Rebirth with Space Materials: Little Cannon Fodder Awakens

A few minutes later, Wang Ailan took Shi Qinghuan to a cloth stall, and saw that there were not only the fine cotton cloth she wanted to buy, but also a lot of homespun cloth.

So she asked the stall owner, "How do you sell fine cotton cloth?"

"Eight cents a foot."

"So expensive?"

"This is the best fine cotton cloth, and there is no ticket required. If I hadn't been lucky enough to get some this time, you wouldn't be able to buy it if you wanted to."

Wang Ailan was speechless after hearing what the stall owner said, because what the stall owner said was true, so she could only find ways to save money in other ways.

So she thought for a while, and asked the stall owner, "How do you sell homemade cloth?"

"It's cheap. If you want it, it's twenty cents a foot. The whole market is at this price."

"What if I buy both kinds of cloth?"

"How much do you want?"

"Twelve feet of fine cotton cloth and one piece of homemade cloth."

"Are you sure you want this much?"

"As long as the price is right, I want so much."

The stall owner thought about it after hearing Wang Ailan's words, and he said to Wang Ailan, "I can't give you a cheaper price for fine cotton cloth, but I can give you five cents a foot cheaper for homemade cloth."

"It's still too expensive, about a ten-foot."

"That won't work. You're too hard on the bargaining. If everyone bargains like you, then I won't be able to make any money."

After hearing what the stall owner said, Wang Ailan couldn't help but snorted in her heart. Although she didn't know the ex-factory price of fine cotton cloth, she knew the purchase price of homemade cloth.

Because she had seen people who came to collect homemade cloth when she was in the countryside before, she naturally knew the purchase price of homemade cloth.

So even if the homemade cloth sells for ten cents a foot, the stall owner still makes money, but it’s just that he earns less.

Thinking of this, Wang Ailan asked her servant Qinghuan, "Huanhuan, do you want to buy some homemade cloth?"

"No, I'm not used to clothes made of homemade cloth."

"I didn't ask you to use homespun cloth to make clothes. I wanted you to use it as a mosquito net. You also know how poisonous the mosquitoes are in our summer. If you don't use the mosquito net when you sleep at night, you will definitely be bitten all over your body."

After Shi Qinghuan heard Wang Ailan's words, she recalled how she survived the summer. She seemed to be lighting mosquito repellent liquid every day.

Fortunately, at that time, Mu Fusheng was on a business trip every day, so she was able to use mosquito repellent liquid blatantly.

But next summer, she can't guarantee that Mu Fusheng will be able to travel every day like this summer, so she still needs to prepare.

So she asked Wang Ailan, "Aunt Wang, how much homemade cloth do I need to make two mosquito nets?"

"One horse is enough."

"Then buy one for me, and I'll give you the money later."

"Okay." After Wang Ailan finished speaking, she began to bargain with the stall owner again.

After going through a lot of you coming and going, the stall owner finally compromised and sold the homespun cloth to Wang Ailan at a price of ten cents a foot.

A few minutes later, Wang Ailan folded the bought cloth and put it in the basket, and she said to Shi Qinghuan, "Come on, let's go to the pastry and sugar stall, maybe we can find something good."

"Okay." After Shi Qinghuan finished speaking, she and Wang Ailan walked towards the booth selling pastries and sugar.

When they walked to the stall, they saw that there was no one there. It stands to reason that there should be no shortage of people in the stalls selling these foods, so what is the situation now?
Is it because the food at this stall is too unpalatable?So no one came to buy it?