When I was a preteen kid many years ago in Massachusetts enjoying the rural summer life, we used to go around to the local farms and beg produce off the farmers. We'd then set up a card table and a cash box at the side of the road somewhere and then go off to play for the day. While we were gone, the kindly wives of the farmers we'd gotten the produce from would come and buy back the produce from us for whatever minimal price we'd set on it. So as the afternoon wore on, we'd head back and excitedly collect our change and then head to the local general store to buy penny candy.

We didn't know at the time that it was the wives buying the produced back. We just thought we were amazingly successful shop keepers.

This is such a sweet story Thanks for sharing!