Chapter 268

Song Tan laughed: "Uncle, I use WeChat too. It sells quite well. Are you free? If you are, I'll take a few beehives."

The beekeeper's expression visibly revealed a trace of envy:

"You young people really have flexible minds. I've heard there are people selling on Tremolo, selling on Tieba forums, and there's also Weibo..."

He turned his head to look at the few beehives beside him, and the few jars of honey he had specifically brought over, and simply waved his hand:

"I'm waiting for someone! Go get them yourself. They're right behind my tin shed; there are about five or six empty beehives, take as many as you need."

"50 yuan each, but those are empty boxes, without the gauze cover, partition board, or bee cloth. If you want the full set, dig through those beehives; they're all put together. That would be 80 yuan each."

This price was truly fair, and Song Tan agreed immediately:

"Alright."

Being fellow villagers, that's how business is done.

Song Tan simply got into the car: "Then Uncle, I'll go get them myself, and I'll transfer the money to you later."

"Alright, alright, go ahead..."

A sedan drove over from afar and honked its horn.

The beekeeper stood up instantly, full of energy: "The person I'm waiting for is here, you go back first!"

Song Tan also followed suit with a smile, and then got directly into the car.

She turned back along the small path and sure enough, saw several beehives piled up behind the tin shed, covered in dust and leaves. Upon opening one, she found that the bee cloth, partition net, and cover board were all inside.

She pondered for a moment, and seeing there were only 5 left, she moved them all directly into the car.

Anyway, with the way the bees were breeding, they would be needed sooner or later.

The 400 yuan had just been transferred, and seeing that the other party hadn't accepted it yet, her phone vibrated, and the beekeeper's loud voice came through:

"Miss, have you left yet?"

"No," Song Tan wondered: "Is there something else?"

The beekeeper suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said loudly: "My client here wants to go to Qingxi Town. There's navigation for the main road, but the small path down here is hard to find. Could you lead the way in front?"

"Alright."

Qingxi Town is the small town where Yunqiao Village is located. Song Tan was going to pass through the town anyway, so she agreed directly.

The sky in the distance was dark and heavy, and it seemed like a heavy rain could fall at any moment. She waited patiently for a while, and before long, she saw the beekeeper riding his motorcycle over, followed by a sedan struggling to crawl along the small mountain path.

Just... on a road like this, it actually makes one feel sorry for the chassis.

The beekeeper smiled: "They were introduced by my client, and only then did I find out they are locals, just haven't been back in ten or twenty years."

At this moment, a head poked out from the driver's seat, and the young man greeted Song Tan: "We plan to go to the Qingxi Town police station to handle household registration matters. Miss, could you please lead the way?"

Sure. Why not.

Song Tan turned and got into the pickup truck: "Follow me."

Halfway there, she suddenly remembered—although she wasn't in school or working, wasn't today the weekend?!

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Sure enough.

Standing at the entrance of the police station, the couple was obviously a bit dumbfounded—they had done all the preparation work, and their memo was a long page, how could they not have thought that today was the weekend?!

Song Tan sat in the car, and seeing their helpless appearance, couldn't help but ask: "Then... do you have any other places to go?"

They probably wanted to go back to the city.

There was no other way. How remote and barren is Qingxi Town?

There was only one old hotel in the town, and looking at that hotel, Song Tan felt like it hadn't been lived in for ten years.

Not to mention whether these two would be willing.

The young woman got out of the car and stomped her feet, her face full of pain.

The young couple sighed, and just as they were about to climb back into the car, they saw a young man walk out of the Fengfeng Express entrance diagonally across from the police station:

"Song Tan!"

Little Zhang Ge was calling her loudly at the entrance: "Song Tan!"

Song Tan hurried over: "What's wrong?"

She heard Little Zhang Ge say: "Didn't you call me earlier to ask me to pack? Are the goods ready? I can send another batch to the city at 6 PM. I'm leaving at 4 PM. If you can get the packing done here in time, I'll make a trip over."

Little Zhang Ge was obviously very considerate: "Otherwise, I'm afraid your peach blossoms won't be easy to preserve."

Especially since it was about to rain, the flowers must have been picked already.

"I can, just packing is fine, it's very fast."

Song Tan nodded, and then looked at the message Zhang Yanping had just sent:

"There are more orders for white fungus this morning, just send them together. Oh, and tea bags—bring more document bags."

Little Zhang Ge was happy: "It just so happens my wife's parents are coming over tonight, I plan to get a few jin of baby bok choy from your field—do you still have some?"

"Yes."

Although there wasn't much left and it had been taken off the online shop, it was enough for home consumption.

It was no problem at all for Little Zhang Ge to buy a few jin.

However, Song Tan laughed: "Little Zhang Ge, you're wealthy now, you can afford to buy my family's vegetables?"

Little Zhang Ge's face turned red, and he tried to save face: "What do you mean wealthy? I've always been able to afford it, okay? Didn't I buy those bamboo shoots you had back then?"

He did buy them, but only once or twice. Every time he ate them, it was like eating his own heart; he would tremble.

Song Tan had heard Little Zhang Ge's wife say that more than once!

Looking at the sky again, the muffled thunder continued, and the sky had turned gloomy. She said hurriedly: "Let's go, let's go back and hurry."

And the couple in the distance looked at each other:

The dark-skinned young man was full of expectation—he was really greedy; he dreamed of eating this family's food again in his sleep!

The man hesitated a bit: "No need to buy local specialties, we can ask our relatives to mail them later."

"Are you stupid!"

The girl chided him: "Who do we have close to us here? Asking relatives means owing favors, and we'd still have to pay, why bother! Since we're back, we're back."

"Just right, you can also show me the things from your mountain village."

The man gritted his teeth: "Alright!"

He had gone to other places with his parents when he was young. After so many years, he had finally managed to get his household registration and buy a house, and had only just returned to his hometown. How would he know what local specialties the mountain village had?

Buying honey was only because someone introduced it.

After thinking for a moment, he simply walked up:

"Is your family selling local specialties? What do you sell? My wife and I are back and want to buy some."

Song Tan and Little Zhang Ge looked at each other, and Little Zhang Ge smiled: "Song Tan's family's things are sold quite expensively. If you want to buy local specialties, there are two shops in our town. They are affordable and the quality is not bad. You can go take a look."

The couple was puzzled—is there anyone in the world who does business like this? Pushing customers away?

The two looked at each other, and their curiosity was piqued.

"Quite expensive? Why is it expensive? What are they? We want to see."

Little Zhang Ge:...

Why won't they listen to advice!

Is Song Tan's house a place you can just go to easily? Don't end up spending all the money you saved for the household registration!