Huang Dashan glanced at the young Lin Wan, clearly an outsider, and frowned slightly, "Young lady, what price are you offering?"
"Seven cents for mushrooms, nine cents for black fungus," Lin Wan had already inquired about the prices in the market.
Usually, she bought mushrooms for a dollar and black fungus for a dollar thirty at the market. Offering this price was already high, Lin Wan knew that the collectors were paying much less than the price she quoted.
The joy in the couple's eyes was evident, "Young lady, do you pay in cash?"
Lin Wan nodded and smiled, "Of course, I pay in cash. How much do you have at home?"
Dashan's wife said, "We have a small half-bag of mushrooms, some black fungus, but not much. We wanted to keep some for ourselves."
"Oh, it's okay, whatever amount you have is fine. I'll go and ask other households later."
