The aroma in the room had faded a lot. Jiang Xinyu scrubbed the pot and started boiling water.
Even her hair smelled of oil and smoke today; it needed a wash.
At seven in the evening, the door was knocked on.
Jiang Xinyu welcomed them in, and two middle-aged men pushed carts with three snakeskin bags on them.
"Xinyu, this is my big brother."
"Auntie, uncle, let's go inside to talk; it's too cold outside."
The three followed Jiang Xinyu into her parents' old room.
Jiang Xinyu set down the kerosene lamp, "Auntie, uncle, let me pour you some water to drink."
"No need, Xinyu.
My big brother and the others have already pushed the cassava flour and vermicelli here."
"That's really kind of you two uncles. How much did you bring? How do you want to exchange?"
"Little girl, we've brought over a hundred pounds of cassava flour this time. And twenty pounds of vermicelli.
