Originally, they had a small trailer, but Whitaker Scarlett had bought too much this time, and the trailer couldn’t handle it; they might have to arrange for shipping.
In a big place like Sablewick, there were buses, which was a new experience for Elizabeth.
Whitaker Scarlett asked a passerby how to take the bus, and the mother and daughter switched buses twice before arriving at Sanders Wren’s fruit stall. The temperature in Sablewick was higher than in the commercial city; early winter wasn’t too cold. Whitaker Scarlett and Elizabeth ran around with the dates, sweating by the time they found the Bai family.
Sanders Wren’s fruit stall was set up at the intersection.
The warm sun in Sablewick made people sleepy. Although the area was suitable for growing fruit, due to seasonal limitations, there weren’t many off-season greenhouse cultivation techniques, and there weren’t many fruits available for sale in November.
Apples, oranges, and pomelos occupied the main spots at the fruit stall.
There were also a few shriveled pears.
“Buying fruit?”
Sanders Wren’s voice was a bit dry. When she opened her eyes, she saw it was Whitaker Scarlett.
“Sister, I came to see you.”
Sanders Wren felt a bit flustered.
She had always played with boys since she was little, and her family’s martial arts made her invincible among boys her age. She had no experience in how to interact with delicate girls like Whitaker Scarlett.
Whitaker Scarlett was indeed a delicate girl.
Sanders Wren had casually given her address before, not expecting Whitaker Scarlett to actually come to see her.
“Comrade Scarlett!”
She was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say. Whitaker Scarlett wouldn’t let her feel awkward, so she quickly introduced Elizabeth.
Sanders Wren became even more nervous; this was an elder! She could easily carry two bags of red dates weighing 50 kg each, but this girl was really something else, even asking Whitaker Scarlett if she was here to sell fruit:
“These red dates are fresh enough, but unfortunately, my stall isn’t doing too well… But don’t worry, I will definitely help you sell the goods.”
“I brought you some food, and I’m also in the clothing business.”
Huh?
That’s too much to eat.
Sanders Wren was in a dilemma.
But this matter could be considered later; Whitaker Scarlett and Elizabeth were guests, and Sanders Wren needed to close up her stall and take the two of them home. Her fruit stall business was quite ordinary; selling fruits and vegetables was like that—once business was bad, the fruits and vegetables would not be fresh after two days, leading to a vicious cycle that made things worse and worse.
Whitaker Scarlett was puzzled. It was her first time in Sablewick, and she had heard Sanders Wren say that business was quite good. How could it have plummeted so drastically in less than a month?
Sanders Wren seemed indifferent, “I used to sell in another place, but then a junior brother of mine got married and had no stable life, so I gave that stall to them and moved to a different location.”
She spoke casually, leaving Whitaker Scarlett astonished.
Isn’t that too generous?
In fact, there were many things behind it. For instance, Sanders Wren’s original stall was in a prime location, and naturally, many vendors competed for it. She had to fight off others with her fists and feet to keep them at bay. Sanders Wren was tough with outsiders but quite soft-hearted with her own people; her junior brother wanted that stall, and his wife shed a few tears to manipulate her into giving it up… It was not easy for a woman like her to build a business, yet others could just sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor.
Sanders Wren didn’t think there was much to say about these matters. She took Whitaker Scarlett and her mother back home. The family’s house was not small, but it was bare and empty.
There was also a grandmother living with Sanders Wren. When she saw a young woman visiting, aside from her fellow disciples, Grandma was very happy.
However, she could at least be understood if she slowed down her speech. Grandma Sanders only spoke the local dialect of Sablewick. Whitaker Scarlett could barely understand, while Elizabeth couldn’t comprehend a single word and had to communicate with gestures.
Sanders Wren was very straightforward, asking Whitaker Scarlett if she still needed help.
Whitaker Scarlett had been to Sablewick a couple of times; while she wouldn’t say she was very familiar, she certainly knew more about wholesale clothing than Sanders Wren. Initially, she didn’t need any help, but seeing Sanders Wren’s fruit stall struggling, Whitaker Scarlett had a new idea.
“Sister wren, if your business doesn’t improve, it won’t work. Have you thought about changing industries?”
Sanders Wren was also considering this issue. She was already self-employed and didn’t feel ashamed. But she had experience selling fruits; she knew where to source her goods and how to sell them. If she changed industries, what else could she do?
Selling fruits was certainly profitable.
In later years, as people’s wallets became fatter, they oscillated between indulgence and balanced nutrition, with fruits becoming increasingly expensive. Some even habitually replaced meals with fruits.
