Song Tan Jishi

The uncle wanted to lift the table angrily:

"Are you short of these ten yuan?"

Mao Li also had a cock in her neck: "It's bad, why isn't it bad? The big ones don't make money, and they have facial masks and manicures at home every day, and the young ones have to give me money to enroll in interest classes to go to kindergarten. What should I do if I don't save money?" ?”

There was something in her words, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, she was talking about her daughter-in-law who didn't work and didn't pay.

However, the strong have their own strong hands, Sun Yanyan stared at the TV seriously, as if she didn't hear this at all.

Mao Li hit the cotton with her fist, took a breath now, and pointed her finger at Song Tan and Song Hongmei again:

"There is also Hongmei, who is also an aunt. Why doesn't she pick her to death all day long? Tan Tan gave her something and she took it all away, and there was nothing left for us. These aunts and nephews are really secretive." !"

Speaking of this, Sun Yanyan remembered: "Mom, didn't auntie give us a bag of Sophora japonica flowers the day before yesterday?"

Mao Li snorted angrily: "That thing can't be kneaded or squeezed. When I came back to carry it, it was weighed down by dozens of catties of lettuce. Can I still have it? I threw it away the night before."

"Oh," Sun Yanyan lamented, "Why did you just throw it away? Sophora japonica in this vegetable market is very expensive, ten yuan a catty."

After saying this, Mao Li stood up bitterly again:

"Don't grind foreign labor at home, go to the vegetable market with me."

Sun Yanyan didn't want to move - her mother-in-law always wanted to take money from her, and she might post it to her sister-in-law later, and she was stupid to pay for it herself!

"Why go..." Very reluctant.

Mao Li took a deep breath: "Buying vegetables! What else can I do! I'll serve you all day after day—if you still want to eat lettuce at noon, then don't go."

Sun Yanyan patted her butt and followed.

She doesn't pay if she doesn't pay, but whoever likes to eat lettuce can eat it, anyway, she has enough.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Mom, Auntie seemed to be carrying bamboo shoots when she left. Tan Tan said she was going to sell them too. Maybe it's here today. How about we go to the big market by the river?"

The vegetable market was a little far away from home, and because there was a lot of trouble there last time, Mao Li secretly swore in her heart that she would never go there again.

But at this moment, she was not feeling well, so she snorted coldly, but she still turned around.

But Sun Yanyan was sure that Song Tan really came today.

This time she came to sell vegetables alone, and the big QR code was pasted on the top of the pickup truck. She was so perfunctory that she didn't even move the bamboo shoots down. Instead, she squatted in the pickup truck, paying with one hand and paying with the other. goods.

The scene was lively and noisy, if it wasn’t for the grandpas and aunts (after all, when it comes to robbing and buying vegetables, young people have almost no fighting power in the vegetable market), it would be like a concert held in the pile of bamboo shoots on pickup trucks.

Although Qiao Qiao didn't come today, Song Tan didn't feel hectic by himself.

——I have continued to practice for more than a month. Although I am still in the Qi training period, I have finally made some progress, and I have gradually sensed the divine consciousness.

Although she didn't use it very much due to the preciousness and scarcity of spiritual energy, she could strengthen her memory and listen to the receipt information on the mobile phone and the amount everyone asked for, which can be regarded as a piece of cake.

Not to mention that she wasn't entirely alone at work.

No, the vegetable vendor next to him also helped to collect the cash!

After all, not everyone in the older customer group can play smartphones smoothly.

If both of them are colleagues, they should be regarded as competitors, right? Vegetable vendors will not abandon their stalls to help.

But the problem is, it also depends on the level!

If it was the one next door to the right of the vegetable vendor, he would at most help keep an eye on the stall when people went to the toilet, and would never leave his stall to work.

It can be replaced by Song Tan...

Let's just say that once her little pickup truck stops, the customers rushing around will never take a second look at these ordinary vegetables.

Then why is he sitting there? It's better to have a relationship.

But the little girl is not big, but she is straightforward. She was busy on the back of the car, and when she heard him come to ask polite questions, she casually arranged a job to collect cash.

The vegetable vendor was really flattered.

With her bamboo shoots full of truckloads, the cash flow is amazing.

So I got more serious.

But he was busy for an hour, and when the number of people decreased, he looked at the money in his pocket and suddenly realized——

What trust?

Isn't what I'm doing the job of this girl's stupid brother?

Turning his head again, Song Tan saw that there were fewer people, and turned around to bring him a bag of bamboo shoots weighing three catties.

"Take it, I won't charge you any money."

Hey, it's raining red in the sky, and the iron cock has plucked its feathers!

The vegetable vendor was not polite either. He opened the plastic bag and looked at the three big winter bamboo shoots and a handful of spring bamboo shoots inside. He couldn't help but sighed again:

"Those three-kilo bamboo shoots have two and a half catties in their shells, that's all there is left."

Adding them together is enough for only one plate, and it has to be that kind of shallow plate.

He sighed to Song Tan: "The few catties of bamboo shoots I bought from your house last time, I finished them in one meal. You said that you don't provide such good dishes to five-star hotels, and you insist on selling them in front of me every day? "

He can afford it, but he can't bear to eat every day. He sleeps at night desperately earning money, fearing that one day he won't have enough to eat.

Sin!

Song Tan laughed: "Then it's too early for you to worry about it. It's still at the door of the house, so dig for anything. In two months, all the vegetables in my field will be cooked. If you don't pay me a hundred dollars a day For a dollar, I will admire your determination!"

If one hundred yuan is all green vegetables, let's say five catties of cabbage, it will at least give the whole family a full meal.

What if it's like this bamboo shoot, with leather and shell... a hundred dollars? I'm afraid I can only eat fresh ones.

He sighed: "Even if I bought cherries for my children, I didn't feel so distressed."

Turning around, I became interested again: "What kind of vegetables do you grow in your field? Is it of the same quality as these?"

Song Tan thought about those vegetable seedlings that he had used his spiritual power since soaking the seeds, and nodded firmly at this moment: "It's just not bad."

The vegetable vendor trembled in his heart: "The price..."

The price is not the price, Song Tan has not seriously considered it, but it is a vegetable that is eaten every day, and this thing is sold at a sky-high price. so what?

It's not that she wants to be the richest man.

So he continued to nod: "Old rules, twenty yuan a catty." It's convenient to get used to the calculation.

And the vegetable vendor counted the dishes he just mentioned with his fingers:

Chinese cabbage sprouts quickly, and it will be on the market on Labor Day, followed by tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, and cowpeas—oh my god, these are sold every month!

How much will he have to spend?

After thinking about it, the vegetable vendor came over again: "Sister, do you sell this vegetable wholesale? What's the wholesale price?"

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