Song Tan Jishi

Professor Song always felt that he was still young, and his physique was no worse than that of the boys. But tonight, looking at the people crowded together by the pond, he wisely didn't challenge himself, but found a place to stand there firmly, watching his students' fish scales stick to their faces, and their bodies were covered in mud ...

Well, don't say it, it's quite a feeling.

It has the atmosphere of simplicity and wasteland when I was young.

The difference is that when he was young, he was a strong laborer, but now he is an old man...

"Master, why don't you grab the fish? Can't you squeeze in?"

Xiao Cai, who was just waiting to kill the fish after being successful and famous, looked at him curiously.

Professor Song: ...Huh?

Fortunately, Xiao Cai doesn't need him to answer now, he just immerses himself in his success and finds someone to share with him:

"Actually, you don't have to grab it. You can buy this fish at any time. This one is just a little bit delicious. It's nothing special...Look at me, my mother still insists on buying ten thousand yuan. It’s irrational! Let me say, 8,000 yuan, two people can eat slowly for a few months, it’s almost enough.”

"Hey uncle, how did you know about this store? Did you also know about it from Lao Zhao in the vegetable market? Oh, have you snatched eggs recently? Ten yuan a month, you said my salary of three or four thousand a month is enough How much do you want to eat?"

"This company is black-hearted! It's too black-hearted!"

Professor Song: ... Is it possible, girl, I haven't had time to say a word yet!

But Xiao Cai didn't care that he said nothing at all.

Is the point talking? There are so many people in the entire Yuncheng, only this small group in front of me know this treasure store!

And among this small group of people, there is such a small group of themselves, who immediately bought a large amount of inventory without hesitation!

This kind of action, this chic view of money!

What does this mean?

This means that I am already at the forefront of contemporary young people!

If there is a fly in the ointment, it is that the treasure store should not be shared, and it is inevitable that there will be a sense of loss in Jinyi Night Walk.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be showing off to the uncle here.

Professor Song didn't make a sound.

He just remained silent, suddenly doubting the meaning of his coming here.

After all, selling a fish can have such a posture, so this company can make money by throwing grass seeds, right? Grass seeds don't need to be taken care of yet!

His complexion was deep, and he suddenly couldn't find the meaning of life, which made Xiao Cai feel a little embarrassed—was he showing off too much? This uncle didn't squeeze in after seeing it!

But if she were to squeeze in again... Xiao Cai saw that everyone's enthusiasm hadn't subsided in the slightest, so she didn't dare to say such big words at the moment.

But this old man's complexion is really bad...

She had no choice but to bite the bullet: "Master, you..."

Professor Song sighed vicissitudes: "It's nothing, I just think that this company can make money by sowing grass seeds, and I really don't know what I am here for."

Speaking of grass seeds, Xiao Cai also nodded, and couldn't help drooling a little: "Let's just say that the ones who can come here at this moment are all regular customers—Master, you also bought wild vegetables and purple vetch at the vegetable market in the first place, right?"

"Hey, the milk vetch in their house, my mother said it was the grass seeds to feed the cattle to fertilize the field, but I bought it back, whether it is pickled or stir-fried, it is very delicious!"

"At that time, this wild vegetable was only 20 pounds per catty. I got several catties a day!"

In the past six months, the salary is really nothing left, it's all on the lips.

Of course, it was also because she actively bought food and paid for it that Mama Cai was willing to give the down payment for a car...

Professor Song: ...! ! !

You can earn money by sowing grass seeds!

Then he, is it really useful for them to come? !

...

The sun finally set.

The wind by the pond finally had a hint of coolness.

The hustle and bustle on the shore gradually faded, and the air was filled with the smell of heat and blood. Regular customers are dragging plastic bags to the tricycle, while Wu Lei and Zhang Wang's family are taking people and fish back to the yard...

There is no way, the water on this side of the pond is not clean enough - even if it was clean at the beginning, it will not be enough for the fish that have experienced ten thousand catties at the moment.

Everyone simply killed the fish and threw it in the garbage for disposal, and then took it back to the yard to rinse and clean it.

The time is getting later and later, there are fewer and fewer people, and the light is getting darker and darker.

Song Sancheng numbly twisted his waist to cast the net, and when he pulled back hard, he finally felt that the net was empty, and he was relieved at this moment.

"It's gone!"

He shouted happily, as if this was not his own business.

It's not just him, but the villagers who are helping out are also exhausted. At this moment, they are holding their waists and panting, weeping with joy.

"This pond is gone! Sold out!"

Lao Zhao, who was waiting numbly, finally heard Tianlai, and jumped up at this moment: "Hahaha, it's gone, it's finally gone, hahaha, is it my turn?!!!"

He waited so hard!

Song Sancheng's waist was shaking, his arms were shaking, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly at this moment: "It's all over, why don't you rest here, and go fishing early tomorrow morning to go to the city."

Old Zhao: Huh huh? ? ?

That's right!

Why is he waiting here for the night? He didn't even have a place to wash his car after selling the fish at night!

After thinking about it, I can only rejoice in the end: "Fortunately, your family sells fish at night. If you sell fish in the morning, it's over. There must be more and more people, so it's not my turn."

Song Sancheng wiped his sweat and smiled honestly.

He thought to himself: Didn't Tantan say that selling fish at night is to let everyone make a quick decision and save money? Otherwise, with so many people coming in the morning and leaving at noon, they wouldn’t be able to treat each person with a cup of tea without talking about shopping...

There is really nothing to sell in the house, so you can't waste time entertaining!

Moreover, there are too many people, too many!

...

Song Tan thought well.

Selling fish at night will indeed concentrate a lot of efficiency. When I think of going home and washing the car, picking up the fish and giving gifts, everyone's pace is two beats faster.

Otherwise, fishing starts at five o'clock, and there are still people rushing here at eight o'clock now! Where can it be so efficient?

Although it is indeed a bit busy...

In fact, everyone waiting on the shore has almost bought it, and those who are waiting and not leaving at the moment are all fishermen.

Thinking about eating five, six, seven or eight bowls of boxed lunch every day in this pond, these fish didn't give the slightest bit of face. Are you okay now? For a mere 40 yuan, you will be wiped out!

Especially Brother Loach, he spent 15,000 in blood tonight, and forcibly poured all his private money from his top-level fishing rod into it, just to avenge his shame!

Probably because I bought it too quickly. At this moment, there are not only big fish of various colors, but also miscellaneous fish and small shrimps, as well as a bunch of loaches, snails, and water chestnuts as a gift (it’s purely a net and I can’t care about it)...

Brother Loach was full of ambition, and the whole circle of friends showed off, until his wife sent a voice:

"Li Qiu, can you be more reliable every day? I can bear the stinky fishing, but today you still buy so many fish? Can people live in the house in the future!"

"I have to drive back to my hometown early tomorrow morning, so you just say, the car has caught fish this night, can you take people tomorrow?!"

Hey, please take a leave on 5.7. Because I have a fever every night and it’s a sheep (yes, it checks for omissions and fills in vacancies, although it’s late, it’s time to remember me...)

I will write again tomorrow during the day.

Goodnight, everyone.