Xiao Feng walked away in a daze.
A few more people came and bought handfuls or two at a time. Song Tan sat on the bench slowly and sold vegetables semi-self-servicely, and took the opportunity to check the balance.
Oh no!
I made more than 5,000 yuan from selling vegetables this morning!
But come to think of it, the total amount of vegetables she sells is about the same as when she usually sells wild vegetables, but they are sold in handfuls of three or two!
So, even though everyone said they didn't want it, their purchasing power was actually very considerable. Looking at the remaining dozens of garlic sprouts, coriander and nepeta, she was not in a hurry at all.
Before the group of fishermen left yesterday, they all agreed to come back this morning. They realized:
There are ten people in a pond, that is, if there are only a few of them, there is no need to get up in the early morning to fight for fish! Just come early and leave late, and it can also save some family conflicts.
I don’t believe it!
Such a big pond, and they can't catch a big fish? !
It seems that they were obsessed with the fish - it would be more likely if they didn't arrive before breakfast.
Song Tan was thinking, judging by the way they ate yesterday, the three people who didn't pay yesterday would have to take a bottle of honey away today, right
In order to keep the profits flowing for a long time, I didn’t even put it out for sale yesterday!
The old fisherman is indeed the cutest creature in the world!
Let’s take a look at the savings again: the 70,000 yuan left over from last time plus the 40,000 yuan earned yesterday is still a long way from enough to build a house.
But the money for the house doesn't need to be taken out all at once. The money she has is more than enough to start the construction.
It’s just that the design hasn’t been ready for a while…
Just as she was thinking about it, she saw the vegetable vendor also moved a stool and sat next to her, saying angrily:
"You're a boring person."
Song Tan was unhappy and stretched out his hand to move the stool to the side: "You are the only one who is interesting. What do you mean?"
She was depressed, and the vegetable vendor seemed even more aggrieved:
"We have known each other since the first day you came to sell vegetables, right? We have known each other for so long, no one in the whole vegetable market can compare to us! But you have good things, but you tell the new customers about them first. So you don't take me seriously, right?"
"What's wrong with Tremella? What's wrong with 20 yuan for 10 grams? Can't I afford it?"
Song Tan glanced at him and said, "Look at you, you are so narrow-minded."
"You can tell from the looks of it that he's a hard-working, hardworking person. His life is pretty tough, so what's wrong with me asking one more question? You've been happily setting up a stall here every day for decades, so what does it matter if you make a little more or a little less?"
"Besides, Tremella fuciformis isn't on sale yet. I'm just asking a question. At worst, I can leave you a pound later."
Even though the vegetable vendor was more than twice her age, the two of them surprisingly got along well, and were even quite rude when chatting.
The vegetable vendor’s eyes really lit up!
"Twenty yuan for ten grams... that's two thousand yuan for one pound. Can you keep that pound for me? Do you want the money?"
Song Tan: …
"Brothers should settle accounts clearly. You said you want money or not."
The vegetable vendor groaned, "We are one family, yet you are reluctant to spend money on us."
Song Tan also snorted: "We are one family, so what if you give me a thousand for free? Why do you want silver ear?"
The vegetable vendor was indeed defeated.
Just as he was about to say something else, he saw a few more people selling vegetables. Song Tan took the money and became even happier.
The vegetable vendor saw this and couldn't help wondering, "I usually sell things at the same price, why don't I see you looking so happy?"
"Why, are you short of money?"
Song Tan nodded: "Yes, I am planning to rebuild the house in my hometown. I will start the construction once the design is ready."
"Design drawings?"
The vegetable vendor laughed: "Are you looking for a designer online?"
Yes.
They must have some locally, but they would have to go to the home improvement company and argue with them, and Song Tan was too lazy to bother.
I decided to get a blueprint online and find a reliable engineering team to carry out the construction according to the blueprint.
The vegetable vendor laughed: "Why don't you say that young people are unreliable? You drew the blueprints online, and they all showed some big country villa - I want to ask you, those floor-to-ceiling windows and big glass are so beautiful, can we use them in this winter?"
"Glass blocks wind but not cold. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. The reason why we live in the countryside is to live in a cool and comfortable environment. Now that it's like living in the city, all the advantages are lost."
"We need to light a stove this winter, right? You need to build a room specifically for lighting a stove and entertaining guests."
"If you think taking a bath in the village is not as comfortable as taking a bath in the city, then you can put the bathroom next to the stove. With the help of the hot air, you won't feel cold when taking a bath."
"I suddenly heard you say that you have a chef at home? With a family, there must be a lot of people every day. The bathroom has two toilets for men and women, so you need to find someone to arrange them properly, right?"
"Look at the villas and gardens in our city. They even have ponds and screen walls in the yards. Do they need them in the countryside? I don't believe you won't use them to dry rice and corn underground!"
Song Tan really hadn't thought about it so thoroughly.
You can't blame her for this. After all, she hasn't lived at home for more than a hundred years.
But she had something to say about drying rice: "There is a large open space in front of my yard. When the time comes, I will lay the ground and do some renovations instead of in my own yard..."
But the screen wall is really unnecessary, she is only building a farmyard, not a Chinese-style garden.
The vegetable vendor was proud: "Look at the house layouts that are being sold now. The kitchen is either here or there. Go back to the village and take a look. Are the kitchens of every household on the east or southeast side?"
"My family is very particular about Feng Shui. If you want to find a designer, you might as well spend more time chatting with the elderly at home."
"After a few days of chatting, the rough outline will come out, and then you can ask a professional to draw up a blueprint and do the calculations for you."
Hey!
Song Tan was really impressed by the vegetable vendor now: "I didn't expect you to know so much?"
The vegetable vendor puffed out his chest with pride: "That's it!"
"Do you know what my girl does? She specializes in design."
No wonder.
Song Tan also laughed: "Where do you work for? I'll go and help you boost sales later."
Vegetable vendor: …
He hummed: "Not working."
"That crappy company has all these weird clients every day. She lost more than 20 pounds in the two years she worked there. It made me angry, so I just let her come back."
"Big brother."
Song Tan moved the small stool and leaned closer to him: "Look how close we are, just like siblings. Is my niece free recently? If you have time, come home with me to play for two days and take a picture."
It is possible to build a house in the village without a blueprint, but the construction team hired is usually relatives and friends, and they will dare to follow their own aesthetic standards unless things are explained clearly.
Song Tan has also looked up a lot of cases online recently. After all, he has spent money to rebuild the house, so he can't live in it in a terrible way. It's better to have a blueprint to feel more at ease.
As for whether those who build houses can read blueprints... as long as there is one person who can in a team, that's enough!
The vegetable vendor pulled the stool further away and glared at her:
"What niece? You are younger than my daughter. Don't call me that."
After a while, he moved back:
"So...how much money do you plan to give?"