Chapter 442

To be honest, after Old Zhao took over the vegetable business, he was much more diligent than Song Tan.

Originally Song Tan sold vegetables, it was okay at nine o'clock and ten o'clock, which delayed everyone's (vegetable market middle-aged and elderly army) morning exercise plan. It was different when it was Old Zhao's turn. If it weren't for Song Tan's strong refusal, he could even come at four o'clock, set off at five, and call the vegetable market uncles and aunts to buy vegetables at six!

Anyway, he is not driving.

That's right, the young man with strong muscles who came to help unload paper boxes and packaging this morning is Old Zhao's nephew, Zhao Hao.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Watching people help unload packaging from the car, one hand is worth Zhang Yanping's two trips, Song Tan's eyes are greedy: "Physical strength is so good... transplanting rice must be fast, right?"

Xin Jun, who was holding corn cobs on the side:...

This staring, people's ears are red and she doesn't feel embarrassed at all. Xin Jun is also wondering if... forget it, don't look at Song Tan's beautiful appearance, what is pumped up in her heart is not blood, but abacus beads!

He complained: "Then you just dig people over! It's really capable."

"Forget it, forget it," Song Tan sighed: "Good talents have high wages, I am reluctant. You say, why don't my useless relatives' children have more? I actually don't mind doing family business."

Xin Jun looked at Zhang Yanping who was calculating accounts skillfully, and then looked at Wu Lei who was numbly carrying vegetables back from the vegetable field—these two are not related to the talents Song Tan wants, just cheap, right?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a trace of satisfaction and pride for his 5000 yuan high salary.

And this is the time, today's vegetables are also packed.

Song Tan hurriedly greeted: "Come, come, come, thank you for helping us pull the packaging today, hold these two big watermelons, they are given to you separately."

As soon as this was said, the young man was even more embarrassed: "This... this is not worth it... I didn't do anything..."

Look, look!

Such a simple and honest worker, Song Tan envied: "Take it, otherwise I will be embarrassed to open my mouth if there is anything in the future."

After a round of commercial politeness, Qiao Qiao took out a bundle of eggs from the warehouse—not many, a board of 20, which didn't make up 3 layers: "Brother, this is what our little chicken worked so hard to lay, you must find a good family for them!"

Zhao Hao:... Ah this.

He looked at the eggs in front of him, and always felt that he was not doing business, but entrusting orphans in Yunqiao Village.

Even Xin Jun couldn't help but ask: "What kind of good family are you looking for?"

Qiao Qiao answered as a matter of course: "Of course it's a family that doesn't waste food and doesn't use eggs to roll wounds!"

He watched TV yesterday, where the boy used eggs to roll the girl's wounds, and they quarreled after rolling, and the eggs were smashed to the ground. Thinking about it, my heart hurts.

Everyone:...

"Okay!" Zhao Hao promised seriously: "When I sell vegetables, I must ask those who like to eat eggs if they want them. They definitely won't throw them away." 10 yuan each, who would dare to waste one without trembling in their heart.

And here, Song Sancheng was a little worried: "These eggs are 10 yuan each, will anyone buy them in our small place?"

"So let's test the water first."

Song Tan also said freely: "And it won't go bad in a day or two, if it really can't be sold, take it back and eat it yourself."

Anyway, she saw those sterile eggs and raw eggs on the Internet, and one is several yuan! She is not up to that standard, but the taste is definitely a complete victory. Besides, this is a first-born egg! First-born eggs themselves are more expensive.

Wait for the next wave, the price will drop slightly. Everyone bought 20 yuan of vegetables, and when they met fresh eggs, wouldn't they buy one to taste?

Taste it and you will know it's not a loss.

Zhang Yanping leaned over and asked curiously: "It's also very difficult to buy native eggs now, right Uncle-in-law? Why didn't you raise dozens more at home before?"

This is before Song Tan returned to the village.

Song Sancheng was helpless: "You only see the thief eating, not the thief being beaten—raising too many chickens is easy to get sick. And some people steal. Buy a few chicks at the beginning of the year, and it's not bad if half of them are left at the end of the year... Later, they were all sent to Tan Tan's grandfather to raise together."

