"Grandma, look." Mu Xiu lifted up the lid of the pot and asked Chen Wenhua to look at the stewed in the pot.

Chen Wenhua leaned over without hesitation. Sure enough, except for a few strange-looking mushrooms slowly rolling in the pot, there was indeed no other ingredients.

"Little girl, why haven't I seen this mushroom before?" Chen Wenhua asked curiously.

"Grandma, these are all mushrooms grown in the mountains. They pick them after rain and dry them. When there is no other food at home, cook some soup to make your stomach." Mu Xiu had already thought of the words. The reason why she chose to make mushroom soup was because these were also explained to outsiders.

"Can you sell me a bowl to try?" Chen Wenhua pointed to the mushroom soup in the pot.

Mu Xiu was a little surprised after hearing this. Why did someone come to buy the soup she made?... Is her cooking skills really so good? These are all very ordinary ways to make it!

But then I thought about it, in this era, people generally have no food and clothing, and who is still in the mood to think about food? If her bowl of soup was not added with broth, meat powder and shrimp powder to enhance the flavor, then it would be similar to what others did.

"Yes." Mu Xiu was stunned. It was useless to make money if the business delivered to the door was delivered. Now, it is better to make a little profit.

"How much?"

"One dollar, one bowl."

After Chen Wenhua handed Mu Xiu one dollar, he handed over a yellow enamel jar and signaled Mu Xiu to pour it in.

Mu Xiu was stunned when he saw this yellow enamel jar. Isn’t this the one Lu Yuan took before? Although everyone is using an enamel jar now, a small piece of enamel is missing from the handle of this enamel jar. When Mu Xiu poured soup for Lu Yuan yesterday, he saw it with sharp eyes.

"Little girl, what's your name?" Chen Wenhua suddenly asked while Mu Xiu was wondering.

"My name is Mu Xiu."

"Are you family hospitalized here?" Chen Wenhua pretended to lift it inadvertently when he took the enamel bowl handed over by Mu Xiu.

"Yes, my sister is sick. We live in bed No. 3 of the pediatrics department, which is the third floor of the inpatient department." Mu Xiu thought of the conversation between Grandpa Lu and Lu Yuan, and then from Lu Yuan and the grandmother in front of him came to buy food, she vaguely felt something. She immediately explained her details like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

If you can seize this cooking business, can you get an extra income...

This is the third day. Xiaohua's treatment cost is not enough to pay today. No matter what the intention of the visitor is, Mu Xiu is unwilling to give up this opportunity!

"That's it, okay, Mu Xiu, then I'll go back first, the old man is waiting for breakfast." Chen Wenhua couldn't help but feel that it was a coincidence that he happened to live on the first floor with Lu Niandong. When he got back, he called a nurse to inquire about this family.

"Okay, grandma, go slowly."

After Chen Wenhua left, Mu Xiu quickly drank a small bowl and went back with the prepared mushroom soup.

When Zhou Shuilian saw the mushroom soup, she didn't feel suspicious. This thing was everywhere after it rained in the mountains. She took Mu Xiu to pick it often. In Zhou Shuilian's eyes, this thing was a worthless thing, so she didn't think Mu Xiu spent money indiscriminately.

However, after taking a sip, Zhou Shuilian praised the provincial capital for its different things. The mushroom soup is so delicious, but this time she said to Mu Xiu in a low voice...

After the nurse took Mu Xiaohua away, Mu Xiu said to Zhou Shuilian: "Mom, you rest here. I'll go to the hospital cafeteria to see what I can do."

"Go, I'm fine here, don't be tired." Zhou Shuilian heard Mu Xiu say these days that she was helping with some chores in the cafeteria. The hospital canteen gave her 50 cents a day, and she felt both distressed and sad.

Zhou Shuilian advised Mu Xiu not to do it, but Mu Xiu said that she would not do the work, Xiaohua would have less and less money for treating her illness, which directly blocked Zhou Shuilian's mouth...

After Mu Xiu walked out of the ward, he walked towards the vegetable market behind the hospital. In the past two days, she often met the old lady she met on the first day. The old lady told Mu Xiu where to buy vegetables cheaper and where to buy vegetables, and Mu Xiu kept it in mind.

Today, Mu Xiu planned to go to the vegetable market to check out the current market and find out what ways to make some money back.

As a result, when he arrived at the vegetable market, Mu Xiu was stunned...

Not to mention the lack of things here, I am still buying them with food coupons in designated places, and there are long queues everywhere, crowds of people...

Mu Xiu then prepared to go to Shuangyulin Road to check out. She cooked in the small cafeteria these days. In addition to communicating with the old lady, she could also hear the families of other cooking patients whispering around her.

Those people mentioned that Shuangyulin Road, which is one stop away from the hospital, has a black market where you can buy some daily necessities without using food coupons.

After Mu Xiu looked around the vegetable market, he noted the prices of many things and walked towards Shuangyulin Road. Mu Xiu wanted to exchange the things in the space for some money.

After all, there are many rich people in the provincial capital, but in this era, you can’t buy what you want with money. But here in Muxiu, there are basically everything.

The distance between the one stop was not long. Soon, Mu Xiu arrived on Shuangyulin Road. The atmosphere here was indeed different from other places. There were people everywhere in a hurry, and everyone was covered with faces. From time to time, two people whispered each other, and then left one after another. Everyone knew that after the transaction was verbally completed, they had to find a more hidden place to go to the two clear currency.

The country now strictly prohibits reselling and prohibits the public from trading privately. However, when there is a serious shortage of materials and people cannot buy materials with food stamps and banknotes in their hands, the black market will arise.

"Little girl, what do you have?" An old lady approached Mu Xiu at some point and asked softly.

At this time, Mu Xiu was carrying a small bamboo basket and a scarf was tightly wrapped around her head, covering her mouth and nose. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that she was here to trade.

"Auntie, what do you need?" Mu Xiu didn't expect someone to ask so soon. She had everything and everything depends on what the other party wanted.

"Do you have any fine grains?" The old lady looked at Mu Xiu with hope.

Nowadays, most people don’t have enough food for a year, especially those with children and elderly people at home.

"Yes, there is rice and white flour." Mu Xiu put a bag of rice for ten kilograms, a bag of white flour for ten kilograms, and dozens of eggs in his backpack.
Chapter completed!