Chapter 150: Sneaking fish

Song Tan knows that the yield of vegetables in her own field will definitely not be low, so she nods:

"When the vegetables in the fields mature in large quantities, we will definitely find someone to purchase them."

Otherwise, coming to the vegetable market every day, there is no time and no energy.

Guarding from morning to night for a day, producing over a thousand catties of vegetables is definitely no problem. But the problem is that there is a pile of work at home, and coming every other day now is already the limit.

As for what price...

"Same price, twenty yuan a catty, buy a hundred catties and get one free."

Vegetable vendor:...

Wholesaled, but not completely wholesaled.

He endured it, and then asked: "You do this, what is the difference between wholesale and our retail purchase?"

"It's all the same anyway."

Song Tan said righteously: "How to pick, how to pick, how to deliver, how to deliver, my cost here hasn't decreased..."

As for whether there will be no merchants to purchase—kidding, with the taste of these vegetables, just go to any star-rated hotel, and you can ask for two hundred yuan a catty.

But if anyone has tasted it and can still say they don't want it, Song Tan has to respect the other party as a man.

The vegetable vendor swallowed a mouthful of old blood, didn't bother to help anymore, just carried his bag of bamboo shoots, and sat back on the small stool at the stall.

But sitting there thinking for a long time, finally walked over angrily:

"Then I will wholesale at twenty yuan a catty, I have the final say on the pricing in the vegetable market, is that okay?"

"Don't wholesale."

Song Tan said sincerely:

"Although my family's fields are not many, you know the quality. I come to the vegetable market to sell vegetables, not to say I don't make money just to let everyone eat something good...

"Honestly speaking, is twenty yuan cheap compared to the quality of my vegetables?"

"If I wholesale to you, firstly, I can't make much difference, secondly, everyone is familiar with my vegetable price, if you increase the price, maybe there will be trouble?"

Why bother?

But I guard a God of Wealth every day, and finally have to go back to stare at my ordinary and plain little stall... who will compensate for this gap?

The vegetable vendor looked at her resentfully: "Sister, the matter of me renting a stall in the vegetable market last time, have you thought about it?"

Song Tan pondered: "Seems like it's not needed..."

Just said this, before she could expand, the vegetable vendor next door quickly said:

"Don't wholesale if you don't wholesale, if you rent a stall, it will be good to build a reputation in the future."

"Your things are good, everyone in the vegetable market has heard of it vaguely. These days, someone sets up a stall at your location early in the morning, regardless of whether they sell well or not."

"It's obvious that they are rubbing against your reputation, if the customers are fooled later, they will blame you, not worth it."

He said earnestly: "The stall in the vegetable market is really not expensive, it's just tight. If you have connections, walking to a stable place is just spending a little money, really worth it."

"At worst, how many vegetables you want to sell every day, I'll drive to pull them, I'll help you sell!"

"Just that stall of yours, separate a small bit for me on the side, I sell the vegetables I wholesale, is that okay?"

"Don't worry, one hundred percent won't occupy your reputation, I'll put the price up when the time comes, you can check at any time."

Song Tan was puzzled: "I feel like setting up a stall here is also quite good, no cost, sell out every day and leave, don't necessarily have to have a stall, right?"

Just talking, suddenly a chill on the tip of the nose, looked up, only to see the sky of this spring rain has opened.

Like smoke and fog, the light rain sprinkled down, the vegetable vendor wiped the wet hair tips, and showed his damp palms to her:

"Look, besides being poor, this is also the reason."

"I'm old, I don't want to suffer from the cold wind in the sun and rain here anymore."

This is really feasible.

The character of this vegetable vendor, Song Tan has also seen seven or eight out of ten during this time, not to say how noble, but what he said is indeed not fake.

And with more and more work in her own vegetable garden in the future, it is impossible for her to drive to the city to set up a stall every day.

But if she wants to pack all the vegetables to the wholesaler, Song Tan is not very willing.

However, what this vegetable vendor said, she is really moved.

"Just..." Song Tan smiled bitterly: "You haven't waited for a stall after setting up a stall for so long, how can I settle it all at once?"

"But I quite agree with your idea, if there is really a place, let's discuss it."

Chatting while chatting, while selling the few bamboo shoots in the car bucket.

Just at this time, I saw a familiar face looking left and right, and leaned forward like a thief:

"Little Song, my ten catties of bamboo shoots."

On this side, scanned the code to pay, on this side, reached out and waited to receive his big bag.

Song Tan couldn't help but laugh.

"Director Zhu, is it necessary?"

The one who came was the director of the police station who caught her last time.

That farce of arrest was an unexpected wealth for Song Tan, but for the entire police station, it was simply unbearable to look back.

Only caught the wrong one once!

One by one, the wallets were emptied, smoother than that old washboard.

Buying tea leaves is painful enough, at least can comfort oneself: this kind of big money can be spent for a long time once.

But didn't expect, the grand occasion of the vegetable market is seen by everyone, from the last wave of purple clover, every time everyone comes in stages, buying vegetables is like being a thief.

Director Zhu carried the bag in his hand, smiled bitterly: "Can't be careless! Last time Little Wu bought five catties of purple clover from you, one didn't hide it, and it was divided by everyone on the spot."

"You say these vegetables are so expensive, just dropping a piece of bamboo shoot shell, I have to feel distressed for a long time, can't let that group of guys know."

Song Tan held back her laughter, lowered her voice as well, and said in the same posture as a thief:

"Director Zhu, you'd better leave quickly. I see that Brother Xiao Zhou from your office has already walked to the fruit stall by now."

"Can you guys be considered slacking off on the job?"

Who still has the energy to argue about slacking off!

Director Zhu felt a shiver in his heart. Carrying the ten-jin plastic bag, he turned this way and that, launching a rigorous anti-tracking drill in this vegetable market that he was as familiar with as his own doorstep.

Xiao Zhou soon came over sneakily as well.

"Little Song, weigh three jin for me."

As he spoke, he handed over a red banknote: "The office is full of animals!"

"And Director Zhou is too treacherous. It's not enough that he bought some secretly himself, he even made them into red oil bamboo shoot bits at home and sealed a small bag for himself to take to work—I only ate one piece before it was all snatched up!"

Isn't this bullying them for not knowing how to cook and being single?

Xiao Zhou said resentfully: "When I'm off and go home, I'll have my mom make some for me too!"

Of course, one has to keep an eye on it, otherwise, who knows—the red oil bamboo shoot bits might be made, but in the end, they might not reach one's own mouth.

Song Tan couldn't help but show sympathy:

Her vegetables are a little bit expensive and especially delicious, after all!

Then, feeling the small change the vegetable vendor had just given her, she nimbly fished out forty yuan and handed it over.