The red-haired aunt's ability to carry goods is truly second to none.
Under her leadership, old customers would ask for three or five kilograms at will, while new customers would hesitate to take one or two kilograms.
So, when another group of customers took the time to come over after seeing the news, they discovered that——
"I'm only half an hour late, why are they gone?"
"That's right, didn't you say that everyone doesn't like to eat purple milkvetch today and won't buy it?"
"That's right! I just came here after hesitating for a long time. I originally planned to buy just one pound to try it, as a way to support the boss!"
Song Tan:???
Are there still such crazy comments in the group?
She quickly turned on her phone, and sure enough, many familiar avatars were talking about the unpopularity of Ziyun Ying, as if the business could no longer continue.
But when I clicked on WeChat to collect money, several people scanned the QR code to pay 180 yuan.
Song Tan:...There are so many tricks in the world!
The customers also reacted, looking at her empty basket with tears in their eyes. Finally, their eyes moved to the cold milk vetch in Qiao Qiao's hand that had not yet been tasted, ready to make a move:
"What is this?"
Song Tan simply handed over the disposable chopsticks: "This is the unpopular milk vetch."
Several customers took a reserved taste with complicated emotions, and instantly burst into tears——
"Next time I believe they lie to me, I will be a puppy!"
Qiaoqiao's eyes lit up: "Woof woof woof!!!"
Everyone was so stimulated that they had no choice but to finish the rest of the dishes with tears in their eyes, and then agreed to do a big shopping spree tomorrow morning, and then reluctantly left.
Song Tan: ...That's not the case.
As soon as they left, Song Tan quickly looked at the small basket of milkvetch on the back seat of the car: "Let's go, Qiao Qiao, to the express station."
I replied to the person from out of town that I had to send it to him.
…
Back home, Song Tan counted the money collected today and found that the total amount was another two thousand yuan. He had received it without picking more today.
Ulan has gone from being in a daze to now accepting it calmly, and even started to plan the field:
"If you want to make money from this, don't feed cows or 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 must be tidied up."
"What's more, milkvetch grows very fast. With so much land, we can't sell it all, so 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 gloomy sky that looked like it was about to rain: "Dad, what are you doing?"
Song Sancheng replied: "I'm going to dig a tea garden. When I went to the mountain that day, I found that the tea gardens at our house have begun to bud. The old leaves are green and shiny. I might as well apply some nitrogen fertilizer before it rains."
When fertilizing tea gardens, it is generally necessary to dig a shallow layer of the land before it rains and sprinkle the fertilizer on it.
This way, when the rainwater falls, it will be easy to absorb without burning the seedlings.
He said with a bit of secret joy: "I think our earth spirits will taste better this year. We might as well pick more tea leaves, it will definitely taste good too!"
When 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, as the Internet developed and marketing became more and more powerful, there was no market for tea with no brand like theirs.
So everyone just left a few acres of tea gardens without taking care of it and just drank it by themselves every year. If you really want to make money, go out and 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 keep someone at home every year.
Naturally, it takes more time to take care of the fields at home.
The moisture in the air is getting heavier and heavier, and there will definitely be another spring rain in the evening. Song Tan thinks of the slightly bitter but sweet taste of the tea leaves in his hometown, and he can't help but feel excited.
At this moment, he turned around and took a hoe: "Dad, let's do it together."
Song Sancheng deliberately stopped him: "This kind of hard work is for a girl like you..."
But when I turned around and thought about how hard-working a girl I was, carrying two large baskets at a time effortlessly, I couldn't help but fell silent again.
After thinking about it, he simply called his son: "Qiaoqiao, let's go to farm!"
Qiaoqiao rushed out: "Are you going to plant corn?"
…
Tea Mountain is still quite far away from home.
You need to go around from the front to the back mountain, then climb the path of the back mountain, and then to the other side of the back mountain before you can see the vast tea gardens.
Of course, a 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 spring cold is not too cold. In previous years, there would be snow at this time, and the tea leaves would most likely be frozen."
As he spoke, he waved the hoe and started digging trenches.
Song Tan really has no experience in fertilizing, so now he wants to learn from others and just start digging.
As he raised his hands and feet, a trace of spiritual energy was wrapped around the Long tea leaves on the left and right, row by row, column by column...
The sky is getting darker and gloomier, as if it will rain soon.
Song Sancheng looked at the large area of land that he had quickly dug shallowly, and then looked at the place where Qiao Qiao had carefully spread it, and couldn't help but be shocked——
"It digs so quickly!"
It turns out that this tea garden took a long time. If he waited until October to apply base fertilizer and dug deep trenches, it would take him more than a week!
But it's only been more than an hour now, and it's already a big deal - even if it only requires a shallow dig without much force, it's not that efficient, right?
The experienced farmer couldn’t help but wonder:
"I've eaten a lot during this period. Is it because I'm in good health? Why do I feel more energetic the more I work?"
Song Tan remained silent, pretending that it had nothing to do with the aura he had radiated.
Song Sancheng didn't think about her head at all. He just looked at the place where she dug and expressed surprise at the overly flexible hoe——
"Oh! You are really a farmer! Look at what you do, it's so fast and good!"
"Daughter, it seems that our family is still nourished by the environment. Look how much stronger you are!"
Qiao Qiao hummed and spread fertilizer behind the hoe, while sticking out her tongue at Song Sancheng: "Dad doesn't know how to farm, so slow!"
Song Sancheng also laughed: "I can grow corn better than you."
"Qiaoqiao, don't follow your sister, just spread out line by line."
He had been so busy recently that he remembered it too late, and now he had missed the best season for fertilizing.
In addition, it seemed that the rain had arrived half a day earlier than the forecast, so it was too late to dig further.
All I can say is, dig as much as you can and just sprinkle the rest directly on the soil surface.
Turning to look at the tea garden, Song Sancheng couldn't help but sigh again: "If we pick these four or five acres of tea carefully, we will be able to pick a hundred pounds of dry tea by the end of the spring tea."
"But there are so many things to do in spring, and I don't have time to do them. It's a pity."