Faced with Boss Qian's trump cards being revealed, Song Tan on the opposite side didn't cherish it and just dismissed him casually: "No, I told you earlier, the production of watermelons cannot keep up, and they are transported far and there are cracks on the road.
If there is no risk, just sell in the local market.”
"You'd better take a look at the peach first."
Peach? With the watermelon in hand, who will remember the peach now?
Boss Wang was thinking and ecstatic at the same time, and the few remaining brain cells were quickly washed away by the watermelon juice. The two old men were holding the watermelon, piece by piece, snoring, and they were eating it.
Face full of flowers.
In the old stainless steel basin in front of me, a layer of melon rinds quickly piled up.
On the other hand, Song Tan and the others still look much more polite now because they eat it every day.
With 20 pounds of watermelon, everyone felt so full that they didn’t want to eat anymore.
Boss Qian and Boss Wang didn't stop the brakes either, and their bellies were bulging before they even started eating.
Only the seventh cousin was old and could restrain himself very well. Now he asked: "Do you still want to eat the food?"
Boss Wang waved his hand and originally wanted to say he wouldn't eat, but he saw that Boss Qian was acting like he hadn't eaten in 800 years and kept saying:
"Eat eat eat!"
In the darkness, no one could notice that the seventh cousin glanced at Song Tan - this girl is so clever!
When cooking, you have to cook a little, and you are not asked to cook more, so you just made sure to use watermelon as a prevarication, right?
then--
In the dark night of the power outage, a flashlight stood in the middle of the dining table, illuminating the white latex paint above the head and the surrounding walls, reflecting a hazy light.
Everyone was snoring under the dim light, and Boss Wang's belt was loose and loose as he ate. In the end, even when he was sitting there, he had to tilt his neck slightly, and then reluctantly put down his chopsticks.
"I'm full, I'm full..."
And Song Tan asked enthusiastically: "Would you like to see peaches?"
"Don't watch anymore, don't watch anymore..."
Boss Qian really doesn’t have the energy anymore.
He originally arranged for the driver to come over at night to transport the peaches, but he didn't expect that the live broadcast would sell so many. There wasn't much inventory here at all, so he had to ask him to come back tomorrow.
At this moment, the two elders could only look at Song Tan helplessly: "Look... can you arrange a place for us to live?"
Song Tan thought for a while: "I do have two empty rooms in this side room. If you don't mind, my grandfather's house also has a few old beds. I can pull them over for you and put them on two layers of mattresses so you can sleep on them."
"Okay, okay!"
Boss Qian is not that petite young master: "What kind of mattress do you want? Just a bed board will do. This old man is suitable for a hard board bed. If it doesn't work, you can get two straw mats to spread on the floor."
Then he looked at the dark night sky: "There is no air conditioning at night, so lying on the ground is still comfortable!"
Yes, there is no air conditioning at night.
Song Tan reacted immediately and became extremely enthusiastic:
"Okay, brother Yan Ping, take the straw mats that grandpa just made today and dismantle two new beds for the two bosses to sleep on!"
"okay!"
Zhang Yanping responded quickly!
The beauty of this straw mat can only be seen at night without air conditioning!
I hope the two bosses can be more sensible and discover the good things as soon as possible.
…
Early the next morning, the mountain became lively.
The villagers Wulan contacted last night have all gone up the mountain - picking peaches is not that tiring, and there are no technical requirements. Why can't it be 200 a day? Even the two transplanters couldn't wait to carry the baskets up the mountain after resting for the night.
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Although the melons and vines on the ground really affect efficiency, they don't calculate wages based on God!
Everyone was chatting lively and picking things with their hands, and the whole mountain village seemed to be lively again.
Party Secretary Xiao Zhu was going to the city today. He took a look before leaving and couldn't help but sigh: "Tell me, if the remaining two to three hundred acres of mountains are planted with peaches next year, our village will be so lively!"
Song Tan waved his hands repeatedly: "That's not okay. I'm not doing this just to make money."
There are really too few varieties that can be eaten at home, so we need to develop more new flavors first.
Party Secretary Xiao Zhu never expected that someone would spend huge sums of money to buy so much land. The first thing she wanted to do was to improve the taste of the regular meals at home. She only thought she had other plans...
Therefore, he encouraged: "Diversity is better! The ability to resist risks is also strong, and the labor force should be dispersed as much as possible so that we will not be in a hurry all the time. Come on! Strive for balance throughout the year!"
After Party Secretary Xiao Zhu left, Boss Qian and Boss Wang went up the mountain in high spirits.
Although they couldn't take a shower last night due to the power outage, the two of them simply wiped themselves and lay on the green straw mat. What should I say?
It's like sleeping on the green grass in spring, with the soft wind blowing slightly, and the breath of green grass wrapping around the whole body, and the whole person seems to be back to the carefree youth.
When I wake up in the morning, I look at the green color of the straw mat again...
What else is there to say?
Boss Wang is much more domineering than Boss Qian: "This is just this straw mat! Roll it up for me, I will take it back to sleep today!"
Boss Qian, on the other hand, was confident: "Don't rush, don't rush, I still have to keep an eye on the goods - Lao Wang, when the time comes, you follow the car and leave first."
Boss Wang was surprised: "Why do I listen to you, as if I have already reserved the garden?"
Boss Qian smiled and said, "Was the watermelon delicious yesterday?"
of course?
"tasty!"
"I tell you, as delicious as watermelons are, peaches are just as delicious! Walk, walk, go up the mountain."
No, the two of them went up the mountain, and Boss Wang's eyes were still glued to the big watermelon in the field. Anyone who stepped on a melon leaf while picking peaches would shudder with distress.
Then he wandered around the mountain, looking at the scattered small and large watermelons, and his eyes could not help but reveal heartache:
"Just this kind of melon, if sold in your place, the price can't be raised. Don't you think it's a waste?"
"good."
Song Tan's requirements are not that high: "Look at the peach grove, the lighting is not that good, this is not sandy land, and the taste of the watermelon is not at its best yet. Let's just sell it casually this year."
That’s all there is anyway.
Boss Qian had already picked the peach and was planning to rub it on his clothes - oh, there was a power outage yesterday, but the clothes were still the same.
Forget it, it’s Miata’s fault.
He turned around and looked around, and found a bright red bucket beside the garden. He quickly put the peaches in and washed them.
Then when he raised his head, the king was squatting beside the bucket, looking at himself with bright eyes.
Boss Qian must have been a little nervous about such a big dog, but when he thought about the way the dog ate peaches yesterday, he wasn't so scared anymore.
Instead, he joked: "Your Majesty, right? Do you want to eat peaches today? Wait, if there is any damage, I will give you one!"
But after he finished speaking, he saw that the king was still staring at him, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
Simply hand the peach to Boss Wang, watch him bite it, and ask: "How does it feel? Is the peach delicious?"
Boss Wang chewed silently, his expression already serious.
The next moment, the two decisively walked aside to discuss in detail.
Song Tan came over and touched the king's head distressedly: "Good boy, good king, I didn't deliberately wash the peaches with the water you drank... Oh, it's all peach hair. I'll give it to you later."
