Song Tan Jishi

"I tell you!"

Zhang Wang's old hands clutched the hoe tightly, with bulging veins, and stared at these children fiercely: "Since I married your mother, she has been saving money, and the family has a share, and I have to give it to you." One share! She has saved this money for more than forty years."

"Then the days got better, and all the money saved by the family was used to subsidize you. We have fulfilled our responsibilities. Your mother said that the money will be shared with you when she leaves."

"I didn't expect to raise a group of white-eyed wolves. I don't want my own mother anymore. What else do I want?"

Zhang Wang's family dropped the hoe to the ground:

"I'll tell you now, I don't have children like you. You don't need to kowtow!"

"Get out! Get out of here!"

At this moment, the sisters-in-law who were in charge of counting the money finally counted the money in the box. Looking at the sister-in-law Zhang who has not yet been put into the coffin, she suddenly shed a line of tears:

"A total of... 30,000 yuan."

...

Everyone present was silent.

I only heard Song Youde smoking a cigarette, and then suddenly said:

"Thirty percent, if you dare to do this when I can't do it, I will burn your house down."

"Zhang Wang's family is too merciful. If it were me, the hoe would have been chopped off on his head. It is better to have a dog than his children."

Song Sancheng only felt a chill in his scalp, and then put on a straight face: "Dad, what are you talking about? I was the one who took away those three bastards today!"

Good guy, my son and son-in-law are all driving a car when they come here. It doesn't matter whether the car is good or bad, whether it is borrowed or what, if you have this ability, you are not willing to spend money on your mother... To put it bluntly, they think highly of them.

Song Youde snorted coldly, that's about the same.

As for Zhang Wang's family, without the relatives and friends of his son and daughter, the hospitality of the folks here is also simple, and today is not the time to treat guests seriously. It's carrying the coffin.

It seemed to pass quietly.

But as the funeral progressed, Song Tan found that those who worked at home, regardless of whether it was aunt or uncle, suddenly became very active.

After thinking about it for a while, she knew that it was because her children were unreliable, which brought panic from the heart to this group of middle-aged and elderly people.

Now that there is an opportunity to make money, it is more reliable to save a lot of money for yourself.

When we are sick, we pay for the treatment ourselves, and don't count on our children. When we are old, as long as we have money, we may not be able to live comfortably, so why not suffer less?

Thinking about this, Song Tan could not help but sigh.

But right now, there is another thing that deserves her sigh—that is, the finished grafted peach seedlings that were fruited in those years are really too expensive to sell now.

While Zhang Yanping was looking for the channel of Lao Zhou who opened the nursery, he was also inquiring from many sources, but after many inquiries, mature saplings of three centimeters cost 80 yuan each.

Their 20 acres of land are fully planted, and at least 2,000 trees are needed. The sum is more expensive than the 20-year contract fee for the land, which is a full 160,000!

Good guy!

When Wulan and Song Sancheng heard the account in the room, they were also terrified: "Does it have to be such an expensive fruit tree? Can't we plant some cheap ones?"

But the problem is that the big seedlings that bear fruit in those years are basically at this price, which is not bad.

How did this money come from?

The land has just started to be dug on the mountain. How can you think that you have made a mistake in estimating the price?

Ulan pondered again: "Otherwise, the 60,000 yuan..."

Song Tan shook his head: "Mom, don't put so much pressure on you, just think about it this way, it's only 160,000, and you can sell 16 catties of tea."

Whoa!

Look at this understatement, it seems to be talking about sixteen dollars.

But think about it: if you say 160,000, that is of course a huge sum. But if it is about sixteen catties of tea, then it seems that it is no longer a problem. Even though Ulan knew in her heart that the tea leaves would not be sold so easily, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at the moment.

Song Tan also comforted: "It's okay, don't worry, it will take four or five days to clean up the mountain, enough for us to earn this money."

She is really not in a hurry, the big deal is a loan, she doesn't believe that the quality of her things can't earn the 160,000 yuan.

He turned his head and started sending messages in the group.

[Honey pre-sale starts, 1,000 yuan per catty, first come, first served, the price will be adjusted to 2,000 yuan after a week. ]

[Mingqian tea is about to be sold out, so hurry up if you want to buy it. ]

There is nothing wrong with it, it will be clear in two days, and the dry tea produced in a day will only be four to five catties. Compared with other big tea merchants, it is indeed about to be sold out.

[The zi vetch picking period is five days, please seize the time. ]

Good guy, the phone has not stopped dripping all night.

Either asking for information, or directly throwing the address to give money.

Waking up in the morning, Song Tan made an understatement gesture to Ulan who had dark circles under her eyes: "Mom, let me tell you don't worry, last night, eight catties of tea were sold."

"Honey is scheduled to go out for twenty catties."

There are also some milk vetch, but I don't need to elaborate on these, I will count the number later when picking.

Good guy, it's 100,000 tonight, how come the money came so quickly?

Ulan's heart was also fluttering.

As everyone knows, since the leader and Secretary Wang over there drank this tea, they have to carry a tea box with them wherever they go.

I wasn't that picky at first, but now I go outside to drink other people's tea, but I feel that everything is wrong.

This tea is deep in color, this tea is bitter, this tea is not sweet enough, and this tea has a dull aroma...

It is obvious that the tea they drink is of the highest quality, but it is not a taste for them.

Alas, as soon as they heard that this kind of tea was about to be sold out, and they didn't know if there would be such quality in the future, the two immediately had the mentality of stocking up on Double 11, and bought four catties in one go.

Among them, the leader has three catties and the secretary Wang has one catty.

There's no way, who would make Secretary Wang more shy in his pocket?

There are still two catties, which were set by those crowdfunding boys in the last game.

This group of old men are very smart, and they keep the good tea for themselves to drink, and they refuse to give gifts easily, because they are afraid that their parents or father-in-law will feel good after drinking it, and they will think about this tea when they come back.

That's over, who can afford the salary of their three melons and two dates? Or enjoy yourself.

As for who is the last two catties?

That is naturally Lao Sun's brothers.

Anyway, it's only been a few days of work, and I don't know if the brothers took out all their private money, and they gave the money last night very readily. Turn around as soon as you say, no more sneaking and hesitating like last time.

And Ulan was completely relieved.

The 100,000 for honey and tea this time, and the 40,000 for zi vetch last time, made her feel open-minded and free from any worries.

Shouldn't it be time to pull the male lead out for a stroll tomorrow?

Otherwise I will forget it myself.

Alright, today's 10,000 words are over, let's come to the rest of the comment section!

I'm going to write Harry Potter [quickly give Model Worker a thumbs up].