Chapter 440

This year's summer is exceptionally hot. It's only the first day of the minor heat, and the temperature has soared to 39 degrees.

Vegetable vendor Old Zhao drove to Song Tan's house, drank two bowls of tremella soup in the courtyard, and then wiped his sweat fiercely:

"This temperature is too high!"

Brother Wu Lei Lei, who was busy moving watermelons from the back mountain to the car, looked at him resentfully—

The source of his daily labor pain is Old Zhao, who looks thick-browed and big-eyed in front of him!

Damn! It's either going to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables early in the morning, or picking watermelons in the sun in the afternoon...

Now that he has been working at Song Tan's house for half a month, he has been tanned dark, and can only show off those white teeth when looking in the mirror (the tooth decay is inside and can't be seen)...

Even because he has become darker and darker, Lili... Lili hasn't answered recently!

Brother Wu Lei Lei felt very sad in his heart.

But he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and there was a tragic heroism in his heart for fighting for love—

Lili, wait for me! When I fight for our future down payment, we will never be separated again!

Zhang Yanping looked at his back, and sighed with superiority and emotion:

"Fortunately, my brain is more flexible... You say he is quite hardworking in working here. But with this effort, if you find the same job anywhere, the monthly salary is at least two or three times yours here, right?"

"Calculate it fully for two years, let's not say earning a down payment, at least saving one or two hundred thousand for the family is not a problem... Why does he—"

"Who knows?"

Song Tan also looked at Brother Wu Lei Lei's increasingly majestic back:

"Maybe he is essentially homesick."

Zhang Yanping:... I'm afraid you want to say he is stupid.

And just at this time, Old Zhao sighed again: "It's so hot this year, your watermelon can definitely be sold for a long time! Why didn't you plant more at the beginning?"

Is this not enough?

Song Tan couldn't help but be speechless—if it weren't for the lack of money after contracting the mountain, she could have divided this watermelon field into ten or eight parts, and planted a little of everything she wanted to eat.

Old Zhao is also an important partner now, with upgraded treatment. She poured him a cup of old tea leaves, and the faint tea water was in front of him, but he still wrung his hands:

"If it were an ordinary watermelon, I would definitely not say this, but yours is delicious like this—alas! You don't know, we don't sell it abroad, but now people come to buy it by car every afternoon.

"A watermelon of one or two hundred yuan, and they ask for 100 at a time... people are here to buy on behalf!"

But there is no way, he is also fighting a protracted war here, and there are not many watermelons every day. If these hundred are given out, his old customers will not be able to entertain, so he can only give up.

Song Tan doesn't care about purchasing agents, wholesalers, or second-hand dealers...

After all, she has so many watermelons, even if the wholesaler comes to the door, she can't give a big amount at once.

Also because there is no yield, she hasn't worried about finding wholesalers for the time being.

Wait for the reputation to ferment this year, and next year you don't have to worry about it, people will find it themselves.

Old Zhao has been guarding the stall in the vegetable market for many years, and now he has a few business senses, and he chattered:

"I say you, the peach forest is actually not suitable for planting watermelons. No matter how much space there is, it still blocks the sun—watermelons are not intercropped!... You plant soybeans next year, and find a mountain for watermelons—didn't you contract another mountain?"

The place is big, it must be planned like this.

Song Tan responded: "Don't worry."

Turned around and received a call from logistics—her fruit box arrived.

Old Zhao became excited:

"How many in the first batch?"

"1000. At the logistics center in the suburbs, I will pull it back tomorrow."

Old Zhao waved his hand: "Pull what? Isn't the logistics center just outside the city? There are people on duty 24 hours a day, I will bring it to you when I pull vegetables tomorrow."

"The one driving is my nephew, it's okay to arrange for him to do some work—if you are willing, send him a watermelon!"

"Okay!"

Moving and lifting, Song Tan is also quite generous: "Send two!"

Old Zhao smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Good! Don't worry! I will handle it for you!"

And then looked at her expectantly: "Your paper boxes are all back, when will the peaches on the mountain be sold?"

Song Tan thought: "Tomorrow, the packaging box will arrive tomorrow morning, and then arrange picking, and bring goods in the livestream—do you want it? This batch is sold by the box for convenience."

"How to sell it? What price?"

Old Zhao became energetic instantly.

Song Tan: "... This price hasn't been thought of yet, you taste it tonight before talking."

At first, she planned to set it at 40 a jin, and everyone thought it was a bit expensive, after all, the big peaches on the mountain were half a jin each. But I picked a few and tasted them at home that day...

Good guy!

Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun disagreed.

This is not, taste the taste of the best-matured peaches, and set a price.

"You are really..." not in a hurry at all!

Picking starts tomorrow, bringing goods starts tomorrow, and the price hasn't been thought of tonight... Old Zhao couldn't help but be speechless.

He sat in the air-conditioned room for a while, drank two bowls of iced tremella soup, the dryness went away, and seeing the sun set, he simply patted his butt: "I'll go to the mountain to see."

Song Tan thought, and followed with a basket: "Okay, then pick some to taste first, and bring you a few later."

This moved Old Zhao—

"You are really generous now!"

This is... aren't there 6000 fruit boxes later? Having someone on the way to bring it, it saves her from running to the city trip by trip!

But there is no need to say this so finely.

Wait until climbing the back mountain, Old Zhao opened his mouth and looked at the rope net raised high on the orchard, and couldn't help but be speechless:

"You are like building a house, is the defense too strict?"

Song Tan also sighed: "You think I want to! It's not that the fruit is not ripe yet, and the birds come to steal it every day, and they can't be driven away..."

After all, 20 mu of land, driven here and there, even if Da Wang runs and breaks his legs on the mountain, he can't fully look after it, so he simply added a layer of net, treating it as a 360-degree hollow cover, guarding it strictly.

The mesh is as fine as possible, striving to block all sizes of birds outside.

Old Zhao looked at it for a while, and looked at the groups of exceptionally bold birds standing on the net outside, and couldn't help but be puzzled: "Isn't there that kind of very fine silk net now? It seems to be lighter than this, your rope seems to be a bit thick and heavy... why not use that?"

Song Tan sighed:

"People from the Forestry Bureau said that many of those nets have bird-sticking characteristics. If you are not careful, the bird's claws will be hung and it will not be able to fly... If there are national first-class or second-class birds hanging, I have to be involved."

"So, just in case, use this thick thread, just add a cover to the back mountain."

Thorn Song reminds you: remember to collect after reading