Go to the market with my mother

Going to the market with my mother is probably the last thing I want to do. The markets in the countryside are not big, and they only happen every few days, so they are quite lively.

Mom goes to the market, usually to buy food and daily necessities, and occasionally some clothes. Going to the market with my mother can last for several hours, even though it is in a place as big as a palm.

I go with my mother, usually because I need to buy clothes or do errands. My mother is also very happy that I am with her, because not only do I have more people to help carry things, but I can also talk.

In the summer, I want to buy a new pair of sandals for my dad. My mother went to the supermarket first and looked at the shoes. The cheapest ones were 9.9. My mother said it was too expensive, so I might as well go outside, and the quality was not good either.

There was a vendor outside the supermarket. He didn’t even set up a stall. He just spread the items he sold on the ground with only a large piece of plastic paper as a cushion. Among them were men’s sandals. And there was a piece of cardboard written next to it: five yuan a pair.

My mother walked over and took a look, picked up a pair, looked left and right, and said that these were too big for your dad to wear, and the quality was not good. But she had no intention of leaving. After putting them down, she picked up a pair again and looked at them.

The hawker ignored the customer and just waited for the customer to pay if he wanted to pay. After all, he felt that the price could no longer be bargained, so if he wanted to buy it, he would buy it, and if he didn’t buy it, he would sell it out. As it should be.

I saw that my mother didn’t buy it, but she didn’t mean to leave either, so I pulled her and said: If you want to buy it, buy it. If you don’t want to buy it, leave. Mom was still reluctant to leave, but at my urging, she put down her shoes and left. Along the way, he continued to tell me about the quality of the shoes.

We came to a place dedicated to selling shoes. Of course, it was not a tall store, but a place with cement boards for people to set up stalls and sell things. The shoes sold here are relatively concentrated and come in many styles.

My mother came to a stall, picked up a pair of slippers and asked how much they cost. The stall owner said ten yuan. My mother immediately put down the shoes and said that they cost ten yuan, which was not good, so they should be cheaper. The stall owner said that they are all priced at this price. If you find it too expensive, you can buy this one, which only costs eight yuan.

My mother took me and left, then came to another stall owner and had a similar conversation. After repeating this process, she asked all the stall owners. I also lost my patience and said you might as well buy the one that costs five yuan.

Mom smiled and said that was not good. She came to the stall owner again and said that she would buy this pair for eight yuan. The stall owner also waved his hand and said, that's all, I'll sell it to you. Mom smiled victoriously.

But I scolded my mother. It took me an hour to buy a pair of shoes. It was a waste of time to buy this.

But my mother doesn’t think that when she wants to buy anything, she still has to choose between three stores and try to buy the most suitable thing at the best price.

My mother is not only a smart buyer, but also a smart seller. But when you are selling something, you are not as patient as when you are buying something. Because there was nothing to buy at home, sometimes there were more vegetables, and my mother would take them and sell them directly to the purchaser.

This summer was hotter than in previous years, the fields were dry, and few of the vegetables grown grew. On the other hand, although the peppers are not growing well, they are still there.

My mother wanted to go to the market the next day to sell peppers, so she picked the peppers in the evening of the previous day. It was a full sack, about thirty kilograms.

Early the next morning, my mother came to the countryside by bus carrying a sack. There were people buying chili peppers on the side of the road. There are already dozens of sacks behind the Chili Peppers acquisition. When the person collecting the peppers saw his mother coming with the peppers, he said: One dollar and five pounds, if you want to sell them, hurry up and go back after collecting them.

My mother said in surprise: Last time I went to the market, it was still two yuan a pound, but this time it was only one and a half yuan. The man who collected the chili peppers was recording the purchase of chili peppers in a record book. He said, "With today's market prices, other companies only have one yuan and a half a catty. If you want to sell it, just sell it. I won't force you if you don't want to sell it." Anyway, I'll go back in a while.

My mother said helplessly, let’s weigh it and see how much it weighs. Thirty-four pounds, fifty-one dollars. The man who collected the peppers quickly took out the money from his bag, and another transaction was concluded.

When I got home, my father asked my mother how the chili sales were going. My mother said that if I had known better, I should have sold them at the last market. This time, I only had one dollar and a half.

I still felt a little uncomfortable, but I had no choice but to do so.

Sometimes, when the harvest in the fields is good and I can’t finish it, my mother will occasionally sell vegetables by herself.

One time I went to sell green onions. It was really uncomfortable to be on the street. People who come and go always ask questions and then leave. Some people don’t buy a lot, but some even buy items worth 50 cents or one yuan.

When encountering such a buyer, my mother would randomly grab a handful. It is difficult to weigh so many in a row, so sometimes it is more and sometimes it is less, it just depends on luck. But most people don't care about this, they just buy some to accompany their dishes.

When I get home, my mother will discuss the day's situation with my father again. Dad always laughs at Mom for selling the food she orders. And my mother also mocked my father for pretending that he had no money. They also always say that the price paid by others when your father buys things is higher than when you buy things yourself. Whoever sells things and meets your father also makes money.

Although my mother is very "ink" when it comes to shopping, it is also for our family. Every penny is hard-earned and should be cherished.