Chapter 159: Speak of The Devil
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
The father and daughter’s had a smooth time selling their wild vegetables. The two of them, who were originally worried about sales, now felt incredibly light-hearted. They now had three regular customers in the city alone.
Moreover, Jia Guang’s family had even agreed to buy all the wild vegetables from their village. This way, the villagers wouldn’t feel envious of their earnings, nor would they worry about having nothing to eat.
In addition to the seeds they had given to the villagers previously, the villagers would soon be able to have a full meal.
“Dad, Sister Wang’s family is not that big, can they finish all the vegetables they’ve bought?” Jiang Xia, swept up in joy, almost forgot that it was a time of famine. Was there such a thing as too much food?
“There are countless ways to eat wild vegetables. Given how tasty ours are, they won’t last more than a few days if they eat them three times a day.” Jiang Chuan answered his daughter’s naive question seriously.
“What other ways are there to eat wild vegetables other than vegetable porridge, vegetable soup, vegetable bread, and vegetable pancakes?” Jiang Xia had never known hardship, let alone eaten these wild vegetables.
Jiang Xia only learned about how to eat wild vegetables after she came here. However, Jiang Chuan was different. It was common knowledge for him to eat wild vegetables when he was young, especially his mother. She was good at cooking wild vegetables.
“There’s plenty more, like pickled vegetables, vegetable buns, vegetable rice, and so on. The most delicious, though, is pickled vegetables, which was your grandmother’s specialty.”
Jiang Chuan recalled his childhood. He remembered the ‘snacks’ that filled the mountains and plains, as well as the steaming hot food that he could eat as soon as he returned home.
“Pickled vegetables? Made with wild vegetables?” Jiang Xia asked curiously.
She had no memory of her grandmother and had never tasted her pickles.
“Yes, it’s really delicious.” Jiang Chuan said, licking his lips as if savoring the memory of the taste.
“Why don’t we go to the shopping mall to buy some salt and ask mom to make some pickles when we get home? I bet Jiang Gu has never tasted pickles either, so she could try them.” Jiang Xia suddenly suggested.
Their home was short on salt, and since they’d mentioned pickles, it was a good excuse to go to the shopping mall.
“Why should your mother be the one to make it? Let’s see if there’s anything ready-made in the shopping mall. Your mother already has enough farm work to do. We shouldn’t overwork her.”
As expected, Jiang Chuan cherished his wife and quickly countered Jiang Xia’s decision.
Hearing her father, Jiang Xia felt as if she’d been fed a mouthful of ‘dog food’.
But it was a valid point.
In the past, Zhou Lan often bought pickles from the supermarket, which had a wide variety of ready-to-eat pickles. She was good at choosing and always managed to pick out the ones Jiang Xia liked.
At this thought, Jiang Xia realized it had been a while since she last ate such pickles.
“Alright, we’ll do as you say, Dad.”
Just as they finished speaking, they turned around to find themselves right in front of the shopping mall.
t’s just like they say, ‘Speak of the devil, and he appears.’
The last time they came to the shopping mall, Jiang Xia and Jiang Chuan didn’t go in. But now, stepping inside, they discovered the store was very well-stocked. It could be compare to some small supermarkets from their previous era.
Moreover, there were some grocery stores in the supermarket, which sold some semi-finished vegetables.
There was a dazzling array of things, but not many people actually came in to buy things.
The father and daughter went in, and the salespeople inside each did their own thing, unlike the enthusiastic salespeople in the supermarkets of the future.
“Dad, why are they all so cold? Shouldn’t they come up and greet us to buy something?”
Jiang Xia asked curiously, looking at these people who were chatting in small groups or knitting sweaters together.
Seeing this, Jiang Chuan explained to Jiang Xia, “Their salaries are fixed, earning at most around twenty yuan a month. Unlike in our time, where selling goods can earn you sales commission.”
Jiang Xia nodded in understanding.
Although she hadn’t started working yet, she could understand some of this from what she often heard at home from Jiang Chuan.
“So, they earn just a few cents a day. No wonder then..”
