Chapter 534: One Jin and Postage

"Mushrooms?"

Song Tan thought for a while: "Shiitake mushrooms?"

"No." Professor Song laughed: "There are too many shiitake mushroom growers, and the price is very difficult—" He wanted to say it's very difficult to go up, but thinking of the forty-jin fish, there was nothing to say.

At this moment, he could only nod again: "Yes, shiitake mushrooms. Leave more mushroom sticks in the forest. In the climate conditions of spring, summer, and autumn, you don't need management at all, they are authentic forest mushrooms."

"The output is of course not as good as large-scale planting, but they are also resistant to storage and transportation after drying."

Yanran had already opened her mobile phone: "Cao Guo's yield per mu can be about 200 jin of dried fruit. I checked, a marinade bag uses about 5 grams. 200 jin... hiss! Twenty thousand marinade bags!"

Is one mu of land enough to sell for a year?

But what fruit trees are planted on only one mu of land? All for home consumption?

Seventh Uncle was thoughtful and didn't forget to exhort: "Tantan, ginger, plant more ginger! Marinade bags are indispensable, and I can match dried ginger tea later!"

The family also planted it this year, just a small piece of land the size of a palm. Now the ginger hasn't been dug out, but it's definitely not enough for long.

This thing is like garlic and small green onions, it's indispensable at any time.

Seventh Uncle is very interested in everything that can be cooked:

"If it can't be sold, ask Doctor Guo, those who do traditional Chinese medicine also need dried ginger slices! And fresh ginger, the price is not low."

He has opened up new ideas, and at this moment, the ideas for making money are one after another! Song Tan was overjoyed, and then instantly withered:

"Still lack of people..."

Zhang Yanping also opened his mobile phone and calculated: "Twenty thousand? That should be able to sell for three months? How much to plant specifically, wait for me to sell a batch of tea egg marinade bags to see the market."

Thinking of this, he remembered: "Oh, I forgot to say hello to the few people introduced by Professor Song, calculate the price, and send a few more jin at a time..."

Saying this, he hurried to make a phone call.

Nancheng.

Wu Jun rode his old motorcycle that was roaring loudly back. His wife was cooking with a big belly. Seeing him sweating profusely, she couldn't help but sigh and be helpless:

"Don't go out tomorrow, it's so hot, it's suffering."

Wu Jun was also helpless: "What to do if I don't go out? In summer, people eat barbecue and crayfish, and spices are used the fastest. We still have so many Sichuan peppercorns planted at home, we have to sell them! Otherwise, wait until autumn, and there will be new Sichuan peppercorns."

He was also helpless. Why are the big guys now not picky about eating!

When he went to the seed meeting, the new variety cultivation jointly organized by the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, he knew it was good as soon as he tasted this Sichuan peppercorn. After consultation, he found that his home was also suitable. He hesitated for a night, and the next day he went to apply for planting guidance!

A year of hard work, the family fortune was smashed into it, but such good things had no market!

Oh, it's not that there is none at all. There is an old-fashioned hot pot restaurant. He went to promote it. After the boss tasted it himself, he recognized his family's Sichuan peppercorns.

But the problem is, the reason why it's old-fashioned is because it doesn't chain or franchise, and there is only one store in total! Even if guests come like clouds every day, the reception capacity is limited.

Sichuan peppercorn is this kind of thing. The yield of dried Sichuan peppercorn per mu can be 300 jin. He served it carefully. His family had ten mu of land, more than 3000 jin! But he never expected that because the price was expensive, many people didn't even taste it when promoting!

Later, a barbecue restaurant boss he knew well told him:

"Your Sichuan peppercorns, the flavor is really enough! Very good! It's just one point, expensive... Look at the Sichuan peppercorns I collect on the market, 18 per jin. Our barbecue is very conscientious, all good materials, this quality is very good, right?"

"But yours is 30... Look, there is no such expensive one! Our barbecue also has costs!"

There is another point, it was only when chatting with the hot pot restaurant boss that he figured it out.

The hot pot restaurant boss praised his Sichuan peppercorns for having enough flavor, so when matching hot pot, he had to readjust the ratio, so that the taste would be better...

Wu Jun thought about it and understood.

Most of the hot barbecue and hot pot restaurants have their own barbecue ingredients. His Sichuan peppercorns are not only expensive but also have enough flavor. After being matched, it is best to adjust the whole, otherwise, some customers who like the old taste might mutter...

But business is good, which means the taste has been accepted, recognized, and even accustomed to. Readjusting—it's unnecessary...

As for the barbecue restaurants with poor business... business is not good, they are even more reluctant to spend money, and will choose cheaper barbecue ingredients instead.

Back and forth, Wu Jun was also numb.

Just... he thought about the sales problem before planting, and even investigated the market, but he never expected that it would be for such a reason!

At this moment, he had made up his mind: "I plan to go to Shancheng tomorrow. People there know how to eat spicy food and hot pot. I will go to promote it locally!"

Can't be anxious, can't be anxious... Wu Jun calmed down slowly, but didn't hear his wife speak.

When he looked over again, he saw his wife also hesitating: "My due date is in these half a month... You are going out... There is no one at home, and my parents are not here. I'm a little worried."

【The novel app that has been running stably for many years, comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, the source-switching app used by old bookworms,】

On one side is the Sichuan peppercorn inventory waiting to be cleared, and on the other side is his wife.

Giving birth, sitting in the month, bringing up children...

It made Wu Jun sweat with anxiety.

He gritted his teeth: "Okay, at worst, I'll go after you finish the month. It just so happens that I have to be busy in the fields recently."

His wife hesitated for a moment—if everything goes well, it will be September or October after the month, but the picking period for Sichuan peppercorns this year is at the end of August!

This is also the reason why Wu Jun is so anxious now—he still has a thousand jin in inventory!

The couple ate dinner without tasting it.

As usual, they went out for a stroll. Walking and walking, his wife looked at the pond and lost her mind, and then shed two lines of tears:

"I really want to eat crayfish... Wu Jun, if the Sichuan peppercorns still can't be sold, don't farm anymore, sell crayfish! You were so good at making crayfish at the beginning... I really want to eat, woo woo woo..."

Wu Jun:...

His dad was the one selling crayfish. Every summer, from noon to night, guests came like clouds every night. Wu Jun followed him for a few years after graduation. He made a lot of money, but he was exhausted like a dog.

When they were on a blind date, his wife asked him if his ID age was seven or eight years younger...

When Wu Jun went home to take a shower, he smelled the faint barbecue smell on his body, and he made up his mind to change his career!

This is not it, his parents sell barbecue and crayfish in the city. Nowadays, they make a lot of money every day and can't spare time.

He plants Sichuan peppercorns in the fields. He has time, but all the money he made from selling barbecue was spent, and he quarreled with his family and hasn't reconciled yet...

At this moment, he couldn't speak either.

And just at this moment, the phone rang. It was Professor Song, whom he met at the exchange meeting before.

After hanging up the phone, he sighed—Professor Song was kind. Although he was just a layman who consulted a few questions at the time, he still left him his phone number and said if there is a problem, just ask...

Now he has nearly two years of planting experience, but he didn't expect Professor Song to still be concerned about this matter...

This is not it, he just called and asked if there are any samples to send over, and he even transferred money...

Wu Jun opened his mobile phone and looked at it, laughing and crying:

Transfer 50, the note is 【One jin and postage】. ===== CHAPTER 535 =====