Chapter 268 268. What to eat at night
Xin Jun’s suggestion was just right.
Everyone who has bought tea knows the benefits, and everyone who has bought tea also knows whether tea is worth the price.
But ten thousand yuan is not a small amount.
Most people think they are millionaires on the Internet, but in reality, even if they have 10,000 yuan, they are probably reluctant to spend it on tea.
Song Tan took stock of his sales records and found that except for the wealthy branch secretary in the village, there was not a single female customer who bought tea.
It can be seen that apart from the lavish men, girls in general are much more prudent.
But if you can’t afford tea worth 10,000 yuan, can you still afford an aromatherapy bag worth 50 yuan a piece? If one serving is really not enough, you can buy five, six, seven or eight at worst. Compared with 10,000 yuan, it immediately seemed that I could afford it.
Therefore, when Zhang Yanping put the one-gram simple tea bags on the shelves, the sales in the store increased rapidly!
Not long after, the background showed that more than 1,700 copies had been sold!
A few of them only bought one copy, and the largest order bought 20 copies!
That's it, it's because many people haven't received the goods or haven't experienced the goodness of tea, or don't even know about opening an online store, so they haven't placed an order.
Song Tan watched with great joy.
In other words, if this continues, the budget for building a house can be increased again!
Thankfully, I asked Zhao Fangyuan to make a complete plan. I wanted to make money while building it. Unexpectedly, the preliminary budget was so much higher when construction started just now. It shows that God cannot bear her living in a shabby house!
Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun took turns acting as customer service. At the moment, they were busy playing with their four claws and typing on the keyboard. They didn't forget to ask her: "They just gave us a proposal to sell aromatherapy bags. Do you want to send them separately?" A gift?"
"Okay!"
Song Tan, who has made money, is also very generous: "I will give her 5 tea bags alone."
I hope. The more suggestions that can help her make money, the better.
After making money, Song Tan began to wander around the yard.
The seventh cousin, who was worried about what to eat at night, now tapped the edge of the pot with a spoon. His movement was very similar to the way Wulan was preparing to feed the pigs before, as if the next call was about to start calling "Lulululu..."!
Song Tan's eyebrows jumped, and sure enough, he saw his seventh cousin pondering for a moment: "Beside the pond at the foot of your mountain, I remember there is a field planted with sesame seeds, right?"
Song Tan He breathed a sudden sigh of relief.
Without him, the sesame seeds haven’t grown yet, but the leaves are strong and green.
However, the seventh cousin nodded: "If you have nothing to do, take a basket and pick a basket of leaves. You want young leaves, not the old leaves at the bottom half of the roots."
"The sesame seeds haven't bloomed yet. Just pinch them carefully and don't catch any."
Song Tan was dumbfounded.
She picked up the old basket and humbly asked for advice:
"Why do you want sesame leaves?"
The seventh cousin clicked his tongue impatiently: "It's still a shame. I’m a rural boy, have you ever eaten muddy noodles? Add some sesame leaves and let’s eat muddy noodles for lunch.”
He turned around and sighed: "I worry about what to eat every day. If it doesn't work, you can just make a menu for me in the future."
"No, no, no." Song Tan quickly shook his head and held the basket. Just run outside - who can list such a thing as a menu? Everyone has difficulty choosing, right?
What's more, the seventh cousin's craftsmanship is so good, and the things he makes have never turned over. Eating every day is like opening a blind box, so happy!
She doesn’t want a standard menu!
……
To get to the three acres of land at the foot of the back mountain, you first have to climb up the back mountain, then go around the peach grove, and finally pass half of the pond...
Looking at the chickens and ducks chirping and quacking in the water. They were swimming, running in the grass, and digging around on the ground, so everything was flourishing.
It’s a pity that whether it’s a chicken or a duck, the down is just gone. They are half-grown and not yet small enough to be eaten.
Even if you wait to lay eggs, you have to wait another two months.
Song Tan sighed sadly, and now he gently pushed aside the sweet potato vines on the edge. Looking at Qiao Qiao and Song Sancheng in the distance, they were conscientiously planting corn along the corners of the road, and couldn't help but Smile again. This corn is ordinary corn, the kind that can produce 2 to 4 corns on a pole. It is usually grown to feed pigs, chickens and ducks.
This year, Song Tan was thinking about feeding them with poles. Why not keep the corn for making corn pellets or corn grits?
Thinking about it this way, there are so many good things to eat!
Looking forward to it!
She became more confident in the sesame leaves. At this moment, she turned around and dived directly into the sesame field that was half a person tall.
There are not many sesame seeds planted, only half an acre of land is planted, mainly for grinding some sesame oil.
Now that the Seventh Cousin wanted young leaves, Song Tan quickly picked them with hands and feet. He picked three or four leaves from each sesame plant, which did not damage the roots and allowed for sustainable development. It was simply Perfect!
Not long after, the basket was filled to the brim.
She stood there admiring the fruits of her labor, and found that after becoming an immortal, her hands and feet were indeed nimble and nimble. At her current speed, picking tea leaves weighing five, six, seven, or eight pounds a day without drying them would be unworthy of her. Is that a problem?
The proud fairy Tan returned majestically carrying a rustic big basket.
Aunt Lianhua has prepared a large stainless steel basin. Now she pours the sesame leaves in the basket into the pool, and then quickly starts rinsing them.
Every time a basin is rinsed, the seventh cousin here boils hot water and pours it in——
Song Tan, a novice cook, discovered that everything can be blanched.
The seventh cousin glanced at her: "You don't know the sufferings of the world."
"When I passed the grain checkpoint before, I had to eat everything. Some of them were really hard to eat, so I just Find a way to cook it.”
"A few decades ago, everyone still had to eat Yiku rice!" "These things were only tasted when the hungry and anxious people had to force them out without eating them."
Song Tan's face was deep. .
She stood by the pot and asked one question:
"So...are sesame leaves delicious?"
Grandma Qi follows Cousin Qi every day. This paragraph His face was rosy and shiny due to time. After hearing this, he couldn’t wait to answer:
"It's delicious! It's so delicious that you wouldn't trade it for meat."
Okay, look at her looking forward to it.
Song Tan looked at the seventh cousin again and thought: No wonder this little old man wants to eat for lunch today. It seems that the seventh cousin is greedy.
But she didn’t reveal it, she just thought about it for a while:
“Can this leaf be sold for money?”
The seventh cousin's hand paused while waving the big spoon, and Aunt Lianhua next to him laughed:
"Tantan, don't even think about selling it for money. This thing is troublesome."
“How much trouble?”
Aunt Lianhua thought for a while: “If you want to sell sesame leaves, most of them will be dried sesame leaves. How to make dried sesame leaves? First blanch them, and then Dry it until it is half dry and then knead it. 10 jins of sesame leaves cannot come out of 1 jin. How do you price them?” , no matter how shocked I was, I didn’t say a word when I went back.
Song Tan: ...
Forget it, there are so many people in their family, and there is something that is not enough. What can you do with half an acre of sesame seeds?
Some money, just forget it if you can’t make it.
Updated every night before twelve o'clock.
If not, then... maybe there will be at twelve o'clock next night.
12 o'clock in the middle of the night, a magical time...
(End of this chapter)