Song Tan knew that the yield of the vegetables in his own field would not be low, so he nodded:
"When the vegetables in the fields are ripe in large quantities, we will definitely have to find someone to buy them."
Otherwise, I don’t have the time or energy to go to the vegetable market every day.
Working from morning till night, it would be no problem to produce thousands of kilograms of vegetables. But the problem is that there is a lot of work to do at home, and now it is the limit to come every other day.
As for the price...
"Same price, 20 yuan per pound, buy 100 pounds and get one pound free."
Vegetable vendor: …
Wholesale, but not completely wholesale.
He held back for a moment, but then asked out loud: "What's the difference between wholesale and retail?"
“They are all the same.”
Song Tan said confidently: "We still pick the fruits the same way and deliver the fruits the same way. The cost on my side has not been reduced..."
As for whether there will be no vendors buying it - that's a joke. Given the taste of this dish, it would cost two hundred yuan per pound in any star-rated hotel.
If anyone can say no after having tasted it, Song Tan would respect him as a man.
The vegetable vendor swallowed a mouthful of blood and no longer thought about helping. He just picked up his bag of bamboo shoots and sat back on the small stool at the stall.
But after sitting there and thinking for a long time, he finally walked over angrily:
"Then I'll sell it wholesale for 20 yuan per pound. I have the final say on the market price. Is that ok with you?"
“Don’t sell it wholesale.”
Song Tan said sincerely:
"Although my family doesn't have much land, you know the quality. I come to the market to sell vegetables. I don't say that I'm not doing it to make money, I just want everyone to eat good food...
"To be honest, is twenty dollars cheap compared to the quality of my dish?"
"If I sell them wholesale to you, I won't make much profit from the difference. Secondly, everyone is familiar with my prices. If you raise the price, you might even cause trouble."
Why bother
But I look after the God of Wealth every day, but in the end I have to go back to stare at my ordinary and mediocre stall... Who can make up for this gap
The vegetable vendor looked at her resentfully: "Sister, last time I told you about renting a stall in the vegetable market, have you thought about it?"
Song Tan groaned: "It seems unnecessary..."
I just said this, and before I could expand on it, the vegetable vendor next door quickly said:
"If you don't want to wholesale, then don't do it. If you rent a stall, you'll have a fixed place to build your reputation in the future."
"Your stuff is good, and everyone in the market has vaguely heard about it. These past few days, there have been people setting up stalls near your location early in the morning, so who cares if their sales are good or not."
"It's obvious that they are trying to take advantage of your reputation. Returning customers will feel cheated and take it out on you. It's not worth it."
He said earnestly: "The stalls in this vegetable market are really not expensive, but they are a bit tight. If you have connections, you can go to a stable place and spend a little money. It's really worth it."
"No matter how many vegetables you want to sell every day, I can drive there and help you sell them!"
"It's your stall. Give me a little space on the side so I can sell the vegetables I wholesaled. Is that ok?"
"Don't worry, it's 100% not taking advantage of your reputation. I'll put all the prices on the table when the time comes, and you can check anytime."
Song Tan was puzzled: "I think it's good for you to set up a stall here. It doesn't cost anything. You can leave after selling everything every day. You don't necessarily need a stall, right?"
As I was speaking, I suddenly felt a chill on the tip of my nose. I looked up and saw that the curtain of spring rain had already begun.
The drizzle fell softly like smoke and mist. The vegetable vendor wiped the wet tips of his hair and showed her his wet palms:
"You see, besides being poor, this is also the reason."
"I'm old, and I don't want to be exposed to the sun, rain and cold wind here anymore."
This is indeed feasible.
Song Tan has seen a lot about the character of this vegetable vendor during this period. He can't say that he is very noble, but what he says is indeed true.
Moreover, as her family's vegetable garden work increased, it became impossible for her to drive to the city every day to set up a stall.
But Song Tan was not willing to pack all the vegetables and send them to wholesalers.
However, she was really tempted by what the vegetable vendor said.
"It's just..." Song Tan smiled bitterly: "You've been setting up the stall for so long and still haven't waited for a stall, how can I settle it all at once?"
"But I quite agree with your idea. If there is a place, we can discuss it together.
While chatting, they sold most of the few bamboo shoots in the truck bed.
At this moment, a familiar face looked around and approached like a thief:
"Xiao Song, here are my ten kilograms of bamboo shoots."
He quickly scanned the code to pay the bill, while he stretched out his hand to take his big bag.
Song Tan couldn't help but laugh.
"Zhu Suo, are you really that serious?"
The person who came was the director of the police station where she was arrested last time.
That erroneous arrest was an unexpected fortune for Song Tan, but it was a shame for the entire police station.
I just caught the wrong one!
Every wallet was emptied, smoother than an old washboard.
Buying tea is painful enough, but at least I can comfort myself: this large amount of money spent once can last for a long time.
But unexpectedly, everyone saw the grand scene in the vegetable market. Starting from the last wave of astragalus, everyone came in different time periods each time, and buying vegetables was like stealing.
Zhu held the bag in his hand and smiled bitterly, "You have to be careful! Last time, Xiao Wu bought five kilograms of Astragalus from you, but he couldn't hide any of it. At that time, we had to persuade everyone to share it."
"You said this vegetable is so expensive. If a piece of bamboo shoot peel falls off, I will feel distressed for a long time. I can't let those guys know."
Song Tan suppressed his laughter, lowered his voice, and said in the same thief-like manner:
"Captain Zhu, you'd better leave quickly. I see Brother Zhou from your office has already walked to the fruit stand."
"Does this count as slacking off at work?"
Who has time to talk about slacking off!
Zhu's heart shuddered, and he walked around carrying a ten-pound plastic bag, and carried out a rigorous anti-tracking drill in this vegetable market that was as familiar to him as his home.
Xiao Zhou soon came over stealthily.
"Xiao Song, weigh three pounds for me."
Then he handed over another red note: "There are only animals in the unit!"
"And Chief Zhou is so cunning. Not only did he buy the bamboo shoots secretly, he also made them into diced bamboo shoots with red oil at home, and sealed a small bag for himself when he got to work - I only ate one and they were all gone!"
Isn’t this bullying them because they can’t cook and are single
Xiao Zhou said bitterly: "When I get home from work, I'll ask my mom to do it for me too!"
Of course, you have to keep an eye on it, otherwise the diced bamboo shoots with red oil might be ready but you won’t get to eat them in the end.
Song Tan couldn't help but show sympathy:
Her dishes are a little expensive but very delicious!
After touching the change the vegetable vendor had just given her, she timidly took out forty yuan and handed it over.
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