Lin Xiaohe couldn’t care less about looks—what she wanted was sturdy and durable.
“Boss, we’ll take the one for over a hundred. Does it have side railings? I don’t see any on this one.”
“Yes, yes—those are attached afterward. My shop’s small, so I don’t keep them on display—they take up too much space.
If you’re worried, I can install them for you first, and you can see if you like them.”
The installation was simple—just a few screws.
“You see—these are adjustable. When you need them, you flip them up. When you don’t, you let them hang down.”
Lin Xiaohe was pleased with it. After some spirited bargaining, she got it for 150 yuan.
Only then did she have a chance to look around the shop.
And what a discovery—they sold just about everything.
Hoes, shovels, farm tools—old-fashioned clothes, various army-green gear, and all sorts of knickknacks cramming the tiny shop like a treasure trove.
The owner saw them looking around and eagerly introduced things.
“Don’t let the size fool you—we’ve got everything. Hardware? Got it. Safety supplies? Got it. Farm tools? Got it. Oh, and there’s a shoe repair stall outside my shop—if your shoes are broken, you can bring them here.”
Too bad few people repaired shoes anymore—his stall got business maybe once every few days. Usually it was someone who’d worn their shoes out and happened to be nearby—otherwise, they’d just buy new ones.
Lin Xiaohe filed that away. “We won’t buy anything more today—we’ve got to head back.”
Leaving the tiny shop, they headed to the supermarket.
“Now with this cart, we never have to worry about buying too much to carry.”
Lin Xiaohe was very satisfied.
“Sis, can I sit in the back and have you pull me?” Xiaogu was eager to try.
“Sure—hop on and hold tight. Don’t fall.”
Xiaogu happily plopped down. “Let’s go, let’s go!”
At the supermarket, they couldn’t bring the cart inside.
They checked it at the front desk. Since they planned to buy a lot today, the cart would be a lifesaver.
“Sis, what are we getting?”
“Let’s look around first. We’ll buy grain from Uncle Yuan’s shop. We’ll get meat and stuff—for Second Aunt to take back tomorrow. And we need to check out formula.”
“Second Aunt asked us to help get some—the babies aren’t getting enough to eat.”
“Oh right—formula.”
They’d never noticed where formula was kept—they had to ask a staff member.
When they found the section, it was overwhelming.
So many brands and types—all confusing.
“Sis, what do we do? We can’t make sense of any of it.”
“It’s okay—let’s ask someone.”
“Auntie, we’d like to know which formula is good and cheap?”
The saleswoman glanced at their clothes. “I’d recommend this one—a big brand, reliable, and cheap at 168 per can. Each can is 900 grams—about one jin and eight liang.
Depending on the baby’s age—if they’re newborn, it’ll last about ten days.”
Lin Xiaohe nodded. “Okay—we’ll take this.”
“How many? If you buy a case, it’s discounted—six cans per case, averaging about 145 each.”
That seemed like a good deal.
A bit pricey, but if selling wild greens brought in a few hundred or a thousand a day, it wasn’t so bad.
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