Song Tan Jishi

The scarred face of Lu Chuan was vaguely reflected on the computer screen, but his expression remained unchanged, and he just crossed the two interception notifications casually——

Zhou Yongzhi couldn't find out about himself, and there was no one to inherit the millions of property, so he must be in a hurry now.

He is not a fool.

Not to mention how many years Zhou Yongzhi can live, and how much his legacy is worth, just looking at him alone, Lu Chuan looks down on him very much.

All his life, he wished he had nothing to do with this person.

The warm spring breeze blows slightly, the white gauze by the window floats like a cloud, and the fragrance of tea slowly diffuses in the whole room, becoming more and more faintly visible, refreshing.

Lu Chuan thought for a while, and decisively switched to another mobile phone and switched to the trumpet:

"Hello, I was introduced by Lu Chuan. I want to buy another ten catties of tea and ten catties of honey."

Editor readers, acquainted author friends, and the relationship with my mother...

It is to maintain the relationship for oneself, but also to be grateful for the sincerity of the other party.

Of course, he would not admit that these tea leaves and honey that he had at home were now regarded as treasures by him, and he was not willing to share them with others.

Not even a whiff.

In essence, he still likes to eat alone.

However, when I opened the empty freezer, I found that no matter whether it was dumplings or frozen milk vetch, there was nothing left.

Think about those native wild vegetables and bamboo shoots that Song Tan just mentioned...

He closed the refrigerator door expressionlessly, drank a cup of tea now, and calmed down.

But the entrance of the fragrant tea leaves made his heart burn again, and he walked around the room twice, but he couldn't relieve the feeling of regret.

Lu Chuan endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't restrain his reserve and embarrassment, and asked the trumpet:

"Are there really no bamboo shoots?"

Song Tan was taken aback when he saw the news: Did the life-saving person introduce it in such detail? Even told people about the sold out items?

She also replied seriously and resolutely: "Yes, it's gone."

Maybe if you look through it again, you can get another ten or twenty catties, but it's really unnecessary.

There is too much work at home, so I can't take care of it.

After thinking about it, he sent another message to Lu Chuan:

"Thank you for introducing your friend. I made a lot of money from the business just now. I will quietly send you five catties of bamboo shoots. Don't tell your friends."

Tea plus honey, a business of 110,000 yuan, and returning five catties of bamboo shoots to him...is it justified?

On the contrary, Lu Chuan didn't know what expression to use when he saw the news.

Sure enough, for that peasant girl, friendship is more important than price.

Now I have to say that I have made a lot of money...how much can I make? Farming in the countryside is not easy.

His heart became softer, and he forgot in an instant that his alias was rejected for buying bamboo shoots. He quickly transferred the money while suppressing his greed.

In fact, this girl is good at everything, but she is too real—is it possible that five catties of bamboo shoots are not enough?

He can do it with fifty catties!

The big deal is to buy another freezer, whether it is dried bamboo shoots, bamboo shoot buns or anything else, it can be frozen.

But at this moment, people said that it was free, so he had no choice but to swallow this sigh.

While looking forward to the taste of the five catties of bamboo shoots, at the same time feeling sad that five catties is not enough to eat.

...

No one can explain Lu Chuan's sadness and anticipation. Here Song Tan has already greeted Zhang Yanping with a hoe:

"Let's go, brother Yanping, go dig some bamboo shoots."

"Dig more!" Seventh Cousin hurriedly shouted, "Make buns with bamboo shoots tonight."

Zhang Yanping was at a critical moment in a game, and now his hands were dancing like afterimages: "Call Qiao Qiao, I don't care about it right now."

As soon as the words fell, Qiao Qiao rushed in from the outside with a bucket:

"Jojo isn't free either!"

Then he held up the empty bucket: "I want to get some more food, the little pigs don't have enough to eat."

As he spoke, he stuffed the wheat bran and rice bran, the pile of water hyacinths he had scooped up earlier, and the shredded bamboo shoots that were peeled off between old and tender, into the bucket.

Song Tan glanced at it, thinking that these few pigs would only be under Qiao Qiao's care for the past two days. Wasn't her father feeding them before?

How can there be enough?

It must be that Qiao Qiao used it to make a small fuss for Dawang and Dabai again.

It can be seen from this that changing the guard is still very necessary, otherwise it will appear that I am partial.

not to mention……

"Qiao Qiao," she stared at the silly boy: "Don't keep feeding the king these things."

Its original owner knew it was time to cry again.

It seems that he abuses the dog every day.

As everyone knows, how popular the water hyacinth in their pond is now! Dabai only took a sip, and he wished he could plunge in with his butt in the air, and never come out again.

Qiao Qiao hummed: "I just feed the little pig, I didn't feed the king."

But these words are not very emboldened, and it seems to be more or less eaten.

Song Tan didn't care about him—even if the water hyacinth was delicious, could rice bran and wheat bran taste as good as leftovers?

This snack is really not very good, the king probably won't last long, so just feed it if you want, it's not worth the money.

At this moment, the sound of Zhang Yanping dying in the game was particularly obvious.

Alright, time to move.

He sighed dejectedly, and now resigned to his fate, he picked up the hoe and the basket: "Let's go, let's dig bamboo shoots!"

During this period of time in my hometown, the flesh on my stomach has become fat and tight. If I don’t move a few times, once my mother sees it, I’m afraid I will never let myself come to the village to enjoy happiness.

"By the way, didn't you say that you didn't dig the bamboo shoots? Why do you want to eat them again today?"

Song Tan shook his head: "A customer introduced me to the business of ten catties of tea, and I gave him five catties of bamboo shoots."

Fuck! ! !

Zhang Yanping's eyes widened: "Do you have connections or do I have connections? Ten thousand one catty of tea leaves will cost ten catties!"

Damn it, why isn't such a rich man in his address book?

"Wait!" He asked again: "Your Yuqian tea and Mingqian tea are the same price? You can't even pass the sieve!"

Generally, the fried tea leaves will be sifted and divided into various grades of buds and leaves, and the prices are high and low.

Song Tan is so simple here, there is no distinction at all!

After all, for her, 10,000 is convenient and easy to remember, and it is on the bottom line of the price.

There is no need to raise or lower, so much worry now!

But this also reminded her: "You're right, it's a bit too boring to drink Maojian all the time. When it's summer, just pick the buds and leaves. It's still selling at this price."

Zhang Yanping almost jumped up in shock from such skin-picking behavior——

Summer tea itself is bitter, and the price is much, much lower. Spring tea, summer tea, and Bailu tea are the cheapest and cheapest summer tea.

Not to mention the buds and leaves, that is, one bud with one or two leaves. The price is set according to the number of leaves. The more leaves, the less valuable.

However, Song Tan had another idea: "The aroma of tea is a bit bitter, and the taste of tea is a bit strong. If you can brew more, there may be someone who likes this taste!"

Anyway, the tea is resistant to storage, and it is enough to sell out within a year.

Looking at the current momentum, I really don't worry!