Chapter 330

As soon as this was said, Seventh Uncle's expression changed from grinning to slowly becoming satisfied and comfortable.

And then, he narrowed his eyes, as if he had already intoxicatedly tasted the trace of slight sweetness inside, with a long aftertaste.

Making the bullet screen silent.

And then, the one who just said he wouldn't buy it spoke again—

【How about... support it! I'll come for two crates first!】

And at this moment, someone asked cautiously:

【Just came, want to ask if pregnant women can eat pickled green peaches?】

【Those who just came, don't ask any questions in this live broadcast room】

【Why? Can't ask questions in live broadcast?】

【Oh no, you can ask, but if anyone answers, count me as losing】

【???】

The phone held by the bracket stood there, more non-existent than the trees on the back mountain, so much so that Qiaoqiao didn't speak, and everyone forgot they were still live.

Qiaoqiao remembered at the beginning.

But the knife in his hand had its own ideas, when he drew a smooth cross on one green peach after another, he gradually forgot about being a teacher, only remembering to bury his head in hard work.

Making Aunt Until Wu Lan beside him couldn't help but feel heartache: "Look at you, why are you so energetic at work? Not hot? Rest for a while."

Qiaoqiao didn't raise his head: "I'm not tired, I like doing this."

No need to use his brain, the movements are simple, the feeling of piling up a large basin is so satisfying!

Song Tan also laughed: "It's fine, it's not that hot yet, if he wants to do it, let him do it. Our Qiaoqiao is a man!"

Making Qiaoqiao even more emotionally excited.

The unattended live broadcast room, someone drifted a bullet screen weakly—

【So... were we forgotten again?】

【It's fine, he hasn't even closed the live broadcast, so satisfied.】

【Right. It's so hot, why don't you take a nap】

【Wait! Don't you all go to work? Touching fish is touching fish, isn't sleeping too much?】

【Sorry, the company is mine.】

【Sorry, I have a separate office.】

【Sorry, I'm idle here and have no surveillance, do whatever.】

Good heavens, this is still a Versailles live broadcast room!

The remaining social animals who didn't dare to make a sound shed tears of bitterness.

Fortunately, after working until 9:30, Seventh Uncle announced a pause: "Qiaoqiao, rest for a while, otherwise your arms will be sour later."

Just at this moment, a villager outside the courtyard sent the last crate of green peaches: "Old Song, don't pick it today, pick the rest in the evening."

"Fine." Song Sancheng hurriedly said.

The sun was scorching, even if there were peach trees on the mountain, it was unbearable to steam, this was all discussed before.

Aunt Lianhua took the green peaches, and even laughed: "Fortunately, don't do it, I estimate that the jars won't be enough, have to call people to send them in the afternoon."

Qiaoqiao looked at the three large basins of sweet and sour pickled green peaches that didn't need to draw cross knives on Seventh Uncle's side, and the only basin and a half of salty green peaches on his side, and at this moment silently took that crate over: "Let's do the rest too."

Fine, the child is so fond of work, why stop him?

Aunt Lianhua looked at Song Tan, and then pulled the green peaches in the crate into the basin, and rubbed them again.

She wore red plastic gloves, the fluffy green peaches were rubbed into a tender green color, looking even more moving in the live broadcast room.

And on this side, the green peaches were washed clean, rinsed with two waters and handed to Qiaoqiao, and she went to the stove on the side to boil jars for disinfection.

At this moment, the stainless steel large basins in the courtyard were lined up, covered with clean white dust nets.

The glass jars on the side were boiled with boiling water and buckled on the gauze, and were wiped clean one by one by Aunt Lianhua who was free, and also covered.

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Making everyone in the live broadcast room look at it, couldn't help but feel a burst of comfort.

【Although it's done in a farmhouse courtyard, it looks really clean】

【Seems like it's done at home】

【So smooth, the atmosphere is really good...】

【Sleepy】

【The anchor really doesn't treat people as outsiders, the production process is really shown to us】

【I'm willing to watch, but can you give a notice next time you broadcast? Give me some time to order takeout】

【Right, if you give a notice, I won't eat first, so as not to be full and greedy. To eat or not to eat】

And just at this moment, Zhang Yanping asked: "Tantan, how should we price our green peaches? I'll take two pictures with my phone and put them on the shelf, anyway there aren't many."

Actually, there were quite a lot.

Although the peach trees on the mountain were large seedlings planted this year, theoretically they hadn't reached the fruitful period. But under the catalysis of spiritual energy, they grew more luxuriantly than the fruit trees in the fruitful period, just thinning the fruit, one mu could pick four or five hundred jin!

20 mu of mountain forest, how could it be less than 10,000 jin?

These are small green peaches that haven't grown up yet!

Being able to have this weight, one can imagine what a grand scene the peaches will be this year.

However...

Zhang Yanping estimated that this kind of thing belongs to a limited-time additional product, and it shouldn't be sold too expensively.

And the slightly cheaper ones in the shop are the ones that go off the shelf the fastest.

Song Tan thought about it: "How about... old price?"

Old price is 20 a jin.

But Zhang Yanping disagreed: "This glass jar alone costs 5 yuan!"

Song Tan: "So expensive? How about this, 29."

Zhang Yanping thought about it: "About the same, it's hot, hiring people is quite expensive, this cost cannot be forgotten."

200 a day, because the amount needed every day is not much, it's just that melon vines and thinning are troublesome, so they hired two famous careful people in the village.

Good heavens, the live broadcast room listened to it in a daze—

【This is really not treating us as outsiders】

【Witnessed the logic of the shopkeeper's pricing—old price first.】

【How to say? Although it was priced in front of me, and even added 9 yuan to the selling price because of the 5 yuan cost. But I don't know why, I'm still a little moved】

【Green peaches are really cheap!】

【I want to buy!!!】

【Me too!】

【That is to say, 29 a jin, this wave doesn't buy, when to wait?!】

【Can't find cheaper things in the whole shop.】

Tea leaves 50 a gram, silver ear 80 yuan for 10 grams, honey 1000 yuan a jin.

Others, no others.

It's hot, other vegetables and fruits are not even on the shelf.

But no matter how hotly the bullet screen discussed, the people in front of them handled the peaches, set the price, and hadn't even put them in jars when Zhang Yanping even put them on the shelf directly, and then realized something was wrong—

What did they say to Qiaoqiao today?

Live broadcast to bring goods...

Damn live broadcast!!!

Song Tan and Zhang Yanping both stood up—forgot.

Looking at the lonely bracket standing in the middle of the courtyard, exceptionally innocent and pitiful.

Even if thick-skinned like Song Tan, at this moment she couldn't help but clear her throat: "That, sorry everyone, just forgot... these peaches... these peaches are quite good."

Oh my, can't even say it anymore.

And until this time, the bullet screen floated a line tremblingly: 【Only I still remember the watermelon from last time?】

Song Tan's spirit was lifted!

At this moment, in order to change the subject, she dared to say anything: "Isn't it just watermelon? Sell!"

"It's just a bit expensive, express after-sales is also very troublesome—otherwise, how about this, put 10 on. Those who don't care about money can go and shoot."