Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 822 822. The mud cow enters the sea

With several men in mind, Song Tan didn't drive so fast.

She complained after the car was far away: "Oh! There is no shortage of people to harvest rice now."

Qi Lin, who followed beside him, was speechless.

Yes, it was him who followed this time - this was Professor Song's suggestion.

The original words were: "Xiao Qi, you can follow me this time. Also listen to what others say about raising sheep. If you learn well, I remember that your hometown has a lot of loess land, right?"

He sincerely planned for his students: "It's difficult to grow crops over there, and it's tiring. The old man is getting older. If you learn well, you can teach him how to raise a few sheep at home, so that he can have something to do."

You can't make much money from farming, so it's better for Qi Lin to be filial and give the old man a thousand yuan every month, which is better than the other person's body being exhausted, right?

And because it is too barren, it is not safe for a single old man to raise cattle... Cattle are too expensive, a small one costs ten thousand. In a poor place, who knows if someone will attack the cattle, and whether he will fight for the cattle?

After much thought, Professor Song felt that sheep were the most reliable.

After all, when the price is low, you can get a lamb for 200 yuan.

Qi Lin never spoke much, but judging from his reddish eyes, he clearly took these words to heart.

Because of this, Song Tan found someone to talk to on the road.

At this moment, she also curiously asked: "After you study for a Ph.D. with Professor Song, you can work anywhere in the Academy of Agricultural Sciences or a research institute - do you have any plans now?"

This was said half a year ago, and Qi Lin could categorically say that he wanted to return to his hometown.

Of course, he is a child from a poor family and does not have such lofty ideals to transform his hometown and lead everyone to get rich.

There are not many people in my hometown now.

His only thought was to let his grandfather, who had worked hard all his life, live a good life.

Return to your hometown, settle down in a nearby city, and then take your grandfather over. If the old man doesn't want to, just stay in his hometown. He can drive back every weekend during the holidays.

But now, he hesitated.

After a long time, Song Tan heard him ask softly:

"If I work here, will my family have a place to live?"

Well...

Song Tan told the truth: "I have reserved a 30-square-meter room for you. If you want to have two bedrooms, that's no problem."

"But the problem is, the room is only so big. If you fall in love, get married and have children in the future... you can't take grandpa with you wherever you go, right?"

This is a real problem. After all, everyone is in their 20s and has not finished graduate school. If Qi Lin has plans to study for a Ph.D., his grandfather will be anxious if he doesn't mention it.

Moreover, the older generation believes that "people are inferior when they leave their hometown" and "it is difficult to leave their homeland."

Even though Wulan was busy in her hometown now, she might not be willing to buy her a house in the city to live in.

"Qi Lin, people always have to face parting."

Qi Lin thought for a while and finally sighed: "I'll think about it again."

However, from a short perspective, there was obviously no good solution to this problem. It was too awkward for the two of them to be silent in the car, so Qi Lin changed the topic:

"I think the golden cherry blossoms you cut on the mountain are alive and well, and now they have sprouted new branches."

"The whole mountain is surrounded. It will be particularly beautiful in spring and summer - do you really not plan to open the perimeter to photography?"

Song Tan thought for a while: "I actually don't prohibit photography."

After all, the cuttings of Jin Yingzi have two layers, inside and outside. When the flowers bloom all over the hillside, people taking photos outside will have to suffer a penalty first if they want to come in. There is no need to mention safety.

only……

"Let nature take its course. I won't publicize it. I'll shoot if you want. When the time comes, I'll set a deposit and persuade a group of people to leave first."

These are all things for next year, and she doesn't want to think about them now.

Qi Lin said "hmm" and then said:

"Then let's talk about the kudzu root in the back mountain. Doesn't the kudzu root still belong to Uncle Zhang this year?"

Song Tan: ...No, why does this topic change so quickly? Is this something we must talk about?

But in terms of agricultural development, Qi Lin is really more professional than her.

So Song Tan also nodded honestly: "Yes, it will be returned to him. But I said before that I would like to help Qiao Qiao shout in the live broadcast room to earn more money for the old man - Uncle Zhang works too hard!" "

"I know," Qi Lin nodded: "But I don't recommend talking about this directly in Qiaoqiao's live broadcast room. It can easily cause disputes or confuse the concepts that customers have finally cultivated."

He suggested: "Your mother, auntie, hasn't she done live broadcasts before? Let her try it."

"Ah?" Song Tan was stunned.

"My mother? My mother's live broadcast room has not yet gathered 100 people."

Of course, Qiao Qiao succeeded so easily, Ulan thought he could do it too, and started the live broadcast in high spirits.

There is no specific content in the live broadcast. Today I will show you a shovel, tomorrow I will show you a hoe, and the day after tomorrow I will take a walk around the stove...

Moreover, her mobile phone was placed there. Although the bright red stand was very eye-catching, she would forget about it when she was busy.

Things in this world are so strange.

Qiao Qiao forgot about the fans, and the fans shouted "He doesn't have me in his heart", but they still followed unswervingly.

Wulan forgot about his fans, but they slipped away more swiftly than eels in the ditch. So much so that the old mother was so embarrassed that she finally stopped working.

However, at this time, this old live broadcast room was discovered by Qi Lin.

"It's like this. If other people's products are sold in Qiaoqiao's live broadcast room, it is easy for black fans to buy them back and then maliciously leave negative reviews on the grounds of ignorance."

"Even if the fans know the truth, it will ruin their goodwill by going to such trouble. That's why I say Jojo is inappropriate."

"But let's change the method. Let Qiaoqiao introduce it in the live broadcast room, and then introduce Auntie's live broadcast room to help attract some traffic."

"Auntie has been in the village all year round and is definitely more familiar with kudzu root. I will simply live broadcast one or two steps of making kudzu root powder. If you are willing, just shoot a video and edit it carefully to warm up."

"When the time comes, I will prepare a new online store and put the link in Auntie's live broadcast room."

He thought of the acres of land in the back hill.

For kudzu root, if you weigh six or seven kilograms, you can only get one kilogram of kudzu powder. Sometimes, the powder yield rate is not high, and sometimes one kilogram of kudzu powder can be produced for ten kilograms.

According to the average yield of Zhang Wang's few acres of land, which is 600 kilograms per acre, the total yield is only two to three thousand kilograms.

Compared with the two or three thousand pounds of Qiao Qiao's huge and wealthy high-net-worth fans who are willing to spend money, it is simply like a cow disappearing into the sea.

Thinking of this, Qi Lin couldn't help but say: "In this way, even if he can only bring over one-tenth of the fans, then there is no need to worry about the sales of this batch of kudzu powder."

Update one.

I may have to go out today, so I’ll update first. Wu Lei's target was foreshadowed from the beginning, but none of you could guess it (it hasn't appeared yet).

Also, thank you all for your support! It’s the end of the month and I’d like to give you all the extra monthly tickets [emphasis added] - the new life of Jiushi Lu Lin Yunyan, the author of "Yan Cigui", started with a bad hand.