Chapter 522: The famous Professor Song

Old Zhao didn't get dinner last night, and he was resentful all night. At five o'clock in the morning, Song Tan's family had just gotten up, and he was even squatting at the door!

He originally wanted to complain about Song Tan shaking him yesterday, but as a result, he didn't know why what came out was—

"What's for breakfast?"

What's for breakfast?

You have to fish early in the morning, this is all hard work, you have to eat something to fill your stomach. Seventh Cousin specially boiled a pot of rice last night and put it until morning. This is not, he knocked the big spoon:

"Garlic sprout egg fried rice, want some?"

Green garlic sprouts are simply cut into sections, stir-fried with golden eggs and leftover rice. The pot also cut some fat meat cubes from the braised jar and stir-fried them until crispy, and then paired with a bowl of snow-white noodle soup with a slightly sour tail...

"Oh my! Eating this early in the morning is not healthy!"

Old Zhao happily filled a large bowl for himself first—his way of eating is even less healthy, a bowl of rice with a large spoonful of noodle paste, stirred into a thick state, then used chopsticks to pull the hot top layer into a ball, and then eat it in one bite—

The salty and crispy pork cubes, the clear spicy taste of the just-cut garlic sprouts, the fragrant smell of golden eggs, and the happiness brought by the starch of the fried rice...

Delicious!

!

While he was scooping rice with a bowl, he had to educate his nephew: "Eat slowly, eating so solid early in the morning is not easy to digest. Oh my, we usually eat some clear porridge and small dishes, which is quite healthy..."

Seventh Cousin couldn't stand this kind of person, eating couldn't block his mouth!

However, well...

At this moment, Seventh Cousin, who is old and refined, asked Song Tan:

"Tantan, when selling fish today, sell less, and keep more for ourselves."

Song Tan was stunned: "Then should we keep a few dozen more big fish?"

Old Zhao was instantly choked!

Really choked! He was about to roll his eyes!

He covered his chest, and was beaten by his nephew with a fist against his back, and after finally breathing evenly, he heard Seventh Cousin say lightly:

"Hmm, keep more, there is still half a year until the New Year, it's not like there's no fish to eat at home."

"By the way, I see this Boss Zhao's business is okay? Then some of the general quality ones won't be sold, otherwise it's not easy for him to resell... like white fish strips, small river shrimp, etc., keep them for ourselves."

Old Zhao held his heart, and at this moment his dream almost cracked like a rice bowl!

He jumped out: "Song Tan, I don't pick varieties! Any river shrimp, loach, small white fish, I can!"

However, Song Tan shook her head: "That won't work, small river shrimp are 30 a jin in the wholesale market, yesterday it was because the quantity was small and not picked, so it was sold. Today, if you want 38 a jin, I'll lose money, so don't sell it."

Their local small river shrimp are not big, and the biggest ones are not as thick as a little finger. The color is blue-grey, the shell is translucent, especially fresh and tender, and the vitality is also sufficient. It is truly the appearance of Qi Baishi's "Shrimp"!

When Song Tan was a child, the children touched a few at the edge of the pond and in the field, and they could enter the mouth directly by pinching their heads!

Fresh and sweet, not fishy at all!

But it won't work now. First, crayfish are gradually flooding, and the water quality is gradually getting worse, gradually losing the survival space of this kind of small river shrimp.

Second, it's about parasites! Those in the raw water, naturally, it's better not to eat if you can.

After all, this kind of thing is to prevent a "just in case".

Again, this kind of shrimp is too delicate, and it can't be raised in water after being caught. Generally, it depends on luck to encounter it at the vegetable market.

Old Zhao was anxious: "The price hasn't been fixed! If you think it's not suitable, we can discuss it again, why don't you sell it if you say so?"

Don't say, he also wants small river shrimp!

Stir-fry with leeks and small river shrimp, that guy! Fragrant! Good with rice! He can bang bang and show off two more big bowls!

Song Tan really considered it.

But small river shrimp, not to mention how much can be caught, just this price, she doesn't feel it's worth it without 60! But at 60 a jin, how much can there be? It can't even be raised in water again...

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Forget it, forget it, don't sell it, just like Seventh Cousin said, keep some for the family!

After all, this thing is not durable, the family can eat a basin in one meal, it's better not to sell it.

Pondering this, Song Tan made a decision: "Then wait and see, don't sell white fish strips either!"

Small fish about ten centimeters long, after oil-frying and baking, then stewing, it's called bone-crisp and thorn-soft, no need to worry about thorns, she can eat a plate by herself in one meal, which is also not durable.

Seeing that a breakfast was not finished, the goods had already been reduced by two items, Old Zhao held the fragrant fried rice, both greedy and heartbroken, and at this moment only hated that he didn't burn incense this month!

Otherwise, how could it be like this!

The honest nephew was focused on eating, and soon ate the third bowl, slurping it with satisfaction!

The satisfied honest man also helped persuade Old Zhao:

"Boss Song is quite good to us, otherwise look, one or two hours of road, the shrimp will definitely die more than half when they go back..."

"And white fish strips are very troublesome to clean, we estimate that we have to add money to the vegetable market helpers later, not cost-effective!"

"Just regular big fish, go to the shop and catch and kill them, how good!"

Old Zhao:...

He looked at his nephew who stabbed him in the back with half a mouthful of rice, and at this moment only hated: a good young man, why did he grow a mouth?

Early in the morning, Zhou Maozhu and the few who helped yesterday were waiting by the pond.

Seeing Song Sancheng, and without the dense city customers, a few people couldn't wait to ask: "Sancheng, your fish yesterday really sold for 40 a jin? Is fish so hard to buy now?"

It was really crazy to snatch!

They had been thinking about it all night, really couldn't figure it out, why fish—

And here, Song Sancheng, who didn't intend to hide it, was also light and indifferent at this moment:

"Really! You weren't there yesterday, the price was like that."

He actually cast the net too many times yesterday, and his waist was still a bit stiff this morning. At this moment, he couldn't help rubbing it, while taking the opportunity to think about how to answer...

Thinking about it, the more serious he was, the more natural it seemed that 40 a jin was normal.

Sure enough!

He answered lightly and naturally, but Zhou Maozhu and others were full of disbelief:

"Is fish farming so profitable now? It's okay to sell fish on-site, why are they snatching to buy it—I thought you were looking for a shill at first?"

"Not necessarily, not necessarily!"

Song Sancheng waved his hand:

"You didn't see how much we invested in this fish pond—not to mention anything else, the little old man who followed up the mountain yesterday and looked ordinary, do you know who he is?"

"I'll tell you, we haven't seen anyone so remarkable in our lives—the famous Professor Song from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences!"