Song Tan Jishi

This year's summer is extremely hot. It's just the first day of Xiaoshu, and the temperature has already soared to 39 degrees.

Vegetable vendor Lao Zhao drove to Song Tan's house, drank two bowls of white fungus soup in the yard, and then wiped off his sweat:

"The temperature is too high!"

Wu Lei, who was busy moving the watermelon from the back mountain to the car, looked at him sadly——

The source of his daily labor pain is the old Zhao who looks at him with thick eyebrows and big eyes!

hateful! Either go to the vegetable garden early in the morning to pick vegetables, or pick watermelons under the sun in the afternoon...

Now I have only been working at Song Tan's house for half a month, and my whole body is tanned, and when I look in the mirror, I can only show off my white teeth (you can't see tooth decay inside)...

Even because she has become darker and darker, Lili... Lili has refused to take videos recently!

Wu Lei felt extremely uncomfortable.

But he gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, and there was a tragic struggle for love in his heart——

Lili, you wait for me! When I get the down payment of our future, we will never be separated again!

On the contrary, Zhang Yanping looked at his back, and sighed with superiority and embarrassment at the moment:

"Fortunately, I need to be smarter... You said that he works very hard here. But if you have the time, you can find the same job anywhere. The monthly salary is at least two or three times that of yours here." ?”

"Working hard for two years, let's not talk about earning a down payment, at least it's not a problem to save one or two hundred thousand for the family...Why did he—"

"Who knows?"

Song Tan also glanced at the back of Wu Lei who became more and more majestic:

"Maybe he still loves home in essence."

Zhang Yanping: ...I'm afraid you want to call him stupid.

But at this moment, Lao Zhao sighed again: "This year's weather is so hot, your watermelons will definitely last for a long time! Why didn't you grow more?"

That's not much?

Song Tan couldn't help being speechless——at that time, if she hadn't covered the mountain and had no money, she could have divided up this watermelon field by a dozen, and planted a little of each kind of food she wanted.

Lao Zhao is also an important partner now, and the salary has been upgraded. She poured a cup of old tea leaves for her. At this moment, Youyou tea is in front of her, but he is still embarrassing:

"If it were ordinary watermelons, I would definitely not say this, but your melons are delicious like this-ah! You don't know, we don't sell them outside, but now there are people driving cars in my place all afternoon. Come and buy."

"A melon that costs 100 yuan a piece can cost as much as 100...I'm here to buy melons!"

But there is no way, he is also fighting a protracted battle here, and there are not many watermelons every day. If he gives out a hundred of them, his old customers will not be able to entertain him, so he can only give up.

Song Tan doesn't care whether it's a purchasing agent, a wholesaler or a second-hand dealer...

After all, she only has so many watermelons, even if a wholesaler comes to her door, she won't be able to give a large amount at one time.

Also because there is no production, she hasn't bothered to find a wholesaler for the time being.

After this year's word-of-mouth has fermented, next year you don't have to worry about it yourself, people will find it by themselves.

Lao Zhao has kept a stall in the vegetable market for many years, and now he has a lot of business experience, so he babbles at this moment:

"Let me tell you, the peach forest is not suitable for growing watermelons. No matter how much space there is, it still blocks the sun. Watermelons cannot be interplanted!"

"Next year, why don't you just plant soybeans, and find a hill for watermelons—didn't you make a hill again?"

The place is big, so it must be planned like this.

Song Tan responded, "Don't worry."

Turning around, I received another call from logistics—her fruit box has arrived.

Old Zhao became excited:

"How many are the first batch?"

"1,000. In the suburban logistics center, I'll pull it back tomorrow."

Old Zhao waved his hand: "What are you pulling? Isn't the logistics center just outside the urban area? There are people on duty 24 hours a day. I'll bring it to you when I pull vegetables tomorrow."

"My nephew is driving the car. It's fine to arrange some work for him—if you like, give him a watermelon!"

"Okay!"

Song Tan was also very generous: "Give me two!"

Old Zhao suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Okay! Don't worry! I will take care of it for you!"

Then she looked at her expectantly: "You have all the cardboard boxes back, when will the peaches on the mountain be sold?"

Song Tan thought for a while: "Tomorrow, we will arrange picking as soon as the packing boxes arrive here tomorrow morning, and bring the goods to the live broadcast room by the way—do you want them there? For convenience, this batch is sold by the box."

"How did you sell it? What price?"

Lao Zhao instantly regained his spirits.

Song Tan: "...the price hasn't been decided yet, you can try it first tonight."

At the beginning, I planned to order 40 catties, but everyone thought it would be a bit expensive. After all, every big peach on the mountain is half a catty. But that day I picked a few and went home to taste...

Okay!

Neither Zhang Yanping nor Xin Jun agreed.

No, I'm thinking about tasting the most ripe peaches again, and finally set a price.

"You are really..." Don't worry at all!

The picking will start tomorrow, and the delivery will start tomorrow, and the price has not yet been decided tonight... Old Zhao couldn't help but be speechless.

Now he sat in the air-conditioned room for a while, drank two more bowls of iced white fungus soup, his body felt dry, and seeing the sun set, he simply slapped his butt: "Let me go to the mountain to have a look."

Song Tan thought for a while, and followed with a basket: "Okay, let's pick some and taste it first, and I'll bring you some later."

This moved Lao Zhao——

"You are so generous now!"

What I said... won't there be 6,000 fruit boxes in the future? There is someone who will show you along the way, saving her a special trip to the city again!

But this need not be so detailed.

After climbing up the back mountain, Lao Zhao opened his mouth to look at the high rope net on the orchard, and he couldn't help being speechless at the moment:

"You are like building a house, and the defense is too tight, right?"

Song Tan also sighed: "You think I want to! It's because the fruit is not yet ripe, and the birds come to steal it every day, and they can't be driven away..."

After all, 20 acres of land, if you drive from one side to the other, even if the king broke his leg running on the mountain, he would not be able to take care of it comprehensively, so he simply set up a layer of nets, which should be regarded as a 360-degree hollowed-out cover for strict protection.

The mesh should be as fine as possible, trying to keep birds of all sizes out.

Old Zhao sized it up for a while, and then looked at the flocks of extraordinarily bold birds standing on the net outside, and couldn't help wondering: "Isn't there that kind of extra fine silk net now? It seems to be lighter than this one. , your rope seems to be a bit heavy...why don't you use that?"

Song Tan sighed:

"People from the Forestry Bureau said that many of those nets are sticky to birds. If you don't pay attention, it's easy to hang the bird's claws on it and can't fly... If there are national ones and two national ones, I will This has to be dealt with.”

"So, just in case, I still use this kind of thick thread, and it's right to add a cover to the back mountain."

The best-tasting chickpeas are not the ones that are oversized, but those that are about four or two. Crunchy and sweet, the taste of peaches when I was a child.

I really love it!