Chapter 22: Buy More Tomorrow

A man's sentiment for cars is truly hard to describe in words.

Song Sancheng was still muttering after the phone call, saying that driving himself wasn't safe, the mountain roads were hard to walk, and second-hand cars were easy to be deceived...

But when they arrived at the place and his friend took him to the factory to see the rows of cars, he instantly threw his words to the back of his mind.

Now, facing the vans and pickups, he was conflicted.

"Tan Tan, vans aren't afraid of wind and rain, but the capacity is a bit small. How about..."

"Pickups can hold more."

"But what if the weather is bad? It's inconvenient to put things in the back!"

"Pickups can hold more."

"Vans can seat several people, and you can't just sell vegetables..."

"Pickups can hold more."

Her father was truly... fooled by others and couldn't find north. If it wasn't for selling vegetables, why would she buy a car? Did she think the air in the city wasn't polluted enough?

Besides, there were quite a few things she planned to plant in those few fields. If she didn't find one that could hold more, how much more effort would that take?

A second-hand pickup for thirty thousand yuan, including license plates and a one-stop service. Although Song Tan didn't know much about cars, she looked carefully at the person selling the car; his character wasn't bad.

Song Sancheng was muttering all the way, suddenly sighing in the passenger seat: "Sigh, this car is manual transmission, right? Can your mother do it alone? I have to drive—I'll go to the town to ask about signing up for a driver's license later."

Song Tan held back her laughter. "Mmm, you two together, have a companion."

Song Sancheng didn't notice her tone; he was already staring at the dashboard.

Returning to the town to get the ID card, she also bought a few plastic vegetable baskets—the wicker baskets weren't very regular, and they took up a lot of space when stacked for vegetables.

The car just happened to be parked outside the courtyard. They were a bit remote here, and the neighbors were far away, so no one came to see for a while.

It was Wu Lan, although she felt heartache for the money spent, but looking at the car being cleaned up neatly, and thinking that their family had a car (even if it was a second-hand small pickup), a sense of pride spontaneously arose in her heart.

If it weren't for the fact that selling wild vegetables needed to be low-key, she would probably be visiting neighbors by now.

"This car is good, it can hold a lot. It's also convenient to pull large items—Tan Tan, I went to see the wild vegetables. I don't know why they grew so well this year? We can continue selling them tomorrow."

"Why don't we go pick them again this afternoon?"

She was clearly hooked by money.

Song Tan shook her head. "Mom, don't rush. Most of the people who bought vegetables yesterday have joined the group. We have to give them time to reminisce and miss them, right?"

If you don't show that the wild vegetables are delicious, how can you build a reputation?

Twenty yuan a jin for wild vegetables wasn't a high price now, but after a while, when other spring vegetables hit the market, this price wouldn't be appropriate.

But if she had to lower the price, Song Tan wouldn't be happy first.

So...

Let everyone crave them for a while!

Besides: "Mom, let's keep eating wild vegetables tonight."

Now, only the wild vegetables had no impurities. She wanted to stimulate other vegetables, but she couldn't explain it for a while!

Wu Lan refused flatly: "That won't do. They're twenty yuan a jin. If we eat a few jin in one meal, a hundred yuan is gone."

Song Tan:... She knew it.

She didn't hesitate this time, simply picking up the basket: "Qiaoqiao, dig vegetables."

If it weren't for being able to eat something good herself, why would she spend so much spiritual energy? She hadn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet.

Wu Lan:...

Prodigal daughter!

In the end, they still ate those wild vegetables in the evening.

As soon as the vegetables entered her mouth, Wu Lan didn't say anything about wasting money, but instead muttered: "Must send some to your grandmother and uncle to taste."

Song Tan didn't forget these, but...

"After a while, Mom. Now there are few wild vegetables growing; it's too conspicuous to send them over."

Spiritual energy stimulation, she couldn't go too far. Currently, the output every two days was about a hundred jin, which was already quite generous for wild vegetables.

Sending them over now, with such a good taste, wouldn't she have to send them every day? What if they thought it was just wild vegetables and came to dig them themselves... that wouldn't be very convenient.

Cultivation requires a better understanding of human feelings and desires; Song Tan understood this clearly.

"Wait another half a month. By then, the weather will be warm, and there will be more wild vegetables. When the time comes, we won't sell them; we'll eat them ourselves, and send more to Grandpa and Grandma."

In half a month, the Chinese milk vetch would grow, and it would be tender enough to sell.

As expected of me!

Song Tan felt her business sense was quite high-level.

At the same time.

City, Waterfront Community.

Zhao Yang brought his pregnant wife home after work. His mother had already prepared dinner. Seeing her daughter-in-law return to the bedroom, she was full of worry: "Qinqin still can't eat?"

Her daughter-in-law was three months pregnant, vomiting everything she ate, and feeling nauseous at the smell of cooking oil. Her spirit had been very poor during this time, and the whole family was worried to death.

Zhao's mother thought for a moment: "Why don't you pick a chopstick of vegetables and let Qinqin taste it first? I bought these wild vegetables early this morning; a young girl with a silly younger brother said they were dug fresh in the village."

She muttered, actually feeling a bit regretful: "They were quite expensive; lettuce is only fifteen yuan a jin. At that time, so many people were grabbing them, and I was excited when I heard—actually, it was twenty yuan a bundle, and I didn't even grab the shepherd's purse! You say this shepherd's purse is for dumplings, how delicious it would be!"

"Look, just this handful of Ma Lantou, it was gone after one blanch."

"But this Ma Lantou is also quite good; it clears heat and reduces fire."

Her topic changed quickly, and for a moment, she didn't know if she was complaining about the vegetables being expensive or complaining about not grabbing the shepherd's purse.

Zhao Yang couldn't help but swallow his saliva—shepherd's purse dumplings? Order takeout at work tomorrow; the dumpling shop has them.

However, since they were freshly dug wild vegetables, maybe they tasted better than greenhouse vegetables?

But considering his wife couldn't eat anything lately, to be cautious, he only took a bowl and picked a chopstick of vegetables, sending it to the bedroom:

"Qinqin, taste this wild vegetable; Mom said it's called Indian aster, mixed with a little millet chili..."

Upon hearing about eating, Qinqin's stomach churned again. She wanted to refuse, but her husband had already extended the vegetables to her mouth.

There were only two green leaves on the chopsticks.

She thought for a moment, then opened her mouth, chewing slowly, afraid of having a reaction later.

However, as soon as the wild vegetable entered her mouth—fresh, crisp, spicy, refreshing... various flavors intertwined, it was simply indescribably wonderful!

Her stomach "rumbled," feeling as if she were starving to death!

Zhao Yang was still looking at her nervously: "How is it?"

Qinqin slowly swallowed the two vegetable leaves in her mouth, only feeling her stomach like a bottomless pit, screaming frantically for more.

She stood up abruptly:

"Hurry up and serve me a bowl of rice; I want to eat this vegetable!"

As she spoke, she couldn't wait to rush out of the bedroom, directly to the dining table. Before the rice was served, she had already eaten half of the vegetables bite by bite.

Zhao's mother was overjoyed: "Oh my! Oh my! If I'd known, I should've bought more varieties!"

As she spoke, she regretted it again—twenty yuan wasn't expensive! It was early spring, and vegetables were originally this price. Wasn't this much more flavorful than those greenhouse vegetables? ===== CHAPTER 23 =====