Song Tan Jishi

Song Tan knew that the output of that vegetable in his own field would never be low, so he nodded now:

"When the vegetables in the field mature in large quantities, they must be bought by someone."

Otherwise, if you come to the vegetable market every day, you will not have the time or energy.

From morning till night, it will definitely be no problem to produce a thousand catties of dishes. But the problem is that there is a lot of work at home, and now it is the limit to come every other day.

As for the price...

"The same price, twenty yuan a catty, buy a hundred catties and get a free catty."

Vegetable vendor: ...

Wholesale, but not completely wholesale.

He endured it, and then asked aloud: "If you are like this, what is the difference between wholesale and retail shopping?"

"It's all the same."

Song Tan said with confidence: "How to pick or how to pick, how to deliver or how to deliver, the cost on my side has not been reduced..."

As for whether there will be no vendors to buy it—just kidding, as far as the taste of this dish is concerned, you can go to any star-rated hotel and you can get two hundred yuan a catty.

As long as someone has tasted it and can say no, Song Tan wants to respect the other party as a man.

The vegetable vendor swallowed a mouthful of old blood, and now he didn't think about helping, he just took his bag of bamboo shoots, and sat back on the stall's pony.

But I sat there thinking for a long time, and finally walked over angrily:

"Then I'll wholesale at 20 yuan a catty, and I have the final say on the pricing in the vegetable market. Do you think it's okay?"

"Stop wholesale."

Song Tan said sincerely:

"Although my family doesn't have much land, you know the quality. I come to the vegetable market to sell vegetables, not to mention that I don't want to make money but to let everyone eat well...

"In fairness, is twenty yuan a bargain compared to the quality of my dish?"

"If I sell it to you wholesale, firstly, I won't be able to make a small price difference, and secondly, everyone is familiar with my vegetable prices. If you want to increase the price, maybe there will be trouble?"

Why bother?

But I watch over the God of Wealth every day, and in the end I have to go back and stare at my ordinary little stall... Who will make up for this gap?

The vegetable vendor looked at her resentfully: "Sister, I talked about renting a stall in the vegetable market last time, have you thought about it?"

Song Tan pondered: "It seems that there is no need..."

After I only said this sentence, before I had time to expand it, the vegetable vendor next door hurriedly said:

"If you don't wholesale, you won't wholesale. If you rent a booth, you will have a fixed place to spread word of mouth in the future."

"Your stuff is good, and everyone in the vegetable market has vaguely heard about it. These days, someone at your location has set up a stall early in the morning, and it doesn't matter how well they sell it."

"It's obviously trying to rub your reputation. It's not worthwhile for repeat customers to be fooled and to blame you."

He earnestly said: "The stalls in this vegetable market are really not expensive, but they are a little tight. If you have a relationship, it is worth a little money to go to a stable place. It's really worth it."

"It's a big deal how many vegetables you have to sell every day. I'll drive to pull it. I'll sell it for you!"

"It's your stall, set aside a small corner for me, I'll sell the vegetables I wholesale, okay?"

"Don't worry, it won't take your word of mouth 100%. I will list the price when the time comes, and you can check it anytime."

Song Tan wondered: "I think it's good for you to set up a stall here, and there is no cost. You can leave every day when you sell out. You don't have to have a stall, right?"

As I was talking, suddenly the tip of my nose felt cold, and I looked up, only to see that the sky of this spring rain had already opened.

The smoky light rain fell gently, and the vegetable vendor wiped the tips of his wet hair, and showed her his wet palm:

"You see, apart from being poor, this is also the reason."

"I'm getting old, and I don't want to be exposed to the sun, rain, and cold wind here."

This is really doable.

Song Tan has also seen the character of this vegetable dealer during this period of time, not to mention how noble it is, but what he said is indeed true.

And with more and more work in the vegetable garden in the future, it is impossible for her to drive a car to the city every day to set up a stall.

But if he wants to package all the vegetables to the wholesaler, then Song Tan is not very willing.

But what the vegetable vendor said, she was really moved.

"It's just..." Song Tan smiled bitterly: "You have set up a stall for so long and haven't waited for a stall. How can I settle it all at once?"

"However, I quite agree with your idea. If there is a place, we can discuss it.

While chatting, they sold the few bamboo shoots in the car body.

At this moment, I saw a familiar face looking left and right, and approached like a thief:

"Xiao Song, my ten catties of bamboo shoots."

This side quickly scanned the QR code to pay the bill, and this side stretched out his hand and waited to pick up his big bag.

Song Tan couldn't help laughing.

"Zhu Suo, what are you up to?"

The one who came was the director of the police station that arrested her last time.

That oolong arrest was an unexpected fortune for Song Tan, but for the entire police station, it was simply unbearable to look back on.

Only got it wrong once!

Every wallet was taken out, smoother than that old washboard.

Buying tea leaves is enough heartache, but at least I can comfort myself: this kind of big money can last for a long time.

Unexpectedly, everyone saw the grand occasion of the vegetable market, starting from the last wave of milk vetch, and every time everyone came by time, buying vegetables was like being a thief.

Zhu Suo held the bag in his hand, and smiled wryly: "I can't be careless! The last time Xiao Wu bought five catties of milk vetch from you, one of them was not hidden, and everyone gave it up at that time. .”

"You said that this dish is so expensive, and even if one of the bamboo shoot shells fell off, I would feel sorry for it for a long time. I can't let those guys know about it."

Song Tan held back his laughter, lowered his voice, and said with the same attitude of a thief:

"Zhu Suo, you'd better leave quickly, I see that little brother Zhou in your office has already walked to the fruit stand by now."

"Are you guys fishing at work?"

Who still has the time to talk about fishing!

Zhu Suo's heart trembled, and he walked around carrying a ten-pound plastic bag. In this familiar vegetable market that looked like his house, he launched a rigorous anti-tracking drill.

Xiao Zhou also sneaked over soon.

"Xiao Song, weigh me three catties."

As he spoke, he handed out another red note: "The unit is full of livestock!"

"Also, Zhou Suo is too treacherous. I bought it by myself. I still make red bamboo shoots at home, and I use a sealed bag to seal a small packet for myself when I go to work. I just ate one and snatched it!"

Isn't this bullying that they can't cook and are single?

Xiao Zhou said bitterly: "When I go home from rest, I will ask my mother to make it for me!"

Of course, you have to keep an eye on it, otherwise maybe the diced bamboo shoots in red oil may not reach your mouth in the end.

Song Tan couldn't help showing sympathy:

Her dishes are a bit expensive and delicious!

After touching the change that the vegetable vendor had just given, she fumbled out forty yuan and handed it over.

The plot needs to arrange people to touch fish, which is not done in reality... Anyway, you understand.