The two items she carried with her were both old. They were things she used as a child.
This time, it took her an hour longer than last time to reach the county, but there's no help for it—the snow was too thick, and with her short legs, she couldn't go any faster.
She pushed her cart to the entrance of Old Wu's house.
Old Wu was momentarily stunned to see her, surprised that the child had come in such heavy snow.
"Uncle, I'm leaving the small cart here with you. I'll be back in a while."
"Go ahead."
Su Yuanyuan headed straight to the train station, carrying a basket filled with sweet potatoes in a clean burlap bag. Once she opened it in the waiting hall, the aroma and steam wafted out.
"Selling sweet potatoes, freshly steamed sweet potatoes. Five cents for one piece, ten cents for two pieces."
This attracted many people. Sweet potatoes weren't unusual, but the freshly steamed ones were. The sweet fragrance slowly spread.