"These native chickens lay small eggs, and the family has to eat them. It's not fresh to save ten or twenty, so they didn't sell them."

The most important thing is that he and Until Wu Lan went out to work every year, and it was really inconvenient to feed these things.

Just talking, I saw the old men and old women who went up the mountain to pick Jin Yingzi yesterday also came over.

To say that they were really hardworking yesterday, the three of them added up to pick 120 jin, and they pulled over a whole piece of Jin Yingzi, and there was absolutely no fish slipping through the net!

Fortunately, it was dark, otherwise Song Tan was really afraid that they would have to dig and pull under the bottom—not necessarily, wait for this batch to bear fruit and then pick it.

Fortunately, today's work is different.

The three of them were familiar with the road and cooperated, putting the Jin Yingzi that were spread flat and dried into bags, and then wearing gloves to rub them fiercely, trying to rub all their small thorns clean.

Little Secretary Zhu just entered the courtyard and saw everyone rubbing, her expression distorted:

"Ouch, Chen Auntie, you are not afraid of pricking your hands. You use your feet in the bag!"

"That's not enough effort!" Chen Auntie didn't care to return to her: "My old arms and legs, if I can't stand still, what if I fall? Just use your hands, aren't you wearing gloves?"

"That is!" Li Auntie was not to be outdone: "I worked a lot when I was young, and the calluses on my hands were thicker than now, so I didn't need gloves, just rub them through the sack."

Fine.

Little Secretary Zhu could only admit their greatness.

And then asked Song Tan: "Didn't you say yesterday that you started selling peaches today? Why didn't you see anyone going up the mountain to help pick them?"

"No rush, no rush."

Song Tan was unfolding the folding packaging box with Qiao Qiao and Zhang Yanping: "Didn't you say you were bringing people to see today? If I was busy picking peaches, I wouldn't be able to take care of this side."

Then how can I promote it to people?

Besides, livestreaming is livestreaming, but you have to warm up first, right? Otherwise, although the eagle-beak peach has a long storage period, picking it a day early is a day less shelf life, so let's pick it after looking at the order.

"That's fine."

Little Secretary Zhu thought: The fruit is full but dare not pick, this is in line with the situation that the fruit sales of contemporary fruit farmers are difficult!

It just so happened that it was convenient for her to ask for a few reliable distributors from them.

"How do you plan to sell this peach?"

While speaking, she touched the fruit plate familiarly—a plate of big green peaches washed early in the morning, with eagle beaks, half red and half green, looking refreshing.

Speaking of the price, Song Tan was also distressed, but fortunately, after eating peaches last night, everyone finally discussed a suitable number. "60 a jin, one box free shipping, but only limited to this peach. If you add other things in the store, the added ones are not free shipping."

This is also related to the delivery mode.

The amount of peaches is large, and it is estimated that they will be picked and packed directly on the mountain, and the fruit boxes are all customized, with sponge wrapped tightly, fearing that the peaches will be bumped.

If you add other things in the store, there is no way to express it.

Therefore, Song Tan and the others decided to ship one box for free.

In this way, more people can be attracted to grit their teeth and buy a box to taste, which is convenient for volume.

After all, the vegetables and tea leaves sold usually, those who are not interested will never be interested, but everyone has to eat fruit.

If you praise it more, it is inevitable that you will be moved to buy it and try it.

Little Secretary Zhu was stuffing the peach into her mouth, and when she heard the words, she clicked, and directly bit off the peach tip:

"60 a jin, and you are still so reluctant?"

If she reports the price, people will definitely understand that the difficulty of contemporary fruit sales is not without reason, right?!

Song Tan was justified: "Isn't it preferential enough? 5 jin, I free shipping!"

It's not much cheaper than the original 40.

Besides—

"Just say whether this peach is delicious or not?"

Ah, the long-lost menstrual period. I hope I can regroup after it passes! Good night first tonight!

I swear I won't be a human if I don't write during the day tomorrow!!!

The word count of this chapter is a little bit more.