The old pickup truck has transported pigs and put vegetables away. Song Tan never thought that one day it would be used to pull people...
The mountains and forests on both sides of the road were dark, and the solar street lights could only vaguely illuminate the whitened scenery. On the road, winter nights are quiet and easy to imagine...
But Song Tan is not afraid of anything, and Qiao Qiao doesn't think about anything. Instead, he squats in the car with a hat and staggers happily:
"Sister, we seem to be selling piglets!"
After a pause, he corrected: "No, they are all big pigs."
The hot drunkenness of the big pigs had long since dissipated in the yard, and now they were blown away by the night wind and squatted down to maintain their balance. They were so well-behaved that they looked like sculptures.
But Song Tan heard only a few words in the front and couldn't help but laugh too - instead of pulling a pig, he was clearly selling someone!
Drinking is harmful!
The dormitory on the mountain has been tidied up, but it is much colder than the one at the foot of the mountain. The only people staying now are Aunt Lianhua, Professor Song and his wife, and Master Jiang and his wife...
Hey ? !
Song Tan reacted: "Where are Professor Song, Master Jiang and the others?"
Qiao Qiao got off the car and asked curiously: "Sister, have you forgotten? They only drank half the glass and poured it out, and the rest was I let several of my brothers drink the wine.”
Song Tan: ...Report me, I really forgot!
After all, when you first started to show off your rice, who would remember the person who lay on the chair and fell asleep after just one round! They are probably still sitting in the restaurant at this moment!
She greeted Qiaoqiao: "Xiao Zhu, Party Secretary, gave you the key just now. Go and open the door and turn on the air conditioner."
In the middle of winter, no one in the village uses air conditioners, but so many air conditioners can still be turned on. If in the summer, several dormitories here start up at the same time, the transformers will be overwhelmed in an instant.
Maybe Party Secretary Zhu is really thinking about inviting the leaders to come. It’s really a matter of electronic reform, so he really has to speak up.
The rooms are all in a row, so the group of people, big and small, doesn’t care too much. Two beds are enough for sleeping. So Qiao Qiao moved very quickly - opening the door, turning on the lights, and turning on the air conditioner, all in one go.
Then he came back to the door and saw that Song Tan disliked the other person for being too slow to get out of the car, so he got up again, inserted the same hand into his armpit, and put his whole body on the ground.
"Go, take off your shoes, take off your coat, and cover yourself with a quilt."
That's it for a few old men, but those young people crawling on the ground are really covered in dust!
Looking at how well-behaved they were squatting now, Song Tan sighed and only asked: "Take off your coats, otherwise you have to wash the quilt."
"Take care of them first, I'll go down the mountain and bring up the few that were left behind."
While I was talking, I heard the buzz of a tricycle not far away.
Song Tan took two steps forward and saw Ulan riding the family's maroon tricycle on the slope, with several people squatting in the back of the car.
You can only see it when you are close - where is the squatting place? It was clearly Professor Song and his wife, and Master Jiang and his wife who were lying on the board and sleeping in all directions!
And Aunt Lianhua squatted pitifully in the corner, with almost nowhere to step.
“You said the same goes for this old lady!” Ulan stopped the car and couldn’t help complaining:
“I told her that our liquor is very strong, let her have a taste It means something. She said that she used to drink red wine at home every now and then... Oh, can I not know about the red wine? Is it the same as our grain wine?"
No, all of them were quite confident. They came up and took a big sip, and after drinking the wine, they were all unconscious.
I didn’t even finish the delicious dinner. If they hadn’t watched, I would have slipped under the table.
Aunt Lianhua also wiped her sweat and was struggling to drag the person down from the tricycle - after all, if a person is drunk, dragging him will be really hard!
Song Tan quickly took over: "Aunt, I'll carry it. You and your mother can go help tidy up the room."
The two of them had to touch their pockets for a while before taking the key. Take it out. ……
After working hard all night, it was already past eight o'clock when everything was packed up. Ulan, Song Tan, Qiao Qiao and grandma were warming themselves by the fire and eating strawberries. The little old lady couldn't help but ask:
"These strawberries are so delicious. If you plant more next year, how much will they cost per pound?"
Song Tan thought for a while: "One hundred... No, Boss Chang I’m too greedy. I’ll definitely buy it, so wholesale it for 130 and buy it online for 188.”
Grandma hissed, obviously shocked.
But as the head of the family, the little old lady has a wisdom of her own - that is, since she doesn't make money and has never made money, she won't give blind advice to promising children and grandchildren.
So I just said: "If I had known that radish and cabbage could make money, I would plant some this year."
Song Tan laughed: "Grandma, all your vegetable plots are reserved for I have raised seedlings, where can I plant them? And I will plant the radish and cabbage for the villagers. If they want the seedlings, they can protect me."
"If you are willing, I will ask Tian Tian to come over tomorrow, and you and her. Let's go to see strawberries in her field together."
"When you learn how to do it, I will return the vegetable field to you next year, and I will get you some seedlings. You can plant strawberries."
Although there are many and trivial things to pay attention to when growing strawberries, it is not very laborious and even the elderly can do it. And the strawberries are more expensive, so you can make more money.
Grandma was curious: "Then how much does a pound of strawberries like ours cost?"
Song Tan was not clear about this: "There is a delay in fruiting for the purpose of raising seedlings, and this is There are a few ripe ones just now, and I haven’t tasted them yet. Tian Tian will go back to pack them today, and Lao Zhao will come over tomorrow to let him taste them and let him know the price.”
“But I guess it won’t be enough for a pound. Less than 40. "
In fact, good strawberries on the market are already priced at 15-20 per pound, and the ones sold at roadside stalls that are not in good quality can be bought for 7 yuan.
But as the New Year approaches, the price of strawberries will continue to rise. Even ordinary varieties of strawberries may cost 40 to 51 pounds by the New Year.
But we can't sell these to Lao Zhao. The quantity is too small, and there will be more than one meal. Lao Zhao sells cabbage and radish, so it's troublesome to get this.
“Give it to Boss Chang, and let him quote a price after the pig-killing feast. By the way, let’s sell it in our village’s online store.”
This weakened version of radish, cabbage, and strawberry, Song Tan plans to sell it in the village's online store. Only in this way can he maintain the expectations of his own online store.
Boss Chang does things in a grand manner. If he is going to take some back to give back to his customers, the price should not be less than 60 per pound.
"60?"
The old lady's heart suddenly became hot, and she immediately made a mental accounting -
She also heard Professor Song say that the strawberries were good. , can produce several thousand kilograms per mu, and at 60 per kilogram, isn’t this more than what the old man earns when he leads people to weave straw mats?
"Okay, okay!" She was looking forward to it: "I will go back with Tian Tian to look at strawberries tomorrow. Tantan, give me one of your notebooks and pens. I recently learned to write in Douyin, and I can A lot better.”
Update three! Good night, good night!
Can't stay up late.
There are differences between people. Some authors make 20,000 a day without wavering for eight years, and some authors write 4,000 and have to live or die and take a vacation...
I admit it, I am Little waste.