Chapter 1609: Sweet Potato Vine Harvest

The field that mainly produces sweet potato vines is harvested ridge by ridge with a sickle, so the efficiency is very high.

And the other field where sweet potatoes are planted requires workers to go up one vine by one vine, and break the leaves and stems off, trying not to damage the main vine, so as not to affect the sweet potatoes in the ground.

Although the efficiency is a bit low, everyone moved stools and sat in the field chatting and talking, which was quite happy.

Both sides worked at the same time, and all the idle population in the village wished to be pulled over, but the number was still not large.

But Song Tan didn't mind.

Pickling sweet potato vines also requires effort.

They are not made by machines, but by hand. So working like this in a long stream, persisting until the fruit is harvested, everyone has income every day, which seems more lasting and stable.

The only ones to suffer are the children in the live stream.

Because the output of handmade pickled sweet potato stems is limited, and sweet potato stems are almost ready to eat after pickling for a week.

If it is pickled for a long time, it will be very sour, and most people can't accept it.

It is necessary to grasp the shipping time and grasp how long it can be eaten after arrival...

Song Tan originally planned to use a 250g small bottle. Seven Uncle took a look at the sample and scolded her at that time:

"Who are you being stingy with?"

"This thing is sold in a bottle, and it's not enough for a meal."

Song Tan was surprised: "How can it be! If this is pickled sauerkraut, sour cowpea, etc., it should be enough for a long time, right?"

Although their family's things are delicious, the price is also high. Generally, those who arrive are reluctant to finish it all in one meal.

Seven Uncle sighed: "Look, I said you have to learn to cook, you don't want to."

"After this sweet potato stem is pickled, many people take it back and stir-fry it with chicken gizzard, duck gizzard, etc., which is sour, spicy and appetizing, that is called delicious."

"You can't just look at it as a pickle for rice and porridge."

"You said you sold such a small bottle, if it is a family of three or four, all the vegetables in this bottle are poured out, plus meat is not enough for a family to eat."

"This also seems too stingy."

As for saying that it will be very sour after pickling for a long time, it is not to say that it is 50% sour today and 100% sour tomorrow, there must be a process.

Tasted a little sour, eat more in the next meal.

Seven Uncle made a decision: "It's almost the same if you use that two-jin bottle."

Two jin is really not okay.

Rice is delicious, noodles are delicious, just this sweet potato stem, money is earned, but can't eat it.

He is still pondering, why don't plant more glutinous rice next year, making rice wine must also sell well...

He didn't speak, Seven Uncle understood everything instantly, and couldn't help but be furious:

"Good you!"

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But for now, because there weren't enough hands, she still had to help break off the sweet potato vines together.

After the sweet potato vines with the main stems were broken off, the main stems were all taken to be shredded for pig feed.

The leaves on the sweet potato vines could also be sold, but it was very laborious to clean them up, so Song Tan arranged for people to carefully select some of the tender, good ones to leave for Boss Chang and Old Zhao, just as a free gift.

Some of the old ones with holes or those that looked unsightly were taken to feed the pigs and chickens.

As for the mediocre ones, because the quantity was truly too large, Seventh Cousin-Grandpa couldn't finish processing them in time.

They wouldn't be fresh if left any longer, so she simply gave them generously to Master Jiang.

"Oh my!" This made Master Jiang so happy that his eyebrows and eyes were filled with smiles.

He didn't mind that the sweet potato leaves wouldn't be fresh if left, so after cleaning them up, he stuffed them into the refrigerator, and only took out half to ask everyone:

"Shall we make steamed sweet potato leaves tonight?"

As long as it's a green leafy vegetable, everything can be steamed.

Mix flour, oil, and seasonings with the vegetables, and steam them in the pot like this.

Ah!

Just by him describing it like that, everyone's mouths were already watering for miles.

Looking at the sweet potato vines in their hands again, what else was there to say?

Hurry up and get to work.

Boss Chang, on the other hand, was overjoyed.

It wasn't easy!

Having cooperated with Song Tan for so long, she finally deigned to think of him.

The gifted sweet potato leaves weren't the point; the point was that she finally realized she had a business partner!

At this moment, he hurriedly said: "I watched the livestream yesterday; don't you dare leave me out of the mugwort mosquito repellent balm, mugwort moxa sticks, and such. I want the mugwort pillows too."

He was a VIP customer of several tiers; the gift boxes couldn't be subpar.

"There really aren't any mugwort pillows left," Song Tan thought for a moment: "I'll set aside some wild chrysanthemum pillows for you when the time comes."

There were vast stretches of wild chrysanthemums on the mountain, and this year's vigor was not a bit inferior to the mugwort.

When they sprout flower buds, pick them, dry them in the sun, use them for tea, and make pillows. That fragrance with a slight herbal scent can simply make a person lose their way.

Song Tan herself had decided to get one.

Boss Chang was satisfied with the alternative.

At this moment, he nodded repeatedly: "It's a deal, don't forget, I want 200."

"And that wild chrysanthemum, look at my teahouse, restaurant, and my holiday gifts; tea is indispensable. How about this? Getting a thousand or eight hundred jin isn't too much to ask, right?"

Song Tan:...

She shouldn't have said so much to Boss Chang!

How did he get so pushy? How many grams of wild chrysanthemum can one pot of tea use? A thousand or eight hundred jin?!

The wild chrysanthemums she grew, which were like small-grain fetal chrysanthemums, were local small pearl wild chrysanthemums that had a faint cantaloupe scent when brewed; the yield of dried chrysanthemums per mu was at most one or two hundred jin!

"Five hundred jin."

Boss Chang was a bit disappointed: he didn't say he wanted to buy it all this time, so why wasn't a thousand or eight hundred jin okay?

But five hundred is five hundred!

"Just don't sell it to that guy surnamed Zhao. His shop specializes in vegetables, and he only focuses on one thing; these niche items aren't suitable for him."

Song Tan couldn't laugh or cry.

The businesses of these two bosses weren't even on the same level; Old Zhao just came to collect some vegetables every day to sell, and compared to Boss Chang, the volume of vegetables wasn't even a fraction.

Why were they competing?

She wouldn't sell it, she would just give Old Zhao some of the ones she drank herself.

As for the pickled sweet potato vines, Old Zhao could start pre-sales for them; it would also help boost his reputation. After all, his nephew drove over himself every day, picked the melons himself, and cleaned them up himself; he was quite hardworking.

People valued her good source of goods, but they didn't do any less of the work that needed to be done; when the production was sufficient, Song Tan would also arrange it.

But Boss Chang remained unsatisfied.

Although he didn't say he wanted to buy it all, he had carefully looked at every single thing in Song Tan's fields.

Every time he came, he had to walk around the mountain a dozen times; his posture was like a spy, wishing he could calculate every blade of grass.

Now he gave instructions in advance again:

"With so many sunflowers, the flowers must have bloomed big and well, right? Then you'll have to sell me some of those sunflower seeds when the time comes, right?"

In restaurants and teahouses, tea snacks are indispensable.

Song Tan was helpless: "There really isn't much production of this."

The way she planted them at first was to make her boyfriend happy, and the sunflower seeds were just a bonus.

Therefore, the seed production rate of many varieties was truly unbearable to look at.

Don't look at the vast expanse of flowers; if you really want to count the harvest, I'm afraid it will be greatly discounted.

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