Chapter 101: Fruit Sapling Prices

"I'm telling you!"

Zhang Wang gripped the hoe tightly with his aged hands, veins bulging, glaring fiercely at these children: "From the moment I married your mother, she started saving money. She saved a portion for the family, and she had to save a portion for you! She saved this money for over forty years."

"Later, when life got better, the money saved at home was all given to you. We fulfilled our responsibility. Your mother said, when she's gone, this money would be divided among you as a keepsake."

"I didn't expect to raise a group of white-eyed wolves. You don't even want your own mother, so what keepsake do you want?"

Zhang Wang let the hoe fall heavily to the ground:

"I'm telling you now, I don't have children like you. I don't need you to kowtow!"

"Get out! All of you, get out!"

Just then, the aunts responsible for counting the money finally finished counting the box full of money. Looking at Aunt Zhang, who hadn't been put into the coffin yet, they suddenly shed a line of tears:

"A total of... thirty thousand yuan."

Everyone present was silent.

Only hearing Song Youde puffing on his dry tobacco, he suddenly blurted out:

"Sancheng, when I can't work anymore, if you dare to do this, I'll burn your house down."

"Zhang Wang was just too soft-hearted. If it were me, that hoe would have landed on his head. Raising a dog is better than those children of his."

Song Youde felt a chill on his scalp and straightened his face: "Dad, what are you saying? I was the one who pulled those three bastards away today!"

Good heavens, the sons and sons-in-law all drove cars when they came. Regardless of whether the cars were good or bad, borrowed or not, having this ability and still not being willing to spend money on their own mother... calling them wolf-hearted and dog-lunged is giving them too much credit.

Song Youde snorted coldly, that was about right.

As for Zhang Wang, without the relatives and friends from the children's side, the hosting of guests by fellow villagers was simple. Today wasn't the time for formal hosting. Song Sancheng planned to go help for another day tomorrow, and the day after he had to help carry the coffin.

This matter seemed to pass quietly.

But as the funeral progressed, Song Tan discovered that those working at home, whether aunts or uncles, suddenly seemed exceptionally active.

After a moment of thought, she realized this was the inner panic brought to this group of middle-aged and elderly people by the fact that their children couldn't be relied upon.

Now that there's an opportunity to earn money, it's more reliable to save more for oneself.

If we get sick, we'll pay for the treatment ourselves, not relying on our children. When we're old, as long as we have money, we might not live comfortably, but can't we at least suffer a little less?

Understanding this, Song Tan couldn't help but sigh.

But right now, there was another thing worth sighing about—that is, the finished, fruit-bearing grafted peach saplings were truly too expensive now.

Zhang Yanping found a channel through Old Zhou, who ran a nursery, and also inquired in various ways, but after asking around, three-centimeter mature saplings cost eighty yuan each.

To plant their twenty mu of land, they needed at least two thousand trees, adding up to more than the twenty-year land contract fee, a full one hundred and sixty thousand!

Good heavens!

Until Wu Lan and Song Sancheng heard this calculation in the room and were also shocked: "Do we really have to plant such expensive fruit trees? Can't we plant cheaper ones?"

But the problem was, nowadays, mature saplings that bear fruit in the same year were basically at this price, more or less.

Where would this money come from?

They had just started turning the soil on the mountain; who could have imagined they had misestimated the price?

Until Wu Lan pondered again: "Otherwise, that sixty thousand yuan..."

Song Tan shook her head: "Mom, don't be under so much pressure. Just think of it this way: it's only one hundred and sixty thousand; we'll have it after selling sixteen jin of tea."

Whoa!

Look at this light and airy tone, as if she were talking about sixteen yuan.

But thinking about it, it was true: if you say one hundred and sixty thousand, that's naturally a huge number. But if you say sixteen jin of tea, it doesn't seem like a big deal anymore. Even though Until Wu Lan knew in her heart that the tea wasn't so easy to sell, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Song Tan also comforted her: "It's okay, no rush. It'll take four or five days to tidy up the mountain, enough time for us to earn this money."

She really wasn't in a rush. At worst, she could take out a loan. She didn't believe that with the quality of her produce, she couldn't earn this one hundred and sixty thousand.

She turned and started sending messages in the group chat.

【Honey pre-sale starts, one thousand yuan a jin, first come first served. The price will be adjusted to two thousand in a week.】

【Pre-Qingming tea is about to sell out, buy soon.】

There was nothing wrong with that. It would be Qingming in two days, and the daily output of dry tea was only four or five jin. Compared to other big tea merchants, it was indeed about to sell out.

【Chinese milk vetch picking period is five days, please seize the time.】

Good heavens, the phone didn't stop pinging all night.

Either asking for news or directly sending addresses and money.

Waking up early in the morning, Song Tan made a light gesture to Until Wu Lan, who had heavy dark circles: "Mom, I told you not to worry. Last night, eight jin of tea were sold."

"Twenty jin of honey were reserved."

There were also some Chinese milk vetch, but there was no need to go into detail about those; she would count the quantity when picking later.

Good heavens, that was one hundred thousand in one night. Is money really that easy to make?

Until Wu Lan's heart was also floating.

Little did she know, the leader and Secretary Wang over there had been carrying a tea box with them wherever they went ever since they drank this tea.

Originally, they weren't that picky, but now, when they drank other people's tea outside, they felt something was wrong everywhere.

This tea color is dark, this tea is bitter, this tea doesn't have enough aftertaste, this tea fragrance is dull...

Clearly, what they drank was top-quality tea, but here, it just didn't taste right.

Sigh, so as soon as they heard such tea was about to sell out, and they didn't know if there would be such quality later, the two immediately had the mentality of hoarding for Double 11, buying four jin in one go.

Among them, the leader bought three jin and Secretary Wang bought one.

No way, Secretary Wang was a bit short of money.

There were two more jin, which were ordered by those young men who crowdfunded last time.

This group of old men were very shrewd. They kept the good tea for themselves and wouldn't easily give it as gifts, fearing that their parents or fathers-in-law would get a taste for it and want it every time.

That would be the end of it. With their meager salaries, who could afford to supply them? Better to enjoy it themselves.

As for who the last two jin were for?

Naturally, it was Old Sun's brothers.

Anyway, after just a few days, I don't know if the brothers had emptied their private savings, but they were exceptionally generous with their money last night. They transferred it as soon as they said they would, unlike last time when they were sneaky and hesitant.

And Until Wu Lan was completely relieved.

The one hundred thousand from this honey and tea, plus the forty thousand from the Chinese milk vetch last time, made her feel clear-headed, with no worries at all.

———Author's Note———

Should I bring the male lead out for a stroll tomorrow?

Otherwise, even I will forget him.

Alright, the ten thousand words today are finished, the rest in the comment section!

I'm going to write Harry Potter 【Give the model worker a like】.

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