Chapter 41

The chef arranged the box of vegetables on his own, and then ran away holding the box.

Little Dr. Zhang's face turned red, watching the wild vegetables being lost, and he hadn't gathered the courage to think of the lines, at this moment, in a burst of excitement, he simply rushed directly to the office:

"Director, I bought some wild vegetables again, everyone go to the cafeteria at noon—"

He stuttered.

Because in this office, in the most prominent position, sat a middle-aged man who was familiar and not so familiar to the people of this province.

The other party looked at him and laughed happily: "Is this a collective trip to the cafeteria to eat wild vegetables? Is it convenient to add me and Secretary Wang?"

Whether this meal is convenient or not, Little Dr. Zhang doesn't know. He only knows that he fell into the clouds, and didn't know what he ate at noon.

Later, many people came to talk to him, he only remembered that he numbly pushed Song Tan's WeChat, and after that, he was dazed again.

Fortunately, the chef was considerate, seeing him in such a dazed state, he separately packed him a thermos bucket of porridge.

Little Dr. Zhang sat in the department and touched his shoulder, thinking: The leader patted me!

Then he happily lifted the lid.

At that moment, the domineering vegetable fragrance directly permeated the entire department, and was smelled by passersby along with the open door.

By the time the meal was finished, even the patients smelled the scent.

Song Tan knew nothing about Little Dr. Zhang's ups and downs in life.

She only knew that since this afternoon, friend requests on her phone came one after another, and the notes were very strange.

Some were called Secretary Wang—oh my, who would come up with a friend request like "Hello, I'm Secretary Wang, may I ask if you are Ms. Song who sells wild vegetables"?

Some were called Bed 46.

Some of them Song Tan knew—the friend requests all had the prefix of the Provincial People's Hospital, probably Dr. Zhang Yuan's colleagues.

However, Song Tan was busy working now, had no time to think carefully, and simply pulled these people into her vegetable selling group.

For a time, no one spoke.

Only the man who noted himself as "Secretary Wang" sent three question marks, and then quickly withdrew them.

But he was clearly the one with the most consumption potential, and asked immediately:

"Hello, may I ask if there are any more wild vegetables of the quality sent to Dr. Zhang? I want fifty jin."

As soon as this was said, he was besieged by the aunts in the group.

【Oh my, young man! Don't be so greedy, we only dare to buy ten jin of wild vegetables.】

【Wild vegetables are no longer sold, only Chinese milk vetch is left, this thing is delicious for stir-frying, but a bit worse for dumplings. If you want to buy it, buy one or two jin to taste, fifty jin is unnecessary.】

【Rest assured, the boss said the quantity of Chinese milk vetch is large, no need to grab.】

Most of what the aunts sent were long voice messages, and in the Provincial Government Office, Secretary Wang listened to them one by one with patience, feeling more and more strange.

This boss who sells vegetables... does she really not take him seriously?

Didn't he ask Dr. Zhang to introduce him? Why is the other party still so cold?

This distraction, by the time he reacted again, he found that the group had started sharing new recipes for shepherd's purse dumplings and Kalimeris buns, followed by photos of stir-fried pork with chili and Chinese milk vetch sent by an aunt...

It really is a serious vegetable selling group.

He, Wang Qing, the provincial committee's big secretary, now has to squat in this group to grab vegetables?

Secretary Wang missed the meal he ate in the hospital cafeteria at noon, and was dazed again—

Actually, if they all taste like that, it's not impossible to join the group and queue up!

Thinking of the leader's endless praise and repeated chanting, Secretary Wang gritted his teeth:

【Boss, I want ten jin of Chinese milk vetch, please ship it as soon as possible.】

Thank goodness, this time it involved money, and the boss finally appeared:

"Ten jin? Do you want it today?"

Secretary Wang was overjoyed: "Yes, I want it today, the faster the better!"

Song Tan was very satisfied with this new big customer: "That's good, I'll go pick it in a while and ship it in the afternoon. But you pay for the courier fee yourself!"

Thinking for a moment, she couldn't help but ask: "You are all Dr. Zhang Yuan's colleagues, right?" Little Dr. Zhang is really meaningful! That twenty-yuan wild vegetable gift wasn't a loss.

Sure enough, there was a response in the group.

The number of people here has now reached 61, Secretary Wang didn't speak, and no one cared at all.

Song Tan looked at the list that needed to be shipped again, couldn't recognize what level of family courtyard this family courtyard was, and turned to throw this matter to the back of her mind.

Old Man Li's cow had officially stepped into the field, eating the fresh Chinese milk vetch so much that it couldn't lift its head. If it weren't for Old Man Li pulling the reins firmly, the old cow would have wanted to sleep in the field at night.

After all, the feeling of being wrapped in faint spiritual energy from all directions was really too good.

And here, Qiao Qiao was picking vegetables on the side, while Song Tan took a video full of pastoral atmosphere towards the old cow and Old Man Li.

Up to this point, although the Chinese milk vetch hadn't bloomed, her material for the first video was enough.

The Chinese milk vetch in five or six fields, relying on retail customers to buy and sell, was tiring and inefficient, and although Song Tan wanted to make money, she also liked to see others eating happily.

Therefore, she had planned online goods bringing for a long time.

She originally intended to rely on the Chinese milk vetch blooming, take a beautiful video and become famous in one fell swoop.

But this Chinese milk vetch is only delicious when it has tender sprouts, and it gets old when it blooms.

She had to edit the few videos she took of picking wild vegetables, cleaning wild vegetables, and the vegetable market, as well as the shots of the fields, to warm up the field first.

Nowadays, the pace of life is tense, the pressure is high, and more and more people like pastoral videos.

Although Song Tan's was shot with a mobile phone and the filter composition was simple, it won because their family was really doing farm work, and the water-spirit of the wild vegetables and the freshness of the Chinese milk vetch seemed to jump out of the screen!

She simply matched it with music, and hung the link to the Taobao store she had just applied for, the title simple and direct:

【Waiting for that nameless little wildflower in childhood memories—Chinese milk vetch】

Small text below: "Fresh and refreshing Chinese milk vetch tender seedlings are about to be listed, free shipping nationwide during the promotion period! Can live stream picking!"

Free shipping nationwide was already Song Tan's limit, so the price wasn't a cent less, still twenty yuan a jin.

The first video directly put the goods-bringing link, looking at the whole network, Song Tan only saw herself. The intention of making money was so obvious, she didn't know if anyone would buy it.

However, the path always has to be walked clearly step by step.

The freshness period of Chinese milk vetch is only these ten days or half a month, sell as much as you can, if you can't sell it, plow the land, and it will still be useful as green manure!

After all, they intended to use Chinese milk vetch as green manure from the beginning! Selling vegetables was just incidental.

This wave belongs to not forgetting the original intention.

As for whether there will be no one to buy online... that's unknown.

Song Tan believes that as long as someone tries to buy, she will definitely be able to keep the repeat customers!

This is the biggest advantage.