"What kiwi fruit?"
Wulan asked, "Is it the wild carambola from the mountains? It's not even as big as a ping-pong ball, and you have to cover it when you eat it, which is very troublesome."
"Besides, this thing is not cooked when it's not ripe. It will be hard no matter how you bump it. If you don't eat it after two days of being ripe, it will become rotten."
She has eaten kiwis on the market, but she has never eaten the exotic kiwi fruit. She just has a general idea of it and thinks it should look similar.
Zhang Yanping wanted to explain that they were not the same thing, and the fruits you get now are sweet.
However, he was a fruit seller, not a fruit grower, so he had no idea how to harvest the fruits, so he simply put them aside.
"What about pomegranates? Pomegranates are good. They can be stored for a long time. When they are ripe, good pomegranates can be sold for 20 yuan per pound."
Wu Lan nodded and said, "Pomegranates are fine. When pomegranates bloom, they are bright red and very beautiful! Can the people who sell fruit seedlings give us some guidance?"
"The pomegranates outside our house are crooked and not tasty, so he has to teach us.
Zhang Yanping thought for a moment and said, "Or I can grow peaches. The high-end Lake View peaches in my circle of friends this year are more than 40 yuan per pound!"
"This thing is just soft and rotten. We have to be careful when transporting it out."
But he became more and more excited as he spoke: "Tan Tan, after your family farm gets the qualifications and certificates, and you open an online store here, I will be your customer service representative!"
"I guarantee that all damaged orders will be handled properly for you."
As long as he doesn't have to work in the fields, he can go online and compete with others for three days and three nights!
It’s also okay to be a caring sister.
"Four hundred and fifty-one kilograms? Can these peaches be sold at such a high price?"
Wulan said with some emotion:
"There are only a few peach trees left in the village. There were two peach trees by the pond when you were a kid. The fruits were green and ripened in June and July. They were small. They tasted sweet, a little sour, a little bitter, and the core was red. It was so delicious."
Later, when the pond was being repaired, the two peach trees were cut down, and I haven't heard of anyone planting them again in the surrounding area.
At most there were two May peach trees left, and no one was taking care of them, so they tasted bland.
Wu Lan was more and more emotional as she spoke: "Life is better now, but food is not as tasty as before. The peaches I bought last year were only two yuan a pound, and they were just that cheap. Now I don't even like to eat them."
This description made Zhang Yanping, who was already tired after working for half a day, instantly salivate.
He thought about it and came up with an idea:
"Aunt, if you're talking about a peach that looks a bit like Taotao, I actually know one."
He flipped through the pictures and said, "Look, it's still green when ripe, with a little red at the end at most. It tastes crispy and sweet, not sour or bitter, but it has that peach flavor."
"It is durable in storage and transportation. It can be kept in the refrigerator for a month or so."
He handed over the phone, and I saw a green peach the size of a fist, with just a little red at the end, and a pointed beak like a curved hook on top of the peach.
"Hawk-billed peach."
"This was sold online last year. I think it was ten yuan per pound. People said it tasted like the hairy peaches we had when we were kids."
"Planting peach trees, aunt, you guys know how to do it, right? Then you can listen to the guidance of professionals and it will be pretty easy."
Song Sancheng happened to come back from outside. When he heard about peaches, he subconsciously asked, "Are you going to plant peach trees in the back hills?"
"That's fine. We all grow peach trees here, so it won't go wrong. I just don't know if they'll sell well... Aren't cherries, blueberries, and strawberries popular among young people these days?"
Zhang Yanping thought: With the taste of your food, do you still have trouble selling it
Anyway, he looked over with anticipation:
"Tan Tan, farming is a big deal. You can't just throw tens of thousands of dollars into buying saplings. Why don't I look up some information this afternoon so we can be absolutely sure!"
Song Tan also smiled gently: "Brother Yanping, there is no such thing as a foolproof way of farming. We can only learn more, listen more, watch more, and practice seriously - but your kindness cannot be wasted... How about this, you work as usual in the afternoon, and come back to check the information in the evening. You can't just take up your transformation time for nothing."
Zhang Yanping: …
He threw down the rake in his hand, and then pulled down his collar: "Tan Tan, it's April, and I'm still wearing a straw hat! Just look at what my skin color has become after these two days of torture."
Actually, there is not much contrast. It was only two days of rain, so what kind of sun exposure can it produce? It's just a little bit of conflicting colors.
Qiao Qiao smiled proudly: "Brother, you are tanned. Qiao Qiao is not afraid of the sun."
That is, no matter how much this silly boy is exposed to the sun, his skin will at most turn red and peel off, but he won't get tanned. So what can we do
Zhang Yanping was isolated and helpless. Seeing that the main force had returned, he had no choice but to wash his hands and prepare for dinner with resentment.
There were eleven people sitting around a lively table, all eating from a large pot of stir-fried pork with astragalus in the center without even raising their heads.
Wulan next to him was not stingy and had prepared stewed pork ribs and meat. But judging from the way everyone ate these two days, no one touched the remaining portion of the Chinese milk vetch until it was finished.
Song Sancheng handed a bottle of beer to each person attentively. Few men in the village would not drink a few glasses of beer while working. He also ordered a bottle for himself and then said:
"Ban Li, I have to go out for something this afternoon, so I won't go to the mountains yet. You can take care of everything first."
The man named Banli’s surname is Zhou. He is a cousin of Zhou Maozhu, who roasts tea leaves. He is now in his forties or fifties.
Hearing this, he nodded: "Okay. It's just cleaning up the mountain, what's the big deal? You should go and do your own thing."
After that, he casually asked, "What are you doing?"
Song Sancheng sighed.
"It's the one on the uphill corner behind our mountain, next to the Daqiao Village next door. Do you know it? My family and I had a wedding ceremony there before. I heard his family call this morning and they said the old lady had passed away."
As for the villagers, they are all related to each other. When he said this, everyone at the table reacted:
"Oh, that guy! That guy is not that guy... The guy's name is Zhang Wangjia, right? I remember he seemed to have a limp."
"Yes."
Someone nearby replied, "It's just a little bit. It doesn't affect work. He's very efficient. Look, he has two sons and a daughter. His daughter seems to have married in town, and his sons are all in the city."
We are all about the same age, and talking about the topic of birth, aging, illness and death is a bit sad. I couldn't help but ask curiously:
"But I remember that the couple were in good health. How come they suddenly passed away?"
Song Sancheng was also puzzled: "I heard a few days ago that Mrs. Zhang accidentally fell down and broke her leg or something."
"I was thinking about going to the town hospital to have a look some time ago, but I don't know what happened to this sudden news."