Chapter 447

Boss Qian laughed out loud.

He thought to himself: The price I'm giving you isn't low either! If the peaches are truly exceptionally delicious and can compare to the tea currently in the thermos in my sun-protective clothing pocket, then... sigh! Raising it by another 50 cents wouldn't be impossible!

Any more than that, and it would be hard to sell.

The group swayed and rocked as they followed the original path down the mountain.

But the two inspectors frowned with worry: "Do you really have to take this path to transport these peaches down the mountain?"

One or two baskets would be fine, but if the entire orchard's peaches were picked and packed, it would be truly exhausting.

Song Tan shook her head: "No, if you turn onto the main road here and take a detour, you can ride a tricycle."

Otherwise, once hundreds of watermelons are picked, how would we manage!

"That's good."

The other party also breathed a sigh of relief. Although this had nothing to do with their work, seeing this young girl carrying such a large basket of peaches by herself made everyone feel a bit uncomfortable.

They wanted to lend a hand... ahem, it's shameful to say, but seeing how familiar she was with the task, the two of them probably couldn't even keep up with her on this mountain road.

When they returned home, Qiaoqiao's class hadn't ended yet, and Seventh Cousin already poked his head out: "Tantan, how many people are eating at noon?"

Song Tan gestured: "Three!"

Secretary Xiao Zhu was a regular guest now, so her portion was already counted.

Seventh Cousin came out of the kitchen: "Then I'll go to the field to pick a basket of tender corn first."

Song Tan hurriedly instructed: "Pick a few more; I want to eat two roasted ones this afternoon, and boiled ones for lunch."

"Fine!"

Their family grows the most common silage corn; one stalk can produce two or three, and it's not uncommon to have up to 4, but those are just slightly smaller in size.

Compared to corn with better taste, its only advantage is high yield, so the villagers mostly grow it to feed chickens, ducks, and pigs.

But with her spiritual energy nourishing it, the silage corn now has a great taste too.

Just look, Qiaoqiao actually picked a small basket early this morning, but everyone in the family took one and strolled around eating it, and now there's none left.

Upstairs in the study, Qiaoqiao, hearing the commotion, couldn't help but clench his fists: "I told you, I'm the best at growing corn! The corn I grow is the absolute best! I'll grow even more next year!"

Xin Jun nodded: "Fine! Grow it well! Grow ten acres! My family will come to buy it next year!"

Forget about this year. Qiaoqiao only grew one acre, and he originally said it was to feed the chickens, ducks, and pigs. Now it seems it's not even enough for people to eat; only the corn cobs are left over.

Seventh Cousin took the corn husks to wrap rice, and the corn silk was specifically collected, prepared to be dried and kept for soaking in water.

The corn leaves were fed to the grass carp and chickens and ducks in the pond.

The stalks were probably for the pigs... in short, it was thoroughly and completely used, not a bit wasted.

Sigh, he also wanted to eat roasted corn.

Meanwhile, the two inspectors were shocked.

Looking from the outside, this country villa was already beautiful enough, but they didn't expect that upon entering the courtyard, they would find this place to be exceptionally spacious!

In the corner of the courtyard, three old men and women were sitting there, cleaning a strange fruit while chatting.

And on the rack over here, rows upon rows of dried cowpeas, dried eggplants, and layers upon layers of dried chili peppers were hung, a bright red expanse that was exceptionally dazzling.

Faintly, they could even hear the sound of machines coming from a room in some corner.

The two asked curiously: "I hear the sound of machines?"

Zhang Zhang Yanping was gnawing on a peach and paused when he heard this: "Oh, the machine for mixing chili sauce? It's in the room in the farthest corner; otherwise, it's too noisy."

That room was spacious, had a workbench installed, and was tiled with a suspended ceiling. It was much cleaner than working in the courtyard.

He revealed a mouthful of white teeth, his dark and sturdy body paired with an exceptionally sincere smile: "Would you like two jars of chili sauce? They are very popular in our shop!"

Inspectors:...

To be honest, their job of inspecting whether the countryside subsidies were genuine was a very popular one.

Not to mention anything else, even if someone just gave them two bundles of green vegetables, they would be fresher than those in the market, right?

Of course, that wasn't why they were here.

But this family... why did it feel like everything was a bit off?

But as for what exactly was off, they couldn't quite put their finger on it.

The two didn't know how to answer for a moment.

And over here, they saw a middle-aged man pushing a small cart, transporting some sand, bricks, and tiles from outside into another room—

"What is this for?"

"This?" Zhang Zhang Yanping pointed to the pile of Cherokee roses on the ground in the corner: "See that? That's a medicinal herb that needs to be dried. We didn't prepare for it at home before, so now we're remodeling a drying room."

Just like that, at the thought that the Cherokee roses they hadn't counted on were worth 300 yuan per jin, Song Song Sancheng felt full of energy even while moving bricks!

It was also unexpected; they originally didn't want to build a drying room, but now, forced by business, they had to build one first.

Huh?

Medicinal herbs?

"What medicinal herbs?" the two asked casually. They hadn't heard of anyone else in the area growing medicinal herbs.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Zhang Zhang Yanping began to wink:

"It's that kind, that kind! You know, for tonifying the kidneys and strengthening yang..."

He spoke in a low voice, and the contrast beneath his dark, sturdy, and simple appearance truly shocked the two.

This whispering seemed to be about some national secret, and then Zhang Zhang Yanping looked around, filling the air with a secretive atmosphere:

"In our village, there is a very powerful traditional Chinese medicine doctor whom our secretary spent a great price to keep! That skill in prescribing medicine—I won't lie to you, do you know the price of the medicine made with our herbs? It's nearly 1,000 yuan!"

He gestured.

He had heard Song Tan say it was 799 yuan per pill, and at the time, he had grimaced and immediately forgiven Guo Yi for his opinion of him being "ineffective."

However, after searching around, he still hadn't found where Song Tan put the medicine.

Sigh! The money isn't important; he just wanted to see if any customers were willing to buy it at a discount?

Now, when he spoke, he was even more sincere.

Hiss—

The two inspectors gasped, and at this moment, looking at the Cherokee roses that had been split in half and had their seeds removed, they felt a sense of awe.

Then, with solemn faces, they waved their hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, we go up the mountain and down to the countryside every day; our bodies are still fine."

Zhang Zhang Yanping didn't think there was anything wrong with that.

After all, he hadn't negotiated a commission with Guo Yi yet, and praising him now was purely a matter of "hitting three poles whether there are dates or not"—just a professional habit.

Who knew that just as Aunt Lianhua washed a plate of peaches and brought them over to treat the guests, finding a gap, one of them suddenly fell two steps behind and asked in a low voice:

"Is this medicine from the doctor you mentioned reliable?"

Zhang Zhang Yanping:...!!!

The shock inside lasted only a moment; the instinct of a professional middleman kept his expression steady, and at this moment, he lowered his voice with a solemn face:

"You two are responsible for our family's assessment and subsidies! If this medicine wasn't effective, would I dare to brag like this?"

It's really cold when the temperature drops...

Middle age is unavoidable, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk.