Wulan is very skillful and has mastered the art of time management without any guidance.
Boil all the bottles to sterilize before meals, keep the remaining fire, and slowly dry them with a grate.
At the end of the meal, the bottle was dry and crystal clear.
This is a hexagonal glass bottle that Song Tan bought when he was selling vegetables. It is not expensive, two yuan each at wholesale price. One is 500 milliliters, which is enough to hold about a pound of honey.
Perhaps the results of Qiao Qiao's labor were particularly gratifying. The four members of the family joined in the work. Song Sancheng carried the bucket, Wu Lan set up the filter underneath, and there was another layer of filter underneath the filter.
Song Tan was responsible for using the clean tongs to fiddle with the honey so that it could be filtered out as quickly as possible.
Qiao Qiao squatted at the bottom and was responsible for bottling the honey.
The family workshop assembly line has apparently begun to take shape.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Is Song Tan here?"
The voice was very recognizable, and Song Tan didn't even stop playing: "I'm here, come in."
Sure enough, the person who walked in was their young village party secretary—Zhu Jun.
Zhu Jun was pleasantly surprised when he entered the yard: "I can smell the honey from a long distance away, it smells so good!"
"Aunt Wu, do you sell your honey? Give me two bottles."
Wu Lan looked at Song Tan subconsciously.
According to the price of honey in their village, one pound is fifty to one hundred. But now it is in Tan Tan's hands, how can we be sure
Song Tan didn't even raise his head and said, "Not for sale. Someone has reserved it."
Zhu Jun burst out laughing and said, "It's okay. I have saved a lot of money. I can accept the high price. Just tell me first."
Obviously, he knows how to get rejected.
In fact, Song Tan hadn't made up his mind yet. The work at hand was not very urgent at the moment, so he took out the whiskey, found a cup of water, rinsed the whiskey in it, and then tasted it.
Then he tasted it again.
"This is cheap, maybe one thousand per pound."
Zhu Jun covered his chest at that time.
But she obviously had some money, and hesitated for a moment: "Well, I came here specially, pour me a glass of honey water to try, is that not too much?"
"I heard that our tea is also very good. Can I try it?"
Song Tan raised his eyebrows slightly, and agreed readily in front of Wu Lan and Song Sancheng's heartbroken eyes: "Okay."
The man was not shy and just found a chair with an armchair in the yard and sat down.
Wulan happened to have a screen that could hold the bag open, so she hurried into the house to find a cup:
"I'll pour it for you, I'll pour it for you."
Honey water has to be mixed with warm water. The water in the tea bottle is boiled after picking tea in the evening. It is still a little too hot now, so let it cool for a while.
The tea is just right for brewing.
The courtyard is wide and the breeze is gentle, making the tea fragrance drift away slowly. Although it is not as refreshing as being in a closed room, it is precisely this extremely refreshing feeling that makes Zhu Jun's eyes light up.
"How much is the tea? Give me two kilograms too."
Wu Lan paused at that moment, thinking, why is her daughter so straightforward? She must know that the village party secretary is rich!
Don’t even mention that this young man has some family assets!
As for whether the money was obtained through other channels, Ulan didn't believe it.
Because their village is so poor, the previous party secretary... well, that's simply unspeakable.
Although this girl is young and runs around a lot, she has actually accomplished quite a few practical things and everyone likes her very much.
Since it was a customer's request, Song Tan would naturally not let go of the money he was making, so he nodded and said, "Okay, my mom has asked a few aunts to come and help you choose tonight. If you're in a hurry, I'll deliver it to you at night. If you're not in a hurry, come and get it tomorrow."
After thinking for a while, he asked again: "You don't want a gift box?"
People who practice Taoism are indifferent to material things. It’s not that she is unwilling to spend money, but she thinks there is no need to waste it.
Zhu Jun thought for a moment and said, "Just seal it in plastic and put it in a tea box."
Song Tan nodded.
"As for the honey, it's freshly filtered. Which bottle do you want? Pick your own."
Zhu Jun looked at the crystal clear and tempting honey with a little curiosity: "Is this Chinese Milkvetch honey?"
"Your bees are really capable. I saw them collecting honey two days ago, and they started shaking today."
Qiao Qiao raised her head: "I shook it."
"Oh, that's good."
Zhu Jun looked at him with a smile and took out a few chocolates from his pocket: "Qiao Qiao, the chewing gum you gave me last time was very delicious. I also brought you some chocolates."
Jojo what a surprise!
He hasn’t received this kind of gift for a long time since his friends grew up!
If he didn't have the important task of picking up the honey right now, he would have probably run over here in a hurry.
Song Tan looked at Zhu Jun's style of doing things: This social king in the world, how could he not be popular wherever he went
She asked, "What's the matter with you coming here?"
It's not like you're just sitting around doing nothing.
I wish you to ponder for a while:
"Yes, indeed. Song Tan, do you know that our country is now vigorously promoting a rural revitalization plan?"
Song Tan nodded: "I've heard of it, but I don't know much about it."
What she said was true. After all, it had only been a month, and she hadn't even figured out her own land, so there was no time to understand the specific policies.
Zhu Jun laughed again: "It's OK as long as you understand it. I know you must have read a large file and didn't read it carefully."
"I came here tonight just to tell you about it."
"This rural revitalization plan will be of great benefit to your family."
"First of all, if you want to open an online store, you can apply to our village office and start a family farm."
"This way, you can apply for tax exemption online with just one click, and you don't have to pay value-added tax, land use tax, or deed tax."
"And our agricultural electricity will also be subsidized by 60 percent."
"Secondly, the country encourages local farmers or returning youth to start businesses, and you have taken up another opportunity."
"Furthermore, banks will give you the green light for loans."
As soon as these words were spoken, Wu Lan and Song Sancheng shook their heads: "No, no, no, no loan! Let's just leave it like this, it's fine."
The villagers were very reluctant to take out loans, and Zhu Jun understood that. He did not force them at this moment, but simply changed the subject:
"Is your land enough for this year?"
Why isn't that enough? There are so many.
Wu Lan didn't quite understand, but Song Tan seemed to be thinking about something.
Her original intention of returning home was actually to satisfy her appetite, but for now, staple foods, vegetables, meat and drinks would partially satisfy her future needs.
But fruit... there was still no sign of it.
The reason is simple: there are not enough mountains.
Their forest is actually quite compact, and the chestnut forest behind the tea garden almost makes up the entire mountain.
But there is no plan to make any major changes in the back mountain.
Because the trees on the mountain are growing well, firewood is needed for the family to keep warm every winter. Song Tan doesn't want to touch it unless it is necessary.
Zhu Jun also agreed with a smile: "Yes, our Yunqiao Village has few people, a lot of land and many mountains."
However, this amount seems to be a lot when no one is planting, but once it starts, it will be difficult to scale up.