Song Tan knew that the yield of vegetables in his own field would never be low, so he nodded:
"When the vegetables in the fields mature in large quantities, we will definitely have to find someone to buy them."
Otherwise, I would go to the vegetable market every day and I wouldn’t have the time or energy.
Working from morning to night, it is definitely no problem to produce a thousand kilograms of dishes. But the problem is that there is a lot of work at home. Now, doing it every other day is already the limit.
As for the price...
"The same price, twenty yuan per catty, buy one hundred catties and get one catty free."
Vegetable vendor:......
Wholesale, but not complete wholesale.
He endured it for a while, and then asked out loud: "If you are like this, what is the difference between wholesale and our retail purchases?"
"It's all the same."
Song Tan said confidently: "It's still how I pick, how it's delivered, how it's delivered, and my costs haven't been reduced..."
As for whether there will be no vendors to buy it - just kidding, the taste of this dish, you can go to any star hotel and charge 200 yuan a pound.
If someone could say no after trying it, Song Tan would respect him as a man.
The vegetable seller swallowed a mouthful of old blood, and now he stopped thinking about helping. He just took his bag of bamboo shoots and sat back on the pony in the stall.
But he sat there thinking for a long time, and finally walked over angrily:
"Then I'll wholesale for twenty yuan a pound, and I'll have the final say on the market price. Do you think that's okay?"
"Stop wholesale."
Song Tan said sincerely:
“Although my family doesn’t have much land, I know the quality. I come to the market to sell vegetables, not to mention that I don’t want to make money, but just to let everyone eat well...
"Honestly speaking, is twenty yuan cheap compared to the quality of my food?"
"If I wholesale it to you, I won't be able to make a small difference in price. Secondly, everyone is familiar with the price of my food. If you want to increase the price, maybe you will make a fuss?"
Why bother?
But I guard the God of Wealth every day, and eventually I have to go back and stare at my ordinary little stall... Who will make up for this gap?
The vegetable seller looked at her resentfully: "Sister, last time I told you about renting a stall in the vegetable market, have you thought about it?"
Song Tan pondered: "It seems there is no need..."
After saying this, before I could expand on it, the vegetable vendor next door hurriedly said:
"If you don't wholesale, you won't wholesale. If you rent a stall, you will have a fixed place to build a reputation in the future."
"Your products are good, and everyone in the vegetable market has vaguely heard about them. In the past few days, someone has set up a stall at your place early in the morning, and the sales are good."
"It's obvious that they are trying to improve your reputation. It's not cost-effective for repeat customers to be fooled and to make you angry."
He said sincerely: "The stalls in this vegetable market are really cheap, but they are a bit crowded. If you have connections, you can go to a stable place and spend a small amount of money. It's really worth it."
"No matter how many vegetables you want to sell every day, I'll drive there and sell them for you!"
"It's your stall. Leave a small space for me on the side. I'll sell the vegetables I wholesale, okay?"
"Don't worry, I won't take away your reputation 100%. I will put the price on it when the time comes, and you can come and check it at any time."
Song Tan wondered: "I think it's good for you to set up a stall here. It's cost-effective. You can leave after you sell out every day. You don't have to have a stall, right?"
Just as he was talking, he suddenly felt a chill on the tip of his nose. He looked up and saw that the curtain of spring rain had already opened.
The misty rain fell gently, and the vegetable vendor wiped the tips of his wet hair and showed her the wet palms:
"You see, besides being poor, this is also the reason."
"I'm getting older, and I don't want to be exposed to the sun, rain, and cold wind here anymore."
This is really doable.
Song Tan had also taken a good look at this vegetable seller's character during this period. He didn't say how noble he was, but what he said was indeed true.
And as her family’s vegetable garden becomes more and more demanding, she can no longer drive to the city to set up a stall every day.
But Song Tan was not willing to package all the vegetables to wholesalers.
But what the vegetable seller said really moved her.
"It's just..." Song Tan smiled bitterly: "You have been setting up stalls for so long without waiting for a stall. How can I set it up all at once?"
"But I quite agree with your idea. If there is a place, we can discuss it.
While chatting, he sold all the few bamboo shoots in the carriage.
At this moment, I saw a familiar face looking around and approaching like a thief:
"Xiao Song, my ten catties of bamboo shoots."
Here he quickly scanned the QR code to pay the bill, while here he stretched out his hand and waited to receive his big bag.
Song Tan couldn't help but laugh.
"Zhu Suo, are you okay?"
The person who came was the director of the police station where she was arrested last time.
That unprovoked arrest was an unexpected fortune for Song Tan, but for the entire police station, it was simply unbearable to look back.
I only caught the wrong one once!
Every wallet was taken out, and it was silkier than that old washboard.
Buying tea is heartbreaking enough, but at least you can comfort yourself: spending such a big sum of money can last you a long time.
Unexpectedly, everyone saw the grand scene of the vegetable market. Starting from the last wave of milkvetch, everyone came at different times every time, and they were like thieves when buying vegetables.
Zhu Suo held the bag in his hand and smiled bitterly: "You can't be careful! The last time Xiao Wu bought five kilograms of milk vetch from you, he didn't hide any of them, so he had to share them with everyone.
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"You said this dish is so expensive. If even one piece of this bamboo shoot husk falls off, I will feel distressed for a long time. But we can't let those guys know about it."
Song Tan held back her laughter, lowered her voice, and said with the same attitude of a thief:
"Zhu Suo, you'd better leave quickly. I see that little brother Zhou in your institute has walked to the fruit stand now."
"Is this considered fishing at work?"
Who has time to talk about fishing?
Zhu Suo's heart trembled, and he carried a ten-pound plastic bag around and started a rigorous anti-tracking drill in this familiar vegetable market that looked like his doorstep.
Xiao Zhou came over quickly and secretly.
"Xiao Song, weigh me three pounds."
Then he handed out another red note: "The unit is full of animals!"
"Also, Zhou Suo is so cunning. He bought it on the sly and made diced red oil bamboo shoots at home. When he went to work, he used a ziplock bag to seal a small package for himself - I just ate one and then finished it!"
Isn’t this bullying them because they can’t cook and are single?
Xiao Zhou said bitterly: "When I go home from rest, I will ask my mother to do it for me too!"
Of course, you have to keep an eye on it, otherwise the diced bamboo shoots with red oil might be ready but not in your mouth.
Song Tan couldn't help but show sympathy:
Her dishes are a little expensive but extremely delicious!
After touching the change that the vegetable vendor had just given her, she quickly pulled out forty yuan and handed it over.
If the plot requires it, arrange for people to touch a fish, but you won’t touch it in reality... Anyway, you know.
