Chapter 259

After several days of strong sun, the white fungus on the racks was thoroughly dried, presenting a slightly yellowish hue.

At this moment, they had lost their jade-like, crisp, tender, and soft texture, and instead felt dry, hard, and yellow, with uneven sizes.

Compared to the large-scale, palm-sized, round, and plump white fungus on Taotao Treasure, they looked much inferior.

But... who cares.

Those who know its quality will never be stingy with money. Those who don't know don't matter; anyway, the yield is only this much.

For example, as soon as Zhang Yanping put them on the shelves, buyers who were always paying attention to the shop immediately bought one or two portions.

80 yuan/10 grams; calculated by the jin, this is of course very expensive. But a portion is only 80 yuan, and most people can afford it.

After all, just thinking about the fresh peach petals shipped out a while ago, the tea leaves they had tasted, and even the ingredients, no one was willing to resist this temptation.

At this moment, although the small shop 【Tian Yuan Ji Shi】 was newly opened, its sales were truly gratifying!

What's even more outrageous is that the repeat customer rate reached 98%!

Zhang Yanping, working as customer service with a salary of 1500, was truly overjoyed!

After all, although this salary really isn't much, the added value lies in fishing in the pond.

Tantan's pond, Tantan's fish, Tantan's chef, Tantan's earthworms...

Seventh Cousin can get an extra income because he has that skill?

What does he have?

Only a plain and ordinary blood relationship.

Now that he has taken advantage of this, Zhang Yanping is already satisfied!

Of course, daily complaints about low wages are still necessary, otherwise, the capitalist cousin might not give him a chance to raise his salary!

Among relatives, one must play such tricks!

10 o'clock.

Little Zhang still drove his truck to Song Youde's house. Now he comes every two days, personally packing and shipping, doing it with great joy and tireless effort.

That is to say, who would think earning money is troublesome, right?

The orders for this online shop are not many, but not few. Tea leaves, vegetables, peach petals—the items are neither many nor heavy. The most troublesome packing is the vegetables, but he is now very skilled at it, and even the ice packs are placed very efficiently.

Just these items, accumulated over two days, total a few dozen orders. The orders aren't big, but they can't withstand sustainable development.

In such a small town, which courier is as glorious as him?

Not to mention letting him personally come to collect and pack; if possible, he would love to do the customer service work as well!

At this moment, Little Zhang was printing orders while looking at the white fungus moved out by everyone, and the packing boxes prepared on the side, and couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised again:

"New goods again? Come, let me help you weigh them!"

Oh my, the more new goods, the better!

Turning back, Song Tan also returned from a tour of the mountain and fields.

Thank goodness, Sanbao and Si Bao were running around in the chestnut orchard. Today, another "air force" fishing old man was tearfully weeding in the soybean field, and the two treasures were acting as supervisors, busy and happy!

Whenever the other party put their weeding hand in the wrong place, it was inevitably a loud scolding...

Oh my!

That scene!

Song Tan really didn't have the nerve to stay longer!

Everything in the fields was also fine. Sanbao and Si Bao didn't bring her any field mice, wild rabbits, or pheasants, but they whined and acted spoiled.

It made Song Tan worry... the season had arrived, and the age had arrived. Could it be... they were going into heat?

She remembered the dog farm owner's instructions, and at this moment, she was truly conflicted.

On the way back, she rummaged through a few barren fields and successfully pulled a handful of Lian grass.

This thing is one or two meters long, thin and long, green and oily, and quite hard to find.

At this moment, she brought the Lian grass to Song Youde: "Grandpa, this is the grass you wanted."

Song Youde was sitting at the door of the roasting room, staring at the thermometer—for the sake of his tobacco leaves, he really didn't want to move half a step, even if he was sweating from the heat, he had to stick to it here.

Seeing the thin, long grass in Song Tan's hand, he couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised: "When I looked at it two days ago, it wasn't that strong. Looking at it today, this grass has grown so oily and bright?!"

Song Tan thought: Isn't it!

When she was young, this kind of grass grew everywhere, and family members used it to weave grass mats. It just wasn't as cool as bamboo mats, so it was slowly phased out.

Now that everything is barren, this grass is hard to find. It was hard to find one by the field, and she had to use some spiritual energy to make it grow so lushly.

For whom?

Isn't it all for silly Qiao Qiao!

That only field mouse was taken by him to his room, put in a shoe box, and fed with rice soup and wild berry juice every day.

Not to mention, this little field mouse looks small, but its survival ability is quite strong. It has been fed like this for two days, and it hasn't had any problems at all.

Now, although it still can't open its eyes, the sound of it crawling and squeaking in the box has become much more powerful.

But it's always rustling in that box, and after all, it's a field mouse. Song Youde felt strange in his heart, so he simply took advantage of having nothing to do to weave a cage for this little field mouse with Lian grass.

Field mice grow fast, and it won't be long before they can open their eyes and start growing fluff.

Besides, it's already May, so it won't freeze in the cage.

Thinking of this, he suddenly laughed: This is because life has gotten better!

When he was young, seeing a field mouse would make his eyes turn green with greed, wishing he could skin it and eat the meat.

By the time Song Sancheng was young, even if he didn't eat it, he would have to hack it to death with a hoe.

Now it's good; he's old, and he's weaving a field mouse cage for a child!

He took the cogon grass from Song Tan's hands and carefully smoothed it out in his palms—making a grass-woven cage for a field mouse, he didn't know if this cage could hold it, he'd still have to get one of those hamster cages later...

Song Youde wouldn't admit that he had been captured by big data in the past two days, and the short videos pushed to him every day were all fat, cute hamsters raised by others...

Cough.

It... is quite interesting.

Looking at the Lian grass in his hand again, there's no need for complicated procedures; just start weaving.

And Song Tan saw Little Zhang packing on the side, and suddenly remembered that it seemed like a long time since she had sent anything to that person in the Imperial Capital.

Although the other party was silent when receiving things and never said nonsense, they introduced big clients without saying a word, which was truly refreshing.

Now that the white fungus is out, shouldn't she send some over for them to taste?

She swore she really only had a heart of gratitude and didn't mean to advertise.

At this moment, she instructed: "Little Zhang, please pack a separate half-jin of white fungus. I'll give you the address later."

"Alright, I know."

Little Zhang didn't know how many times he had sent orders to the Imperial Capital, and he understood as soon as she said it.

Now that they were familiar, he asked casually: "Song Tan, the thing you sent to the Imperial Capital isn't for sale, right? Who is this? Is it your friend?"

Song Sancheng happened to enter the courtyard, and his ears pricked up upon hearing this— ===== CHAPTER 260 =====