Song Tan Jishi

Speaking of which, the chickens and ducks at home are quite diligent.

When they first laid eggs, the chickens could lay forty or fifty eggs a day, while the ducks were a few months later and had less than 40 eggs.

For a newly grown duck, this is an incredible achievement.

Although sometimes they are disobedient and often lay their eggs by the pond or in the water, and Qiaoqiao has to go to the waterside every day to take a look and touch them.

But now that the chicks are full-fledged and the ducks are getting fatter, they are becoming more sensible.

If you are ignorant, King Qiaoqiao will only give them an extra handful of food when they collect duck eggs every night when they are laying eggs in the grass nest!

In short, now the chickens have grown up, are more diligent, lay more eggs, and the ducks are also bigger.

When they sway their buttocks to make a nest, seven or eighty duck eggs a day are stable.

After all, this diligent attitude has lasted for at least two months.

The price of duck eggs is low when sold alone. The seventh cousin has long tried to pickle duck eggs with yellow mud and white wine. In the end, he found that the yellow mud is better - not that there is any big difference in taste, but that the yellow mud is pickled. It takes a long time, and it also takes a long time to store after marinating. During the summer, it is not convenient to send express delivery, so these things have been stored in the cellar.

The longest ones now have been there for two months! I make a batch every now and then and keep adding to it.

If Song Tan hadn't been the main transporter, no one except her would have been able to go down easily. I'm afraid the duck eggs would have to be put away again...

After all, there are too many delicious foods at home, and I would leave some extra for pickling every week in the kitchen to eat as I please, so the food in the cellar won’t be around for a while.

As for the ones from two months ago, of course there is nothing left.

Either he started a live broadcast and sold it, or he showed off a dozen of them a day. Is it weird that there are still some left?

Now that salted duck eggs are on the shelves again, there is no need for Qiao Qiao to start a live broadcast notification, because those who have eaten them have already been craving for them for a long time.

Zhang Yanping went to deliver the glutinous rice wine, and Xin Jun was making links beside him: "Song Tan, how many do you have in stock?"

Song Tan thought for a while: "How many of us are there?"

Xin Jun made some calculations: "Not counting my own consumption in the past two months, and not counting the batch that I haven't had time to make yet, the inventory is about 4,300."

hiss!

Song Tan felt that he was careless.

There were more than 4,000 duck eggs piled in the cellar. How did she manage to ignore them? From now on, the inventory must be checked frequently, otherwise what if the delay continues and the duck eggs are directly damaged?

At this moment, she made up her mind not to hoard anymore, and then said to Jun Xin:

"The store will deliver 200 tomorrow, and the remaining 4,000 will be taken away by Boss Chang tomorrow morning."

"Okay!" Xin Jun said while adjusting the data: "Eggs and duck eggs are low in cost, so you can sell more. Feed the ducks more good ones during this period, so that they can hold on tighter."

Not only the ducks, but the chickens also have to hold on tight. The eggs were sold to Boss Chang at a pretty good price. Apart from transportation being a little more troublesome than salted duck eggs, there was no other problem.

"By the way, Boss Chang also said not to save eggs, just pack as many as you have every day."

Song Tan was a little hesitant: "Old Zhao wants it too. We still want to eat it at home. He also wants dozens of them a day?"

There are only a hundred chickens in total, and there are less than 80 hens. When they lay the most diligently, they only lay 80 eggs a day. They only started in September. After all, they were still young before.

After a summer vacation, Lao Zhao was particularly active in selling goods in the autumn. There was no shortage of radish leaves, green vegetables, tomatoes, eggplants, peppers, etc. left in the garden!

If it weren't for the small quantity, Boss Chang would turn red with envy.

Xin Jun looked at her with a smile: "Boss Chang said the quantity doesn't matter. He's afraid that if it doesn't, you will give all his share to the locals later."

He thought that Song Tan was trying hard to motivate the villagers, and he might also have a premonition that there would be no breakthrough in local sales. And after this batch of villagers harvest radishes this winter, maybe next year, Song Tan will deliberately reduce the supply to Lao Zhao.

After all, Lao Zhao's main suppliers next year will probably be people from the village.

Therefore, even if the price offered by Lao Zhao is not as good as Boss Chang, they are still careful and conscientious when supplying goods this year, and they are not unhappy at all.

Song Tan didn't know what he was thinking. He only thought about the ownership of the egg, and then made a decision:

"Let's do this, leave 20 eggs for Lao Zhao every day, 40 for Boss Chang, and we can eat the remaining ten or twenty ourselves."

In their small town, not many people are willing to spend so much money on food. Even if many customers are greedy, they will bear to go there every now and then. 20 eggs are enough for everyone to try.

Looking at it this way, I need to raise more chickens and ducks next year!

…

And here, Zhang Yanping had already arrived at the pond carrying the plastic bag of bait.

A few fishermen who rented a house and worked hard every day were basking in the sun and blowing the breeze, sitting on their pony poles. If the empty buckets were not so eye-catching, those who didn't know would have thought it was some kind of divine enjoyment. !

"Are you fishing?" he greeted.

Brother Grass Fish glanced at him and imitated that tone: "Yeah! You're here!"

Zhang Yanping came over and took a look: "Why are there not one today? Brother Yu, have your skills deteriorated?"

There is no pond in Lao Song's house. Isn't that normal?

Brother Grass Carp was very calm: "What do you know? Fishing is about cultivating the mind. It doesn't matter whether you get something or not!"

Zhang Yanping didn't care, but shook the bait in his hand:

"I see. I was originally thinking of making a new bait at home and asking one of you to try it. Since it's about cultivating one's mind, it's not appropriate to use this kind of plug-in."

"I'll find someone else."

After he finished speaking, he had just turned around when suddenly a heart-rending cry came from behind him:

"Me! Me! Me, me, me!"

When he turned his head again, he saw Brother Nili running crazily from the other end of the pond, stretching his hands forward wildly as he ran, just like Ziwei Gege who had an affectionate meeting with Er Kang.

Zhang Yanping looked at him, then at the bait in his hand, and couldn't help but murmured: "It's not that big of a deal..."

How could it not happen? ! He clearly doesn’t understand Brother Ni Loach’s suffering!

Brother Nilu is now at the bottom of the fishing ladder. Out of 10 days, he wishes he could be in the air force for 5 days!

There are still four days left to catch loaches. On the last day, you may get lucky and get an extra eel or small fish...

What kind of fishing cultivates the mind? He just wants to gain a lot! Then show off three times at the gate of the community and become a vulgar fisherman!

At this moment, when I heard Zhang Yanping talking about bait, I thought of those fairy earthworms, how could they still sit still!

By the time he ran over, everyone was panting, and he was still out of breath and said:

"I, here, I can do it!"

Okay, the day has begun, look at how powerful my ultimate hands are! Wait for me at the seventh update!

Update one.