MTL - Song Tan Jishi-Chapter 43 43. What is so good about this dish?

  Chapter 43 43. What's so good about this dish?

  The brighter the day, the earlier the temperature is gradually rising.

  The peach and cherry trees at the gate have also begun to bud. The greenery in the village is light green, and the mist in the morning is lingering, which is very beautiful.

  Song Tan edited the video last night and sent it out. It has been refreshed 180 times so far, but has not gained much views.

  She is very unprofessional in cultivating immortals, at least she has not cultivated a peaceful mind. When I saw this number of broadcasts, I became angry, and finally turned my grief and anger into motivation, and went to the fields to pick milk vetch.

  Anyway, there is no need to worry about selling vegetables, so I go there every day, and one or two thousand yuan per trip is stable.

   But today, only she and Qiao Qiao are picking.

  Grandma Wang Lifen wrapped a piece of plastic raincloth around her waist, tied the basket to her waist, and then asked with a straw hat, "Tan Tan, I'm going to pick tea, is there time for you to pack the vegetables?"

   After thinking for a while, he continued: "Why don't I stay here, I invited four people to pick tea on the mountain, and I'm not missing one of them."

  Ulan hurriedly said: "It's okay, Mom, I'm here, you go pick tea, someone just happens to be there, and it will save others from working hard."

  In fact, they are all from the village, and Ulan hired hardworking people, and everyone would not play fish and paddle even for the sake of face.

   But Wang Lifen hurried up the mountain after hearing this reason.

  Song Tan just brought back the picked zi vetch, together with Qiao Qiao, the family of three was busy cleaning up, and hesitant when he heard this:

   "Picking tea leaves and standing in the field for a day is also very hard. Why don't you ask my grandma to help clean up at home."

  Ulan shook her head: "It's not easy to work at home, but if I want to give you money, your grandma insists on it—one or two days is fine. After a long time, your uncle should be unhappy."

  The two families pay the pension together, so why does the old man only work for the youngest son?

   This is not a matter of narrow-mindedness. In everything, it is not a matter of shortage but of inequality.

  Their family is harmonious now because they are particularly particular about this aspect.

   "Picking tea in the mountains is different. We hire people for one hundred and fifty days. If your grandma goes to pick tea, she is willing to take the money."

  Although he made the excuse that he was old and didn’t pick much, so he only promised to take one hundred, but he still took it.

  Song Tan nodded, and sighed again—this is a completely different mentality from farming when he was practicing!

  There are too many emotions to take care of.

  Ulan carefully selected the zi vetch she picked, and felt distressed after thinking about the wages:

"You said that we only have such a tea garden. Usually, one or two people are enough. Who knows that the tea leaves grow so well this year, and you still have to hire two more people... Now, with your milk, the labor cost is 700 yuan a day. money."

  I don’t know why this year’s tea leaves grow really well, just like the milk vetch in that field, densely packed with fresh bud tips, you can tell by looking at them that the quality must be high.

   But do the math: "This tea is so lush, one person can definitely do it with four catties of Mao Jian'er a day, and with your grandma, it will be calculated as five catties of dry tea a day."

   "The labor cost is 700, plus we still have fertilizer and so on, and we have to ask someone to fry it... If you calculate it without 300 per catty, you will definitely lose money."

   Ulan was a little nervous after thinking about it: "The tea in our mountain is not famous at all, so it can be done if it is expensive?"

  Song Tan had no choice but to promise a hundred times: "Mom, don't worry! If it really doesn't work, look at our basket full of wild vegetables, which can be sold for 20,000 to 30,000 yuan in half a month."

   "Who else has this ability except me?"

  My daughter is bragging again!

  Ulan glared at her: "Is that your skill? It's because we are doing well in the field and growing well!"

   While muttering: "We have been farming for decades, but you can't catch up if you don't know anything..."

  The words were comforting, but also a little sour.

  Here, I put all the bundles of milk vetch in the plastic storage basket, and I didn’t forget to ask:

   "You remember that Ziyunying left two or three catties for your uncle and aunt. Last time, she said to deliver wild vegetables, but she was busy the next day and didn't take care of them. Now the wild vegetables are old."

   "Add it up, you've been selling vegetables for a month, if you don't deliver this time, it's not appropriate."

  Song Tan nodded: "Okay, I will definitely not forget this time."

   This time I went to the vegetable market again, and there were more aunts waiting on the side of the road.

  The big guy even helped carry the basket, just to get the vegetables quickly, Qiao Qiao took out the QR code and pasted it on his chest, and then took the plastic bag, ready to go!

  He has been doing a good job of counting recently. All the aunts are willing to let him pick up the dishes.

   "Girl, you accept orders from other places and return them to deliveries. Why don't we accept orders here? I'll tell you on WeChat, just pick up the food and leave when you come, how easy it is."

  Song Tan laughed so hard that she showed a dimple, she was obedient and sweet:

   "Auntie, they pay for the postage, which is dozens of yuan more for each delivery."

   "Besides, people from other places can't eat such good food as ours. It's not like Auntie, you have a discerning eye, and you can recognize it at a glance."

   "Ah! You little girl can really talk..."

  The aunts took out the money happily, and then walked away satisfied with a few bundles of vegetables.

  In fact, it is not the reason for the postage, but the process of these scheduled payment collections is very cumbersome, and it is easy to make mistakes if you are not careful.

  The amount is not large now, and there is only this one crop at present, so it is not worth developing a small program for it.

  Song Tan is also busy at home every day, so there is no need to do this.

   They are bustling here, and the people in the vegetable market are no strangers to it.

  A girl brought a silly younger brother, and drove a pickup truck here every day to set up a stall to sell vegetables. The sales were very expensive, and the sales were surprisingly fast!

  People in this vegetable market have been looking at it for more than a day or two. Not only the nearby vendors are inquiring, but even the grocery buyers can’t help but want to join in the fun and inquire:

   "Sister, you buy vegetables at this stall every day, do you do that kind of group buying?"

   "No!" The aunt said confidently.

  Where did she manage to fiddle with the group buying on her mobile phone? She has been buying vegetables from the vegetable market all her life:

   "This girl's food is good. Let's see what time she will come in that group and wait in advance."

  Looking at the vegetable stall behind him: "There are still two baskets left? It will probably be sold out in half an hour."

   Rao is that everyone looks at it every day, and they can’t help being surprised when they hear this efficiency—

   This is not the busiest morning market, it's mid-morning, nine past ten! Is there still such a speed for selling this kind of fresh and tender leafy vegetables at this time?

   "Then what's so good about this dish? You can buy it for 20 yuan, and the family can eat 100 yuan a day."

  The vegetable vendor next door couldn't help but want to ask, this way of eating is too arrogant.

   There is also this eldest sister, who looks at her coldly and comes every day, unwilling to spend a hundred and eighty yuan every time—how rich is this family?

   Two shifts, no more... The readers of the production team told me to take a break.

  (end of this chapter)