There was an old town. That town was older than most things that they didn't even bother naming it because another such thing didn't exist for those who lived in that town. 

The town was just "The Town".

In that town there was a square and people thought that it was a good thing to sell things at the square the Idea seemed revolutionary. People go hungry different times a day and some are hungry all the time. 

Soup was one of the newest things to cook that day and age. It was a relatively new dish to make.

Why drain the water you boiled stuff in? 

add some salt and throw some stuff into the water

 and sell it!

Seemed to be quite a market pitch and people were already picking up the trend.

Thus Some people sold Soup at the Town square.

Several people were buying the soup that was sold. To be fair most people were just curious about the dish, they didn't know what they were buying. They didn't know how much they should buy soup for. Some soupsellers sold their soups for as high as a Cow and some sold their soup for as cheap as a chicken. The matter is they all sold soup.

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Even as each soupseller sold at a different price one thing was common for all the soupsellers. 

They sold for a high price when the soup was hot and they sold for a low price when the soup was cold. 

You could sell good soup for atleast three chickens. But you'd be happy to get a chicken's foot for a cold bowl.

Veld was a soup maker his soups sold better than most others. He had amassed a veritable amount of wealth selling soup and his entire wealth was stolen in a single day and the Town square had a cauldron (the new fangled vessel you made soups in) in the middle of the town with Veld inside not so neatly chopped into pieces and drowned in steaming boiling froth. 

Some people liked Veld soup. 

These sort of things happened in the town it was quite common for it to happen. No one should have more than a weeks worth of food if they want to live the next week. 

Else you have to look terrifying enough for others to keep their hands off your stuff. And also you should have another partner to keep you guard for the night when you sleep.

Else you would say you have lost it all already and keep those chickens and cows far into the outskirts as Old Gerry did. He was killed on the way travelling so it may not be a great Idea but you could do it.

Else you could just give it away like Brog did. He starves every now and then but he survived.

Else don't cook soup at all.