Chapter 483

"What money?"

Wu Lan said while fiddling with her phone: "In the early years, when Tan Tan was older, someone came to collect them for 8 cents a jin. Her dad took the small tea shears and worked hard on the mountain for several days."

There were no electric or diesel ones at that time; everything had to be done with small iron shears in hand. After working for a few days, the person would be exhausted.

Now...

Zhang Yanping pondered: "Pruning tea leaves should require a lot, right? 8 cents a jin, it's at least an income. It must have gone up in price now."

Pruning is divided into light pruning and heavy pruning.

Light pruning is just pruning the green, tender, and uneven parts on top, while heavy pruning means pruning more than half of the old branches. The lower the tea branches, the heavier they are.

8 cents a jin is indeed an income.

But Wu Lan shook her head: "You're thinking too beautifully... 3 cents a jin, and they don't want the old branches on top."

"And now the people doing business aren't fools. Once they see there are few people working in the village, they have to raise the price if they want to collect tea branches. They just stop talking about the price—if your family is willing to sell, they are responsible for bringing large machines up the mountain to prune directly."

The dream of tea eggs is shattered.

Sister-in-law Wang waved her hand while saying:

Seventh Cousin was also silent.

"If I had known your family had so many people, you shouldn't have bought all local chickens. You should have matched them with some breed chickens. They grow fast and lay eggs fast... The local chickens we have here have been growing for several years and are just like that."

Not to mention they can't even give 8 mao.

Good guy, one old and one young pondering, obviously they are both very good at living.

Then he looked at Song Tan: "Is it bitter?"

It's just that the chickens and pigs are raised on the back mountain. To go there, you have to go around Wu Lan's house, and ordinary people don't specifically go over to look.

"But..." Song Tan looked at the branches of various thicknesses in the basin and couldn't help but wonder: "But when others make tea eggs, they all use leaves. Can we use tea tree sticks? Will it be bitter when boiled?"

Seventh Cousin:...

But it doesn't matter, Song Tan had already quickly picked out the broken leaves inside: "We can bring the tea tree branches back, then peel off the leaves and stir-fry them to boil eggs."

Working hard before was to make the family feel a sense of progress, and by the way, make the dining table richer.

Wu Lan listened silently on the side and finally couldn't help but speak: "The family really isn't in such a difficult situation now..."

As for the branches...

"Money is only hated when it's needed! The family has money now, but when the wasteland starts to be developed, that little money won't be enough to reclaim the land... I don't want your share. I'll write down the ingredients later, and you can find someone to package it yourself."

Pang Zhen also knows the importance of keeping a low profile:

Seventh Cousin looked at her disapprovingly:

"Boil water, I'll prepare to boil eggs in a while! I don't believe it. The tea leaves are so fragrant, how can the old branches have no taste at all."

He looked at the handful of broken tea branches and leaves that Yanping pruned into the basin and simply waved his hand:

Working hard at the beginning was to catch the weather.

"Sigh, there are only a few chickens free-ranging on the mountain, and they lay so few eggs. My Seventh Cousin said he wanted to make tea eggs. I pondered that a big family eating dozens of them would take a long time to save up! It's better to come and buy some."

"So you mean... the pruned tea leaves are just exchanged for two cases of beer?"

Seventh Cousin instantly looked over, the meaning in his eyes was too straightforward—Zhang Yanping, you still say you don't know how to do business!

Preparing this marinade bag is not easy. Is it another new job when the summer leisure time finally comes?

And on this side, Zhang Yanping silently retracted his neck and turned to Seventh Cousin: "Look, I'm still quite a bit worse than Shen Wansan."

The two chatted while Qiao Qiao quickly picked out 40 eggs: "These were all laid in the last few days, fresh ones that haven't had time to be sold—is it enough?"

"Enough, enough."

He thought for a moment: "Then let's try it first. If it's delicious, Tan Tan, you and Seventh Cousin prepare more and put them in the Taotao treasure store to sell?"

Anyway, with such an arrangement, people in the whole village probably won't have much rest before winter.

"That's true..."

Qiao Qiao didn't doubt it: "Yes, your family doesn't have many people..."

Thinking of this, Qiao Qiao felt tired.

The one called Pang Zhen had picked peaches on the mountain before. Hearing the shout, he hurriedly came out of the house: "Doesn't your family raise chickens? Why, haven't they laid eggs in these few months?"

A family, a dozen or so people eating a meal, one table is almost crowded. If they were making dumplings, they would want to use a whole bag of flour for one meal...

Eh?

"Since our family's tea leaves are to be used this year, I won't go to register. We aren't lacking those two cases of beer—I'm going to buy eggs."

"In previous years when Tan Tan's dad went out to work, the family's tea leaves were sold like this."

And on this side, Pang Zhen also found the person who raised chickens at home in a familiar way—

Got it!

Can't handle it, can't handle it.

Sister-in-law Wang hurriedly agreed. Later... to be precise, since moving, except for Sister-in-law Wang and Song Sancheng who couldn't stay idle, there were basically no particularly strenuous jobs at home, all were done by hired people.

There are no secrets in the village. Everyone knows what Wu Lan's family raises better than anyone else during chats.

Zhang Yanping was amazed.

Continue to hire people to work!

But the recipe for tea eggs... there are hundreds of versions of the ingredients on the internet. How could I be embarrassed to ask for money!

Pang Zhen:... Okay. Don't waste it.

Zhang Yanping:...

Seventh Cousin thought of this and felt it made more sense: "Besides, the relationship between money and non-money isn't big—such good things, you are willing to burn them as firewood? Isn't that a waste?"

At his age, with a house and savings, eating and drinking well every day, and sleeping soundly, what does he need a share for?

"Otherwise, look at how many households are in the village now. Even if I give 8 mao a jin, no one is there! Hiring people to prune tea leaves, if you include machines and oil, 400 yuan a day is not enough, and meals are not included—you calculate how much tea leaves have to be pruned?"

People doing business, who doesn't have an abacus in their heart!

He said, while picking up a branch and chewing it in his mouth.

This kind of marinade bag for tea eggs, if sold a little cheaper, should also work.

Seventh Cousin wouldn't push away what he deserved for fishing because he put in the effort.

"Then use leaves to boil eggs, and branches to smoke meat and roast duck!"

Song Tan nodded: "A bit astringent, and a little bitter."

Sister-in-law Wang also looked helpless: "Didn't expect there to be so much work at home... If you ask me, I don't want to raise chickens. It's not a matter of effort every day, and I have to worry about finding food for them... Isn't it because the child insists on raising them? I'm busy selling goods online now, so I just let him be."

The busiest time is just those few days of picking peaches.

Seventh Cousin pondered: It's not impossible.

"Qiao Qiao, are there any eggs at home? I'll buy some."

"Pruning before transporting away saves us farmers from putting in effort. Although there is income, saving labor means next year's spring tea won't grow poorly."