Chapter 1533: It

Boss Chang's appreciation event ultimately devolved into a micro-business conference and ended hastily.

As night fell, the Song family home was a picture of peace and tranquility.

Mosquitoes had already begun to appear by the end of May. Fortunately, the family had nothing else in abundance this year, but they had plenty of mugwort. Before the Dragon Boat Festival even arrived, Wu Lan had already cut several bundles to hang everywhere—

She had always felt that the reason there were no mosquitoes at home at this time last year was all thanks to the mugwort.

Song Tan hid her merit and fame, and seeing her mother happy was enough.

At this moment, having eaten and drunk their fill, Song Sancheng was in high spirits: "Let's go play at the plaza."

Play what?

Song Sancheng was full of justification: "This was donated by our family to the village; surely we're allowed to go stroll around a bit!"

Having reached middle age and finally feeling proud and elated, there was no need to voice his inner thoughts as a man.

But in truth, there wasn't much to stroll around for.

After a day of work, the dance troupe hadn't been formed yet, so everyone was just swaying on the row of fitness equipment, chatting about gossip.

The proprietress of the small shop had earned quite a bit just in this month of May alone, and now she was much more generous. Not knowing where she'd gotten it from, she carried over a 20-jin watermelon and cut it with a "Crack!", and everyone in the plaza got a share.

Everyone chatted about each other's vegetables and then about the orders in the mini-program. It was rare for Aunt Zhang Hong to come out for a stroll with her husband.

Villagers laughed when they saw them: "Your business is so good, why aren't you rushing back to grind tofu instead of idling outside?"

Aunt Zhang Hong was equally radiant: Don't look at how rushed the work was at the time, or that the investment wasn't small; May wasn't even over yet, and when she tallied the accounts at home, the costs had already been recouped.

She raised her voice and said: "We added an electric stone mill at home, and a machine for pressing tofu. The efficiency is much higher, and the two of us can take turns getting some good rest."

Otherwise, working oneself to death to earn money, when would it ever end?

They hadn't expected the stone mill to be so popular.

Every customer who came wanted to have the electric equipment turned off so they could pose for photos by the side for a while.

After taking photos for so long, so as not to affect production, that stone mill was moved to a corner of the courtyard. The little bit of tofu it ground wasn't even mixed into the main batch; it was just for everyone to take pictures with, which actually made for better photos.

Aunt Zhang Hong's husband had a good temper. Regardless of whether people bought anything, or whether they bought 1 jin or 5 jin, as long as they came and wanted to pose by the millstone, he would happily help them set it up.

Because of this, when everyone posted online, they emphasized the boss's honest temper, which drew even more people over.

Many young people didn't know how to eat that tofu at first; they were purely there for the internet-famous check-in.

But after tasting it once, these people became repeat customers. When they came again, they would even buy some of the village's other vegetables.

The good vegetables from the Song family in the village had long since sold out. The ones remaining were only a tiny bit more expensive than those on the market, but the taste was still outstanding.

Young people traveled from afar to buy them and take them back, which often earned them praise from their parents at home, so they became even more enthusiastic about the commute.

Although Aunt Zhang Hong didn't say it now, looking at the customers arriving every day, everyone knew the score in their hearts.

But calculating what they had earned themselves, that was basically a business with no overhead! It wasn't a small amount either.

Everyone was very content. Seeing the Song Sancheng family come over, they didn't even need to be greeted before someone took the initiative to call out: "Sancheng, when will the fruit on the mountain ripen this year? Give us a shout when it's time to pick, and I'll go help you."

"Right, tell Tan Tan not to hire anyone else this year. Everyone in our village can finish picking it in half a day."

Song Tan smiled, not stopping them: "Alright! When the peaches ripen in a while, our family will be short of hands for packing on-site, so I'll have to ask everyone to help out."

"We'll just have a simple meal at the mountain canteen then, I hope everyone won't mind."

She didn't stand on ceremony, and everyone felt even more at ease strolling in the plaza, agreeing immediately.

In the crowd, only Li Lanhua felt a sour taste in her heart.

Night was the best time for stir-frying tea. The tea leaves picked during the day had been left to rest and were now at the perfect stage, so Zhou Maozhu was still working in the factory with several other tea stir-fryers.

Because they hired other workers this year, wages had gone up, but the tea leaf benefits from last year were gone.

That would have been fine; they were too embarrassed to take such expensive things anyway, but this tofu...

To tell the truth, every time Li Lanhua went to eat it, she felt a sourness in her mouth.

If only that useless Zhou Tianyu of theirs would come back, the three of them could do this together—Tianyu even knew how to mess around with that "Tremble" promotion thing!

Looking at Qiao Qiao, who was happily jumping around in the plaza with his friends, Li Lanhua couldn't help but sigh again:

It's all fate!

Truly, they just didn't have the fate to get rich.

But having said that, looking at the satisfied smile on Zhang Hong's face, a sudden flash of unwillingness arose:

No, this opportunity has been missed; I can't just keep dwelling on it for a lifetime!

So she turned and stepped forward: "Zhang Hong, save me two jin of tofu tomorrow, I'm planning to make fermented bean curd."

"Oh my!" Aunt Zhang Hong was quite surprised: "You want to make fermented bean curd? What's two jin enough for? Do you want me to get you 10 jin?"

She had also thought about the fermented bean curd business, but after trying it once, her skills weren't up to par. Such good tofu turned out mediocre, so she just gave up; after all, she was too busy with tofu every day.

But Li Lanhua's cooking skills were among the best in the village. The fermented bean curd she made was just tastier than others'—

Of course, only tastier to a limited extent.

But now, many people who came to buy things bought this and that along the way. As long as people found it tasty, wasn't that another source of income?

The two middle-aged women who used to gossip together often perked up and soon huddled to the side to whisper.

Song Tan was sharp-eyed and quick-eared. Hearing the two discussing how to set prices, she couldn't help but share a smile with Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan even praised: "After life becomes affluent, everyone's mindset really becomes exceptionally peaceful."

A situation where the whole village is united and striving upward, purely for cooperation, is not something easily seen.

He sighed: The saying that poverty breeds treachery while wealth fosters conscience is truly something only a person of great wisdom could summarize.

Only when people are freed from the relentless pressure of survival can they begin to be calm and tolerant from the soul.

Up on the mountain, an employee in the monitoring room called Chen Yuan: "Captain, look."

On the surveillance screen, someone had already walked back and forth on that piece of land at Stone Slope several times at different intervals.

The security guard frowned in frustration: "With such a large guard post, patrolmen, dogs, and even surveillance overhead, is he scouting the location? Why can't he even be bothered to change his clothes?"

This was really lacking in professional ethics.

Chen Yuan knew at a glance: "It must be someone from another village who doesn't know the situation—you broadcast a warning first."

The other person nodded. At this moment, he pressed the button, and a mechanical voice immediately came through the Stone Slope surveillance:

【You have entered a monitored area, please be cautious】 ===== CHAPTER 1534 =====