Song Tan Jishi

Seventh Cousin: ...

Why don't you look at your appearance, this is adding beans to grind soymilk, not taking beans to war!

On the third floor, Zhang Yanping was lying on the corridor snickering: "Xin Jun, look at this, Tan Tan told me to pull the wheel before, it's her turn hahaha!"

Xin Jun glanced at him, and thought that Song Tan's Lamo might be just this once, but if you keep laughing, Lamo doesn't know how many more times it will be.

So he also raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "Why does Song Tan seem to be effortless at all? This stone mill is quite flexible, right?"

That's true!

Zhang Yanping lay down on the railing and looked down: "Although Tantan is strong, it's not like pushing a stone mill for a walk, right? I was shocked, I thought this thing couldn't be pushed..."

At the same time, he laughed again: "Anyway, the peaches are being picked on the mountain now, why don't we call the king to pull the mill! He is so big, so he needs to run around more."

Xin Jun nodded again and again: "What you said is right—how about this, anyway, the Taotaobao shop is fine now, I will watch for you, you go down and show Tantan a good performance."

"When the weather cools down like this, there may be some new sources of income for you."

That's right!

Zhang Yanping was really thoughtful.

He has made up his mind to exchange a homestead with the villagers. But the homestead needs money, and the house needs money... Especially his parents will never be willing for their children to take root in the countryside!

Then you need to save some money!

There are fish ponds in spring, but nothing in summer! After finally talking about Dr. Guo’s pills, they are now busy picking peaches, even if they are too old to do the work, they can still do the sorting work, and the golden cherry blossoms can’t be bothered to pick them...

Dr. Guo was so overwhelmed by the customers of the urging pills that he wished he could go up the mountain to pick them himself!

Naturally, Zhang Yanping had nowhere to promote it—the two inspectors were still sending messages to themselves before!

No, it's out of stock!

Watching the commission slip away, his heart ached.

Thinking about it this way, he also went downstairs slowly:

"Tan Tan, let me help you!"

Song Tan glanced at him, thinking that Xin Jun is really wicked!

But he didn't stop walking, and he walked around at a constant speed with his palms lightly on the shelf. When he came to him, he said with a smile: "Okay, come! Brother Yanping, just change my position and continue pushing."

Zhang Yanping also confidently took her place, and then strode forward—go—go!

Why can't I move?

He froze.

The Seventh Cousin had just sprinkled a handful of beans into the hole in the middle of the stone mill, and when he saw it, he urged him like a donkey: "Put harder! Push with both arms!"

Zhang Yanping: "...It's not my arm's problem..." He tried to push both arms on the shelf while talking: "This stone mill was so deft when it was pushed just now, it must be someone's card. ——Huh? Why did you push it again?”

He groaned and groaned hard, and by the way, he was driven forward by inertia, foolishly.

And at this moment, Boss Qian leisurely descended the mountain with a handful of small tomatoes in one hand and a teacup in the other:

"Hey, where are you grinding beans? Do you want tofu curd? We call it tofu nao here, right? Do you eat sweet or salty?"

Before Seventh Cousin could answer, the phone rang.

He answered the phone: "Old Wang, how is your sales going?"

"What's up?!"

Old Wang was so anxious that his mouth started to froth: "Why didn't you reply when I sent you a message? Hurry up and urge the driver to deliver the goods here! Out of stock soon!!!"

Boss Qian: ...What?

He took the phone away and looked at the time again: "Ten forty-five—don't you enter the venue at eight in the morning? Why is it out of stock?"

Why is it out of stock? Old Wang wanted to slap this pig on the head!

It is estimated that the mountain is full of 30,000 catties of fruit. Excluding the ones that are too small and the ones that were sold before, the two brothers can bag a total of about 28,000 catties.

And in the entire village over there, there are only eight or nine laborers who are actually responsible for picking peaches. Each person picks five hundred catties a day (after all, the watermelon vines are really in the way), isn't it just over four thousand catties a day?

On the mountain road over there, I was looking for a small truck and pulled it over!

Then I hired someone to pack the gift boxes overnight, and hurried into the venue early in the morning... To be honest, I couldn't go wrong with any link in this pile of packing one by one, and Lao Wang wanted to break the two halves.

As a result, this old Qian, who was in charge of staring at Guozi on the mountain, was so leisurely, he didn't know the phone call, and he didn't answer the message!

"Just four thousand catties of fruit, divided into six shopping malls—how long has it been? Do you think there are no customers in the supermarket?"

In fact, despite Lao Wang scolding fiercely, he never expected it in his heart.

After all, peaches, which supermarket doesn't have them? So in his thinking, as long as these are packed in gift boxes and take the high-end route, it doesn't matter if they are a little slower.

Anyway, peaches can keep fresh for a long time in the cold storage.

Selling slowly, selling for a month and slowly returning the funds, is not worth this adventure.

288/4 ah!

When he and Lao Qian had a hard time setting the price, he felt a little crazy-the previous partners also came to inquire, after all, at this time last year, he only gave 2.8 yuan for the peaches in the garden!

Who knows!

There are so many rich people in big cities!

At the beginning, everyone still tasted it, and then bought it without hesitation-at least there is a process.

As a result, word of mouth spread, spontaneous Amway, and countless customers who heard the news poured into the supermarket.

And more customers who had no intention at first saw that everyone was robbing this peach—whatever he is, let's grab it too!

This has led to a sharp increase in sales, so that now there are only more than two hundred boxes of peaches left over a few thousand catties!

Lao Wang's mental journey cannot be finished in a few words, he just urged: "Hurry up, hurry up and bring me Taozi!"

Boss Qian was also helpless: "It's too hot at noon, so I can't do it. The picking just stopped this morning. I can't work until after three o'clock in the afternoon, and I can't make enough for a truck until night..."

"Then at night!"

Lao Wang said loudly: "If you have gathered enough for a car, send it here quickly. The packing workers in my warehouse are waiting!"

Boss Qian also wiped the sweat from his brow, and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll go pick it this afternoon."

However, Boss Wang didn't bother to answer him at all.

His throat was about to burst, and he didn't know who he was talking to——

"Yes...well, I'll supply the goods right away—tomorrow, at eight o'clock in the morning, for sure!"

"Ten thousand catties? No... Really not... Do you really want me to let the money go without earning... Tomorrow! Tomorrow for sure!"

Having said that, it seems that Boss Wang found out that he hadn't hung up the phone yet, so he hung up directly again.

And Boss Qian stood there blankly for a while, and suddenly burst into ecstasy: "It's sold out!!!"

Good night.

The count of Jiageng is calculated according to the words, because I often write wrong chapter names...