After working on the gossip for two hours, Brother Zhang finally put tape on all the small express boxes he brought, turning them from flat pieces of paper into small square boxes. They are now piled in the corner of the yard.
, so spectacular, a lot of them.
Then the next step is to put the sorghum in the transparent plastic packaging boxes one by one, seal the boxes and put the labels on them and take them away...
"etc!"
He suddenly reacted: "Why hasn't my machine produced an order for a long time? Didn't you print it?"
Zhang Yanping was confused for a moment: "Don't you have an order?"
It shouldn't be... He looked at the computer and thought about it, then stood up slowly: "I'm sorry, I forgot to put it on the shelf."
In short, sales haven't started yet.
Brother Zhang:......
Zhang Yanping was not nervous: "It's only 4:00 now, it's still early, so don't worry if you wait for a minute."
Then he shouted: "Jojo! Jojo!"
Song Tan was lying on the recliner, swaying like an uncle. When he heard the noise, he crossed his legs and said, "Qiao Qiao is in the sweet potato field. Go find him there."
Ah, sweet potatoes!
Zhang Yanping immediately drooled and said to Brother Zhang: "Are you tired of posting boxes? Sit down and take a rest. I'll ask Qiao Qiao to shout in the live broadcast room. Don't worry, they will definitely be sold out in ten minutes!"
At the same time, she moved the notebook closer to him: "If you want to see that it is sold out, just click here to ship and print the express delivery receipt."
At this moment, the dark and burly man put his cell phone in his pocket, searched around the yard twice, then touched a paring knife and walked away aggressively. His posture didn't look like he was going to eat sweet potatoes, but he was going to stab someone!
No, I brought the murder weapon with me!
Brother Zhang had something in his mouth that he wanted to say but didn't say it out: But didn't you show off before that you could sell out the goods in ten minutes without any advance notice?
…
And here, Zhang Yanping gathered his coat while going up the mountain - it was cold in the mountains, and the temperature had dropped before the sun set.
As he climbed up the mountain, he could vaguely hear the voices of old men and women on the mountain, and he couldn't help but sigh:
"It would be great if I could have a life like this when I retire."
What kind of day?
Even though they were in their 70s and 80s, seeing that there was not much work to do in the old Song family, they were stunned and refused to leave, so they stayed in the factory to clean. They did not do the cleaning half-heartedly, but several people worked together to tidy up one room at a time.
That’s called clean!
Why are you so enthusiastic?
Just for the cafeteria!
They are old, and many of them are not good at using electrical appliances. They only know how to burn wood stoves, cook cold pots and cook stoves when they go home, and even cook a few noodles without killing anyone...
Who would be happy?
Why not come here and chat with each other, work, not feel tired, and still have food to eat.
It's strange to say that people are strange. When they didn't work in Lao Song's house before, they would not be willing to go even if someone came to invite them to eat, for fear of offending others.
It's better now. Everyone's mentality has changed inexplicably. No one is inviting us, so we can't help but stay here.
In short, Chef Jiang, who makes the rice extremely delicious, also has a major responsibility.
A group of people were busy, and Song Youde shouted: "No one is locked even if the door is locked, and the factory is not dirty at all. You guys have to eat two kilograms of my rice in one meal!"
The old ladies were not happy: "Look at you, you are not a particular man, aren't you? I will clean up your big yard, won't you have to dry the rice tomorrow? How convenient."
"That's right! If you really think our work is boring, let us go to your wheat field and I will pull the tares for you."
"Song Youde, I will cut the rice for you next year, so don't hire a machine."
"Go, go, go!" Song Youde didn't dare: "Everyone's eyesight is dim, I'm afraid you'll tear off my wheat seedlings..."
As for not hiring machines next year? Let’s talk about it next year! In early summer, there were still strong laborers in the village who could cut rice, but this autumn, it’s their turn to build fermentation tanks.
The cost of cutting with this machine is the same as that of labor, and only one speed is required. As long as the weather is not bad, any machine can be used!
The factory was bustling with laughter and laughter. Not far away, at the dormitory construction site, workers drinking water also looked expectantly:
"I don't know what to eat tonight?"
…
How could Zhang Yanping not be greedy for such a lively scene? He wondered if the retirement canteen should be of this level, what kind of organization couldn't he work until he was old?
After standing on the hillside and listening quietly for a while, he walked along the other side to the sweet potato field below.
Two tricycles were parked on the roadside, and the straw that had just been harvested from the factory today was thoughtfully spread underneath. The mobile phone was placed there. Zhang Yanping went over to take a look and found that the live broadcast was indeed on.
It's just that the anchor obviously forgot again. Now he is walking away with his hoe, and the barrage is numb.
Meanwhile, Qiao Qiao and Song Sancheng, Ulan, were in the sweet potato field. The two men gently waved their hoes, and Ulan held a basket in his hand, muttering twice at the same time:
"Be careful, be careful, look, this sweet potato is broken again - oh, how beautiful this sweet potato is! You dug up a long strip!"
The injured sweet potatoes could not be stored, which made Wu Lanke feel distressed. You must know that they also have the God of Wealth, Boss Changbao, and he is willing to take these sweet potatoes at 40 per pound!
It's a pity that Tantan said that there is not much planted this year, so she can keep it for herself - well, for her to say, this is quite a lot, almost two acres of land, with red and white skins added together, two acres of land will cost tens of thousands of dollars.
What a pound!
The cellar must be filled!
"Auntie!" Zhang Yanping called her from the roadside, his tone was very sweet, but his person was very fierce. Ulan couldn't help but turn his head:
Forget it, just keep it.
Three large bowls of food at home is too much!
Zhang Yanping, who knew nothing about it, could still remember the mission he was tasked with. He just took out a white sweet potato stained with soil from the truck bed and said loudly:
"I'll eat one first!"
Probably because they knew each other too well, Ulan roared again when they were still far away:
"Eat from the basket on the floor!"
Zhang Yanping looked down and found the basket on the other side of the car. Then he silently put the sweet potatoes back in his hands, squatted down and picked one with the top cut off.
Now that the sweet potatoes have been selected, do they need to be washed?
He still had a paring knife in his pocket, but he could look at a group of ducks swimming happily in the pond in front of him, as well as two "gooses" called Dabai and Goose Girl who pricked from time to time, and the water plants in the middle.
Flying duck feathers...
He turned around decisively, took two steps up the slope, and came to the edge of the ditch that had been repaired in the summer:
"Come to the live broadcast room, veterans, let's eat and broadcast a sweet potato now - and then look at our environment, this newly built canal! This water comes from the spring on the top of the mountain, it's clear and bright!"
As for the fact that the spring was drilled out from the beginning, it goes without saying.
He put the sweet potato in front of the camera for a close-up, and then changed the live broadcast angle:
