"I'm telling you!"
Zhang Wangjia's old hands tightly grasped the hoe, veins bulging, and he glared at his children fiercely: "Ever since I married your mother, she has started saving money. She saves one part for the family and one part for you! She has saved this money for more than 40 years."
"Later, when our lives got better, we used all the money we saved to support you. We have done our duty. Your mother said that after she passes away, she will give this money to you as a reminder of your past."
"I didn't expect that I'd raised a bunch of ungrateful people. Even their own mothers don't want them anymore. What else do they want?"
Zhang Wangjia slammed the hoe down on the ground:
"I'm telling you right now, I don't have children like you. You don't have to kowtow to me!"
"Get out! Get out now!"
At this moment, the sisters-in-law who were in charge of counting the money finally counted the full box of money. Looking at Sister Zhang who had not yet been put into the coffin, they suddenly shed tears:
"A total of... 30,000 yuan."
…
Everyone present was silent.
I just heard Song Youde puffing on his cigarette, and then he suddenly said:
"Sancheng, if you dare to do this when I can't do it anymore, I'll burn your house down."
"Zhang Wang's family is just too soft-hearted. If it were me, I would have hit him on the head with the hoe. It's better to have a dog than his children."
Song Sancheng felt his scalp go cold, and then he frowned: "Dad, what are you talking about? I was the one who carried away those three bastards today!"
My goodness, when the son and son-in-law came, they drove a car. No matter whether the car was good or bad, borrowed or something, they were so reluctant to spend money on their own mother... To say that they are so heartless is to respect them.
Song Youde snorted coldly, that's about right.
As for Zhang Wang's family, without the relatives and friends of his son and daughter, the way the villagers treated guests was simple. Today was not the time for a proper reception, so Song Sancheng planned to go and help out for another day tomorrow, and he would have to help carry the coffin the day after tomorrow.
This matter seemed to pass quietly.
But as the funeral progressed, Song Tan discovered that those who worked at home, whether they were aunts or uncles, suddenly became extremely active.
After a brief thought, she realized that it was because her children were unreliable that this caused deep-seated panic among these middle-aged and elderly people.
Now that you have the opportunity to make money, it would be more reliable to save more money for yourself.
When we are sick, we pay for treatment ourselves, and don't count on our children. When we are old, just because we have money doesn't necessarily mean we can live comfortably, but can't we suffer less
After realizing this, Song Tan couldn't help but sigh.
But right now, there is another thing that makes her sigh - that is, the finished grafted peach seedlings that bear fruit this year are now sold at too high a price.
While Zhang Yanping was looking for the channel of Lao Zhou who ran a nursery, he was also asking around, but after asking around, he found out that a mature three-centimeter sapling cost eighty yuan each.
If they planted twenty acres of land, they would need at least two thousand trees, and the total cost would be more than the twenty-year contract fee for the land, a full one hundred and sixty thousand!
Good job!
Wu Lan and Song Sancheng were also horrified when they heard the bill in the house: "Do we have to plant such expensive fruit trees? Can't we plant cheaper ones?"
But the problem is that nowadays the large seedlings that bear fruit in the same year are basically priced at this price, so it’s almost the same.
Where does this money come from
They had just started to plow the soil on the mountain, how could they have imagined that their price estimate was wrong
Wu Lan thought again: "Otherwise, the 60,000 yuan..."
Song Tan shook his head: "Mom, don't be so stressed. Just think of it this way. It's only 160,000 yuan. I can earn it by selling 16 kilograms of tea."
Wow!
Look at how lightly it's written, as if it's just sixteen dollars.
But think about it: if it is 160,000, it is of course a huge sum. But if it is 16 kilograms of tea, it seems that it is not a big deal. Even though Wu Lan knew that this tea was not so easy to sell, he still couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Song Tan also comforted him: "It's okay, don't worry, it will take another four or five days to clean up the mountain, which is enough for us to earn this money."
She was really not in a hurry. At worst she could just take out a loan. She didn't believe that she couldn't earn the 160,000 yuan with the quality of her products.
He turned around and started sending messages in the group.
[Honey pre-sale starts, 1,000 yuan per pound, first come first served, the price will be adjusted to 2,000 yuan after one week.]
[The Mingqian tea is about to be sold out, so hurry up if you want to buy it.]
There's nothing wrong with that. Qingming Festival is just two days away, and we only produce four or five kilograms of dry tea a day. Compared with other big tea merchants, it is indeed about to sell out.
[The picking period of astragalus is five days, please seize the time.]
Wow, my phone didn't stop beeping all night.
Some people either ask for information or just give their addresses and give them money.
As soon as he woke up in the morning, Song Tan made a nonchalant gesture to Wu Lan, who had dark circles under her eyes: "Mom, I tell you not to worry. I sold eight kilograms of tea last night."
"Twenty kilograms of honey are scheduled to be sold."
There are also some astragalus, but I won’t go into detail about these. I’ll count the number when I pick them later.
Wow, one hundred thousand in just one night. How can the money come so quickly
Wu Lan also felt dizzy.
Little did they know that after the leader and Secretary Wang drank this tea, they would carry a tea box with them wherever they went.
I wasn’t that picky before, but now when I go out to drink other people’s tea, I feel like something is not right.
This tea is dark in color, this tea is bitter, this tea doesn’t have enough sweetness, this tea has a dull aroma…
Obviously the tea we drink is of top quality, but it just doesn't taste good here.
Alas, when they heard that this kind of tea was about to sell out and they didn’t know whether the same quality would be available in the future, they immediately had the mentality of stockpiling for Double 11 and bought four kilograms in one go.
Among them, the leader weighs three pounds and the secretary Wang weighs one pound.
There's nothing we can do about it, since Secretary Wang is a little short of money.
The other two kilograms were ordered by the guys who participated in the crowdfunding in the bureau last time.
These grown men are very shrewd. They keep the good tea for themselves and are unwilling to give gifts easily, for they are afraid that their parents or father-in-law will get the feeling after drinking it and will want this tea every time.
That's it. With their meager salary, who can they support? Just enjoy yourself.
As for who owns the last two pounds
They are naturally Lao Sun’s brothers.
Anyway, it's only been a few days, and I don't know if the brothers have taken out all their private money. They gave the money very quickly last night. They transferred it immediately, without any hesitation like last time.
And Ulan was completely relieved.
The 100,000 yuan from honey and tea this time, and the 40,000 yuan from astragalus last time, made her feel at ease and without any worries.