Song Tan Jishi

Old Zhao finally got into the car by cursing and cursing in the middle of the night.

There was no way, Song Tan kept his word, saying that regardless of dinner, he waited all night and didn't give him a tea egg—stingy, really stingy!

"Nephew, tell me, if we have such a friendship, if she invites me to dinner at night, can I go bankrupt?"

Old Zhao was sitting in the co-pilot, his body was covered with fishy smell, he didn't have much appetite, but he was still angry - he drank two big cups of tea at night and prepared on an empty stomach!

Fortunately, the fish was not caught, and it was not even eaten.

The eldest nephew is an honest man, at the moment: "But their family is really busy! So many people have to clean up the house after buying fish, it's normal to ignore us!"

Isn't it busy flying?

On the other side of the pond, the clear water and plants have long since disappeared, and there is only a dark mess left. In order to prevent the stink from giving birth to mosquitoes and flies, Wu Lei and Zhang Wang's house sent away customers, and the side was fermenting with blood non-stop!

Looking at this posture, I'm afraid I won't be able to work until midnight!

As for Song Tan's yard - when they left, the water pipe was flushing with foam, and the wormwood was lit by the wall one after another, and the smoke was burning, and they were too busy to touch the ground.

Old Zhao: ...

Looking at his eldest nephew on the dark mountain road, he was heartbroken.

That is to say, a man, a businessman, must be honest, but can't he be too honest? We are related by blood, what's wrong with you reconciling twice at this time?

Not breaking the law!

However, the eldest nephew, an honest man, also has the stubbornness of an honest man:

"Boss Song is very nice. He didn't let us go for nothing, and we can earn a lot this time. If you are tired, uncle, I will send you back later. You are getting old, so you should rest more. "

Old Zhao became even more angry: "Who is older? I have been in good spirits for most of the night! Besides, earning money is our father's hard-earned money. It has nothing to do with Song Tan. Don't be stupid!"

"Why doesn't it matter!"

The eldest nephew had to accept the reason: "There are so many cars that can be chartered in the market, but everyone asks me to help deliver the goods. This must be Boss Song's link."

Speaking of which, Old Zhao's nephew is also quick-witted.

I usually look very honest at work, and I have a steelyard in my heart. Listening to everyone calling tonight and worrying about how to wash the car after fishing at night, the young man immediately came up with an idea——

They just can't get the goods tonight, there is a big empty truck!

There are so many people, the family will give a few tens of dollars for the travel expenses and send it directly. The big guys should barbecue at night, wash their feet and wash their feet, and don't delay tomorrow at all!

Kill two birds with one stone, you have to make it easier for me to get the money, and soon the business was negotiated in the yard of Song Tan's house.

Now this car full of fish and shrimp is not his own, it is better than his own!

Because of this, Lao Zhao's nephew recognized Boss Song!

Old Zhao: ...

He hated this elm head, so he could only say bitterly at this moment: "It's useless for you to brag about it now, what price will you sell us fish tomorrow, it must be the same price! When the time comes to carry a hundred catties of fish home, you will be able to sell it to us today." If you earn too late, you will lose your money!"

He let out a long breath: "Nephew, let's call it: Bitterly hate pressing the gold thread every year to make wedding clothes for others!"

"You said, you boil oil and light the lamp to earn the travel expenses, don't you have to buy things from her in the end?"

The eldest nephew didn't listen to such nonsense, he just asked again: "Then, if we don't take this business tonight, don't we want fish tomorrow?"

Old Zhao: ...How could it not be possible! He only cares about money, not stupid!

"Really?" The eldest nephew caught his expression, and said quite proudly at the moment: "Let's buy it ourselves, it's two yuan cheaper per catty, and we can choose first!"

Old Zhao: ...

He closed his eyes and lay back, not wanting to say a word.

...

Song Tan's family is indeed still busy.

It's almost ten o'clock at night, and the family is still just taking a simple bite. The big helpers left early, and the sanitation came to an end. After a simple wash, everyone sat in the brightly lit living room with the air conditioner blowing, and the final finishing touches had to be done.

Even Seventh Cousin waited until this moment to cut the watermelon tonight, and then walked back with Seventh Grandma.

Nervously, Yan Ran adjusted the account in her hand, and whispered to Professor Song and the others: "Song Tan's family...does they trust us too much... so much money!"

Some people scanned the QR code, some swiped their cards, and some gave cash. The scene was so busy that there was no choice. Now it was collected at night, and it was about 400,000 yuan.

That's it, the task of collecting the money tonight is all on Yan Ran's shoulders, even if the money for scanning the QR code is not with her, but the tens of thousands of dollars in cash in her hand still makes her feel nervous and apprehensive, for fear of miscalculating.

Tang Xiaodong muttered in a low voice: "Such a tense and intense sale is much harder than doing farm work. Why do I think we are like free labor?"

Just, the three of them cooperated very well, and they were exhausted today, so when they are not around, is this family planning to sell fish like this?

Of course, for this food, he would be happy with free labor, but this feeling is very subtle.

Qi Lin didn't make a sound, he was numb when picking up fish and catching fish, and there was still a burning pain in the palm of his hand at this moment.

If Song Tan knew about their problem, he would definitely roll his eyes—please, Mr. Xin Jun can't lift it with his hands, Zhang Yanping looks capable but actually can't pick up a bundle of grass, Qiao Qiao is okay but he can't hold so many people!

If you count on how many of them?

Then this fish can only be sold slowly one day at a time! How can there be today's quick fix and high efficiency?

I also have to thank Professor Song for teaching students well!

Today, Professor Song, who is a well-educated disciple, is still continuing to educate: "You guys, what a rare opportunity to exercise, you don't even know it!"

"Is our labor valuable? Compared with the real crops, it is worthless."

"At first, I thought, I have studied for a long time in my life, so I know a little bit of science, right? I don't want to come to eat and drink for nothing."

"But do you know what I heard today? Song Tan's family started their business by throwing a handful of grass seeds into the wasteland."

"It's just the ordinary Zi Yunying, who feeds the cows and feeds the people, and feeds her customers into the loyal appearance of today."

"Let's talk about it, this is the only one, what do we need?"

He smiled bitterly: "I'm even thinking now, when they gave me the opportunity, did they give me a favor and let me take a vacation?"

By the way, gold-plate the resumes of the apprentices?

Thinking of this, Professor Song didn't want to talk anymore!

But Yan Ran and the others looked at each other silently, and after a long time, she took a deep breath and looked at the ledger in her hand again:

"Tang Xiaodong, Qi Lin, let's reconcile the accounts again."

That thing, about the body, because I had a fever again, I took the test last night. I can only say that the new crown did not forget me, although it was late, it arrived (*).

Sheep a sheep.

I'm in good shape tonight, and I'm pushing this sister's good book! I should have pushed it while I was on sick leave so you guys could have a few more books to read...

The author of "Swallow's Ci Return" is Jiu Shilu. Lin Yunyan's new life started with a bad hand of cards.

good night!