Lu Chuan's scarred face was vaguely reflected on the computer screen, but his expression remained unchanged. He just casually swiped past the two interception notifications -
Zhou Yongzhi couldn't find any information about himself, and his millions of assets had no one to inherit them. He must be very anxious now.
He is not a fool.
Not to mention how many years Zhou Yongzhi can live or how much his inheritance is worth, Lu Chuan looks down on him simply because of the person he is.
In this life, he just wished he had nothing to do with this person.
The warm spring breeze blew gently, and the white gauze by the window floated like flowing clouds. The fragrance of tea slowly diffused throughout the house, becoming more and more elusive and refreshing.
Lu Chuan thought about it and decisively switched to another phone and switched to the secondary account:
"Hello, I was introduced by Lu Chuan. I want to buy another ten kilograms of tea and ten kilograms of honey."
Editors, readers, author friends, and my mother’s connections…
It is to maintain the relationship for yourself and also to express gratitude to the other party for their sincerity.
Of course, he would never admit that he now regarded the tea and honey he had as treasures and was unwilling to share them with others.
Even smelling it won't work.
Essentially, he still likes to eat alone.
However, when I opened the empty freezer, I found that there was nothing left, whether it was dumplings or frozen asparagus.
Think about those local specialties like wild vegetables and bamboo shoots that Song Tan mentioned just now...
He closed the refrigerator door expressionlessly and drank a cup of tea to calm himself down.
But when he tasted the fragrant tea, his heart began to burn with anger again. He walked around the room twice, but could not relieve the regret.
Lu Chuan endured it again and again, but in the end he couldn't hold back his pride and embarrassment, so he asked on his second account:
“Are there really no more bamboo shoots?”
Song Tan was also stunned when he saw the news: Did this life-saving person introduce it in such detail? Did he even tell him about the out-of-stock items
She also replied seriously, decisively and affirmatively: "Yes, it's gone."
Maybe if I look through it again I can find another one weighing ten or twenty kilograms, but there's really no need.
There is so much work to do at home that I can't take care of it.
After thinking about it, he sent another message to Lu Chuan:
"Thank you for introducing your friend. I made a lot of money from that deal. I'll send you five kilograms of bamboo shoots quietly. Don't tell your friend."
Tea and honey, a business worth 110,000 yuan, I should give him five kilograms of bamboo shoots as a reward... It's only natural, right
However, when Lu Chuan looked at the news, he didn't know what expression to use.
Sure enough, for that farm girl, friendship is more important than price.
Now you still say you have made a lot of money... How much can you make? Farming in the countryside is not easy.
His heart softened even more, and he instantly forgot about being rejected when he tried to buy bamboo shoots with his trumpet just now. He transferred the money quickly while suppressing his greed.
In fact, this girl is good in every way except that she is too practical - is it possible that five kilograms of bamboo shoots are not enough
He can handle 50 kilograms!
At worst, you can buy a freezer and freeze everything, whether it’s dried bamboo shoots, bamboo shoot buns, or anything else.
But now everyone said it was free, so he had to swallow his sigh.
While I was looking forward to the taste of these five pounds of bamboo shoots, I was secretly thinking that five pounds were not enough to eat.
…
No one could understand Lu Chuan's sadness and expectation. Song Tan was already holding a hoe and calling Zhang Yanping:
"Let's go, Brother Yanping, and dig some more bamboo shoots."
"Dig more!" Uncle Seven shouted quickly, "We'll make bamboo shoot dumplings tonight."
Zhang Yanping was playing a crucial game, his hands were dancing so hard that they almost left afterimages: "Let Qiao Qiao go, I can't take care of him right now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Qiao rushed in from outside with a bucket:
"Qiao Qiao is not free either!"
Then he held up the empty bucket and said, "I need to get some more food. The piglets don't have enough."
As he spoke, he stuffed the wheat bran, rice bran, the pile of water hyacinths he had picked up earlier, and the peeled off pieces of bamboo shoots that were between old and tender into the bucket.
Song Tan took a look and thought that these pigs would only be under Qiao Qiao's care for these two days. Wasn't it her father who fed them before
What’s not enough
It must be that Qiao Qiao gave it to Da Wang and Da Bai for special treatment again.
From this we can see that the job rotation is still necessary, otherwise it would seem that you are biased.
not to mention…
"Qiao Qiao," she stared at the silly child, "Don't keep feeding the king these things."
Its original owner knew it was time to cry again.
It seems like I'm abusing the dog every day.
Little did they know that the water hyacinth in their pond was very popular nowadays! Dabai took a sip and wanted to dive into it, with his butt facing the sky, and never come out again.
Qiao Qiao snorted: "I only fed the piglets, I didn't feed the king."
But this statement is not very confident, it seems that he has eaten a little.
Song Tan didn't care about him - even if water hyacinth was delicious, could rice bran or wheat bran taste as good as leftovers
This snack is really not good. I guess the king won’t be able to hold on for long. Just feed it if you want. It’s not worth the money.
Just at this moment, the sound of Zhang Yanping's game dying was particularly obvious.
Okay, it’s time to move.
He sighed secretly, then resigned himself to his fate by picking up his hoe and basket: "Let's go, let's go dig bamboo shoots!"
During the time he has been at home, his belly has become fat and firm. If he doesn't move, his mother might never let him come to the village to enjoy life again if she sees him.
"By the way, didn't you say that you don't want to dig bamboo shoots anymore? Why do you want to eat them again today?"
Song Tan shook his head: "A client introduced me to a business of ten kilograms of tea, and I gave him five kilograms of bamboo shoots."
Oh shit!
!
Zhang Yanping's eyes widened. "Who has connections, you or me? You want ten kilograms of tea for ten thousand yuan a kilogram!"
Damn it, why isn’t this nouveau riche in his address book
"Wait!" he asked again, "Your pre-rain tea and pre-Qingming tea are the same price? You don't even sift them!"
Generally, when frying tea leaves, the tea leaves delivered will be screened and divided into grades of various buds and leaves, with prices ranging from high to low.
Song Tan’s story is so simple, there is no distinction at all!
After all, for her, ten thousand is easy to remember and it is at the bottom line of the price.
There is no need to raise it higher or lower it anymore. It is so much more worry-free now!
But this also reminded her: "You are right, drinking Maojian all the time is a bit too boring. When the summer comes, pick the buds and leaves. It can still be sold at the same price."
Zhang Yanping was almost shocked by this act of skinning.
Summer tea itself is bitter, and the price is much lower. Spring tea, summer tea, and Bailu tea, that is, summer tea, are the cheapest and cheapest.
Not to mention the buds and leaves, which are a bud with one or two leaves. The price is determined by the number of leaves. The more leaves, the less valuable it is.
However, Song Tan had another idea: "The tea aroma is a bit bitter, and the tea flavor is a bit strong. I can brew it a few more times. Maybe someone will like this taste!"
Anyway, tea is durable, so it’s fine as long as it can be sold within a year.
Looking at the current momentum, there is really no need to worry!