Chapter 149: Wholesaling?

Big Uncle was so angry he wanted to flip the table:

"Are you short of these ten yuan?"

Mao Li also stiffened her neck: "Short, why not? The big one doesn't make money, stays at home every day with masks and manicures, the small one still needs me to pay for interest classes and kindergarten, how can we not be frugal in living?"

She is saying something else, pointing at the mulberry and scolding the locust, talking about her daughter-in-law who doesn't work or pay money.

However, there is always someone stronger, Sun Yanyan stared at the TV with full seriousness, as if she hadn't heard this at all.

Mao Li hit a cotton ball with a fist, held her breath, and aimed the spearhead at Song Tan and Song Hongmei:

"And Hongmei, speaking of which, she is also an aunt, why is she so stingy all day long? Tan Tan gave her things and she took them all away, didn't leave any for us, this aunt and niece really know how to hide their hearts!"

Speaking of this, Sun Yanyan remembered: "Mom, didn't Auntie share a bag of locust flowers with us the day before yesterday?"

Mao Li was angry: "That thing can't be kneaded or squeezed, it was pressed under dozens of catties of lettuce when moving things back, can it still be used? I threw it away the night before yesterday."

"Oh my," Sun Yanyan regretted: "Why throw it away? The locust flowers in the vegetable market are very expensive, ten yuan a catty."

Hearing this, Mao Li stood up hatefully again:

"Don't grind foreign work at home, go to the vegetable market with me."

Sun Yanyan didn't want to move—her mother-in-law always wanted to dig money from her hands, if she gave it to her sister-in-law later, she would be stupid to pay for it herself!

"What for..." very reluctant.

Mao Li held her breath: "Buy vegetables! What else! Serving you all day long—if you still want to eat lettuce at noon, then don't go."

Sun Yanyan followed her.

She doesn't pay money, but lettuce, whoever loves to eat it eats it, anyway, she has had enough.

Thinking for a moment, she said: "Mom, Auntie seemed to have brought bamboo shoots when she left, Tan Tan said they were also intended to be sold, maybe they are here today. Shall we go to the big market by the river?"

That vegetable market is a bit far from home, and plus they had a very unhappy time there last time, Mao Li had secretly sworn in her heart never to go again.

But at this moment, she was not in a good mood, so she snorted coldly, but still turned over.

But it was exactly as Sun Yanyan said, Song Tan was indeed here today.

She came to sell vegetables alone this time, a large QR code was pasted on the carriage of the pickup truck, she was even perfunctory and didn't move the bamboo shoots down, but squatted in the bucket of the pickup truck, paying money and delivering goods with one hand.

The scene was lively and noisy, if it weren't for the fact that the customers were all grandpas and grandmas (after all, when it comes to grabbing goods and buying vegetables, young people have almost no combat power in the vegetable market), it would be exactly like a concert held in a pile of bamboo shoots in a pickup truck.

Although Qiaoqiao didn't come today, Song Tan didn't feel busy alone.

—She has been cultivating for more than a month, now although she is still in the Qi Refining stage, she has achieved some success, and has gradually sensed spiritual sense.

Although because spiritual energy is precious and scarce, she doesn't use it much, but strengthening her memory, listening to the collection messages on her phone and the amount everyone wants, can be considered easy.

Not to mention she is not completely busy alone.

Look, the vegetable vendor next to her is also helping, helping to collect cash!

After all, the older customer group, not everyone can play with smartphones smoothly.

To say that both are in the same trade, how should they be considered competitors? The vegetable vendor wouldn't leave his stall to help.

But the problem is, it depends on the level!

If it were the family next to the vegetable vendor on the right, he would at most help watch the stall when people go to the bathroom, and would never leave his stall to work.

But changing to Song Tan...

Just say her little pickup truck stops, the customers rushing around will never look at these ordinary vegetables again.

Then why should he sit there? Might as well come to pull relations.

However, the little girl is not big, but straightforward, busy in the car bucket, hearing him come to ask politely, she arranged a cash collection job casually.

The vegetable vendor was really a bit flattered.

Just the bamboo shoots in her car bucket, this cash flow is also amazing.

So he became more serious.

But after being busy for an hour, when the number of people decreased, he looked at the full pocket of money and suddenly reacted—

What trust?

Isn't he doing the work of that silly brother of this girl?

Turning his head again, Song Tan saw that there were fewer people, and turned to hand him a bag of three-catty bamboo shoots.

"Take it, no charge."

Hey, this is red rain from the sky, the iron rooster is plucking hair!

The vegetable vendor didn't be polite either, opened the plastic bag, looked at the three large winter bamboo shoots inside, and a handful of spring bamboo shoots, and couldn't help but sigh again:

"These three-catty bamboo shoots, the shell is two catties and a half, just left this little bit."

Together, it's only enough for one plate, and it has to be that kind of shallow dish.

He sighed to Song Tan: "The bamboo shoots I bought from your house last time, I finished them in one meal. You say you don't provide such good vegetables to five-star hotels, but have to sell them in front of me every day?"

Buying is affordable, but eating every day is unbearable, he struggles to make money when sleeping at night, just afraid that he won't have enough to eat one day.

Sin!

Song Tan laughed: "Then you are worrying a bit early, now it's all at the door, dig whatever there is. In two months, the vegetables in my field will be ripe, if you don't pay me a hundred yuan a day, I will admire your willpower!"

A hundred yuan, if it's all green vegetables, for example, five catties of Chinese cabbage, this is enough for a family to eat a full meal.

If it's like these bamboo shoots, skin and shell included... a hundred yuan? Afraid it's only enough to eat fresh.

He sighed: "I buy cherries for my children, and I don't feel as distressed as this."

Turning his head, he became interested again: "What vegetables do you plant in the field? Are they the same quality as these?"

Song Tan thought about those vegetable seeds and seedlings that she used spiritual energy on from the beginning of soaking seeds, and nodded firmly: "Only better, not worse."

The vegetable vendor trembled in his heart: "Then the price..."

Price or not, Song Tan hasn't considered it seriously, but they are vegetables that enter the mouth every day, what if this thing sells for a sky-high price? What can it do?

She doesn't want to be the richest person.

So she continued to nod: "Old rules, twenty yuan a catty." Used to calculating, convenient.

And the vegetable vendor counted the few vegetables he just mentioned with his fingers:

Chinese cabbage sprouts fast, can be listed on Labor Day, next there are tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, cowpeas—oh my god, this is sold every month!

Then how much money does he have to spend?

Thinking for a moment, the vegetable vendor leaned over again: "Sister, does your family wholesale vegetables? What's the wholesale price?" ===== CHAPTER 150 =====