The red-haired aunt’s ability to sell products is truly second to none.
Under her leadership, old customers would order as little as three or five kilograms, and new customers would hesitate before taking even one or two kilograms.
So, when another group of customers saw the news and took time out to come, they found out—
"I was only half an hour late, how come everything is gone?"
"That's right, didn't you say that everyone doesn't like to eat Chinese astragalus today and won't buy it?"
"Yes! I came here after hesitating for a long time. I originally planned to buy only one pound to try it out, as a way to support the boss!"
Song Tan:
Are there such crazy remarks in the group
She quickly opened her phone and sure enough, many familiar profile pictures were talking about how Astragalus membranaceus was unpopular, in a very serious tone, as if the business was going to fail.
But when I clicked on WeChat payment, I saw several people scanning the QR code to pay hundreds or eighty yuan.
Song Tan: …The world is full of tricks!
The customers also reacted, looking at her empty basket with tears in their eyes, and finally their eyes moved to the cold-mixed astragalus in Qiao Qiao's hand that they hadn't tasted yet, and they were ready to make a move:
"What is this?"
Song Tan simply handed over the disposable tachyon: "This is the unwelcome Astragalus membranaceus."
Several customers tasted it with mixed feelings, and instantly burst into tears.
"Next time you believe their lies, I'll be a puppy!"
Qiao Qiao's eyes lit up: "Woof woof woof!!!"
Stirred by this, everyone had to finish the remaining dishes in tears, and then agreed to do a lot of shopping the next morning before leaving reluctantly.
Song Tan: …Not really.
As soon as the others left, Song Tan quickly looked at the small basket of Astragalus membranaceus on the back seat of the car and said, "Let's go, Qiao Qiao, to the express delivery station."
The answer above is for the person from out of town, so we have to send it to him.
…
After returning home, Song Tan counted the money he had collected today and found that the total amount was another two thousand yuan, and this was even though he had not picked any extra fruits today.
Wulan has gone from being confused to accepting it calmly, and has even started to plan the field:
"If you ask me, if you want to make money like this, you should stop feeding cows and pigs."
Song Tan shook his head: "Mom, the main purpose of planting this is to fertilize the field. This field has not been cultivated for many years, so it needs to be cleaned up."
"Besides, astragalus grows fast. We can't sell all the land. There's no need to be frugal."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Song Sancheng carrying a hoe and preparing to go out. She looked at the dark sky that seemed to be about to rain and asked, "Dad, what are you doing?"
Song Sancheng replied: "I went to dig tea gardens. When I went to the mountain the other day, I found that the tea gardens near my home have started to make leaf bags. The old leaves are still green. I might as well apply some nitrogen fertilizer before it rains."
When fertilizing a tea garden, it is usually necessary to do so before it rains, dig a shallow layer of soil, and sprinkle fertilizer.
This way, when the rain falls, it is easy to absorb and will not burn the seedlings.
As he spoke, he seemed to be secretly delighted: "I think our land is blessed this year, and everything that grows tastes good. I might as well pick more tea leaves, which will surely taste good!"
After he said this, Song Tan also thought of the old tea garden at home.
A few years ago, this tea could still be sold for some money. Later, with the development of the Internet and increasingly powerful marketing, tea like theirs that had no brand name had little market.
So everyone just left their few acres of tea gardens unattended and drank the tea every year. If you really want to make money, go out to work in the second half of the year.
In Song Tan's family, because of Qiao Qiao's condition, the couple felt sorry for their child and refused to take him to the factory, so they had to leave someone at home every year.
Naturally, more time is spent on taking care of the fields at home.
The moisture in the air was getting heavier, and there would definitely be another spring rain in the evening. Song Tan remembered the fragrant, slightly bitter but sweet taste of tea from his hometown, and his heart couldn't help but be moved.
At this moment, he turned around and picked up a hoe: "Dad, let's do it together."
Song Sancheng wanted to stop him: "This is strenuous work, you are a girl..."
But when he thought of his hard-working girl, and how she carried two large baskets at a time without any effort, he fell silent again.
After thinking about it, he simply called his son and said, "Qiao Qiao, let's go and farm!"
Qiao Qiao rushed out: "Are you going to plant corn?"
…
The tea mountain is some distance from home.
You need to go around the back mountain from the front, climb the small path on the back mountain, and then go to the other side of the back mountain to see the large tracts of tea plantations.
Naturally, the large area here belongs to the Song Tan family.
Song Sancheng looked at the green leaves and couldn't help but sigh: "The weather is good this year, and the late spring cold is not that cold. In previous years, it would snow at this time, and the tea leaves would most likely be frozen."
As he said this, he swung the hoe and started digging a ditch.
Song Tan had no experience in applying fertilizer, so he just followed suit and started digging.
With every move, a trace of spiritual energy also entangled the tea leaves on the left and right, row by row, line by line...
The sky became increasingly gloomy, as if it was about to rain.
Song Sancheng looked at the large area of land he had quickly dug, and then looked at the place where Qiao Qiao had carefully spread the seeds, and he was shocked.
“Dig so fast!”
It used to take a long time to cultivate this tea garden. If he waited until October to apply the base fertilizer and dig deep trenches, it would take him more than a week to do it alone!
But now, only over an hour has passed and there's already a huge piece - even if you just need to dig shallowly without much effort, it wouldn't be that efficient, right
The experienced old farmer couldn't help wondering:
"I've been eating a lot recently. Could it be that my body is getting better? Why do I feel more energetic the more I work?"
Song Tan remained silent, pretending that he had nothing to do with the spiritual energy he emitted.
Song Sancheng didn't even think about her. He just looked at the place where she had dug and was surprised by the overly flexible swing of the hoe.
"Oh! You are destined to be a farmer! Look at what you have done, so quickly and well!"
"My girl, it seems that the soil and water in our home are good for us. Look how much stronger you have become!"
Qiao Qiao followed the hoe and spread fertilizer, grunting and sticking out her tongue at Song Sancheng: "Dad doesn't know how to farm, he's so slow!"
Song Sancheng also snorted and laughed: "It's enough that I'm better at growing corn than you."
"Qiao Qiao, stop following your sister and just spread the seeds one line at a time."
He has been so busy lately that he remembered it too late and now has missed the best season for fertilizing.
In addition, the rain seemed to have arrived a long time earlier than predicted, so it was too late to dig the soil.
All I can say is, dig as much as you can, and just scatter the rest on the soil surface.
Turning his head to look at the tea garden, Song Sancheng couldn't help but sigh again: "If we pick tea leaves carefully from these four or five acres, we can pick more than 100 kilograms of dry tea by the end of the spring tea season."
"But there are so many things to do in the early spring that I don't have time to do it. What a pity."