She often frequented the black market, priding herself on being able to gauge the situations of the people there.
Many people who couldn't afford meals would come to the black market to buy overpriced grains in order to survive, but there were also some well-off people who, because they weren't short on cash, would buy overpriced grains or foodstuffs.
Look at these elders, they all seem to be the latter kind, not emaciated with sallow skin, but rather with a certain luster.
Feng Qingxue wasn't short on cash and didn't want to risk dealing with several people at once.
Hearing her say this, the elders clicked their tongues and walked away, one of them muttering before leaving, "If I had known it was a rush for goods, I wouldn't have wasted my time. Now, with such a scramble, there's not enough to go around."
Feng Qingxue made a few rounds and, encountering few people, did not close a single deal.
