The Wen family's faces turned red when they learned that the landlord was only willing to accept 200 yuan a bottle.
There is a feeling of judging a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart.
Wen Xiong has been in the business world for many years, and is accustomed to the idea of putting interests first, and has also seen various intrigues and intrigues.
In order to destroy another boss's business, one boss can even climb over the wall in the middle of the night and go to other people's factories to cause trouble secretly.
So he deliberately raised the price to 10,000, and played some tricks, thinking that the landlord would remember this good thing. Even if someone pays a high price to buy essential oils in the future, he can still sell himself two bottles to sleep well.
Mrs. Wen sighed: "It's just that we are too petty. They don't even want to make money from us."
"I'll call Lao Zhao and the others one by one. The landlord doesn't make any money from us, so let's send some business to the landlord." Wen Xiong said, taking out his mobile phone: "Old Zhao, haven't you been like me in the past six months?
Are you suffering from insomnia and can't sleep? I got a good thing recently, do you want to try it?"
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Xu Qingzhi went to the back mountain to see the plowed fields.
Originally, Xu Fuqiang wanted to spend money to rent a plow and plow the land himself. After all, he was the one who plowed out the land in the bayberry forest.
Wang Yanmei dragged him hard, "Okay, don't dig around for these hundreds of dollars. You haven't driven that thing for several years. It's a little steeper up here, but it's not the same as the bayberry forest below.
Same."
In the end, I listened to the real 'head of the family' and spent 500 yuan to hire someone to plow the land.
The Xu family has quite a lot of land. The sunny half of the back hill belongs to her family, as well as the few acres of land in front of the courtyard dam, the acres of land on the slopes, and other bits and pieces of land on the hills, plus
Several acres of paddy fields.
Grandpa’s family’s paddy field is no longer cultivated, and has been cultivated by the Xu family.
Taoshui Village has inconvenient transportation, and there are no direct buses. The buses from the county seat to the village stop at the previous village, Daji Village. The market on Mondays, Wednesdays, Saturdays, and Septembers is also held in Daji Village.<
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Many people from the older generation have gone to Daji Village, where life is more convenient.
Grandma always recalled to her that life was prosperous now. In the past, Taoshui Village was full of mountains, poor, and inconvenient to get in and out. No girl wanted to marry in. It was only after the country built a road that life became easier.
A little more.
This also means that the villages from Taoshui Village onwards are all mountainous with few people. In addition, most young people go to the city and have no idea of developing in the village, so everyone is allocated more mountainous areas.<
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Most people in the village don't care much about the mountains. Camellia oleifera trees are planted all over the mountains and fields, and they wait for the camellia oleifera seeds to be harvested every year to pick the oleifera seeds.
The person invited to plow the land this time was Uncle Zhong.
Uncle Zhong is an expert at plowing the fields in the village. He not only owns a plow, but also a harvester at home. Whenever someone in the village has ripe rice, he basically asks him for help. The rice is so crowded during the ripening period that he often has to wait for a while. In a short while, dozens of acres of land will be plowed, and mechanized operation is fast.
Xu Zhong got off the plow and Wang Yanmei paid him. Xu Fuqiang didn't smoke but he carried a pack with him and handed people cigarettes.
Xu Qingzhi politely called: "Uncle Zhong."
"Girl Qingzhi, I heard that you came back to grow vegetables and sell them?"
Xu Qingzhi smiled and nodded.
Xu Zhong had nothing to say to the young boy, he just talked casually and lit a cigarette after finishing his work.
Xu Qingzhi silently gave herself a shielding trick. She didn't like the smell of cigarettes very much.
"Fu Qiang, you are going to plant these dozens of acres of land after plowing it."
Xu Fuqiang said: "Plant some fruit trees as you like."
"It's July now, and it's hard to grow fruit trees. Hey, I heard you say before that the fruit seller is only willing to buy your bayberry at a low price. There are so many people picking fruits in your bayberry forest, so they all sell them to the fruit vendor.
?"
"No, Qingzhi's friend bought it."
In the village, most people like to ask around, and they don’t mean anything malicious.
But the necessary low-key is the essential guide for living in the village. If it is too high-key, it will easily lead to accidents.
Naturally, Xu Fuqiang would not tell the truth. If he said that someone from Kyoto specially came to buy his own bayberry at a high price, wouldn't he be asking for pink eye for himself?
Xu Qingzhi was not in the mood to listen to her father chatting with Uncle Zhong, and went back after watching the plowing.
When she went down the mountain, she met her grandpa, who was walking over carrying a fish on a dry straw.
Wen Shanshan moved faster than she did. She had already picked up the fish and threw it into the cement pond next to the yard.
Xu Dongru said urgently: "Qingzhi, Grandpa is here to tell you something."
"What's wrong?"
"Hurry up and check the fields to see if there are too many vegetables. Those who grow pumpkins in Bajia Village only have two or three pumpkins ripe in the fields, and they were stolen last night."
Wen Shanshan frowned: "There are actually people who steal pumpkins grown by others, so bad."
Wang Yanmei also came back, and overheard the conversation and said: "From all over the country, there are bound to be a few sneaky people. The pumpkin grower also advertises everywhere that he grows high-quality and delicious pumpkins, so he will be targeted by bad guys.
Okay."
Xu Dongru looked worried and said anxiously: "Yanmei, hurry up and see if there is any shortage of vegetables in our vegetable field."
He had just heard the gossip from the old lady of the Wang family at someone else's house. He immediately thought of the delicious vegetables grown by his good granddaughter, so as not to be targeted by thieves, he took a fish and hurried over to report the news.
Xu Qingzhi walked around the vegetable field today and knew clearly: "There should be quite a few."
Wang Yanmei was still worried, "No, I'll go take a look myself."
Xu Qingzhi didn't stop her either. If she didn't let her mother see it, her mother would probably not feel at ease.
She also went to the field to pick amaranth, Chinese cabbage, water spinach and some water onions.
When I came back, I smuggled twenty eggs from the space, put them in pearl cotton holders, put them in a plastic bag, and put the vegetables in them.
She took it out and put it at Grandpa's feet. "Grandpa, you can take these vegetables back to eat later. I didn't pick too much for you. The vegetables are not fresh after being stored for a long time. You can eat them for two or three meals."
"I don't want it, just take it into the house quickly." The old man pushed the dish aside, with a proud expression on his face: "I go fishing every day, I have fish to eat, and your uncle brought it to me a few days ago.
I haven’t eaten a piece of meat or tofu yet.”
Xu Qingzhi: "Then you stay for dinner at night. My mother cooks big meals every day now."
"I want to go back to eat. There is some food left at noon. It would be a shame not to eat it." Xu Dongru said and stood up to leave, "I brought the letter to you. I'm leaving now."
The old man was stunned and refused to carry these dishes. He walked quickly, not unlike an eighty-year-old man.
Xu Qingzhi carried the vegetables, got on the tricycle, and drove over, faster than her grandfather.
"Come on, I'll take you back." She honked the horn.
Xu Dongru put his hands behind his back, "No need."
"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm coming."
Only then did Xu Dongru get into the car. Out of sight of her granddaughter, she raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said in a helpless tone: "Hey, I really can't twist you with my old bones."
Xu Qingzhi: "Have a good grasp of it."
"Have a good grasp of it."
Xu Qingzhi drove a tricycle, beeping, in the direction of Grandpa's house.