Chapter 58: Is There Really Someone Buying?

Is there really someone buying?

Aunt Mao Li was dumbfounded.

And... and she had a mission when she came to the vegetable market today!

Those five bundles of Chinese milk vetch yesterday noon, at first only one plate was stir-fried, but when they started eating, they couldn't help it, and the remaining four bundles were all stir-fried.

Not many people ate the stewed meat at noon, but they ate the vegetables until their bellies were round. But they were comfortable at noon, and there were none at night!

Sun Nu Song Song Ziyi cried when she came back from art class in the afternoon and saw that there were no vegetables sent by brother Song Qiao Song Qiao on the dining table.

Don't look at Aunt nagging about "having a root" and "having a grandson" every day, but she didn't dare to say this to her daughter-in-law.

And the granddaughter is also the treasure of the whole family, and now that she is crying, how can she bear it?

The whole family tried every means to coax her, and promised that she must eat it tomorrow, so she calmed down.

The daughter-in-law then asked: "Mom, you also go to the vegetable market tomorrow. We are relatives, it doesn't matter if we take care of the business, it's rare that Song Ziyi likes it."

Turning her head, she asked Song Eldest Uncle:

"Dad, how much did Tan Tan say this vegetable was a jin today?"

Song Eldest Uncle remembered that Song Qiao Song Qiao said twenty, but in his eyes, how could things grown in the fields be this price?

So he still answered without hesitation: "A few yuan? Seems like two?"

Mao Li then "tsk"ed: "It's also their young people who have many ideas. This thing was used to feed pigs in the past, and now it can make money."

However, she felt comfortable in her heart: "It's not much money to be busy all day, forget it, I'll buy five jin tomorrow."

The whole family calculated the abacus loudly, but when they arrived at Song Tan's place, the opening price of twenty yuan a jin broke Aunt's defense.

They are all relatives, Song Tan didn't intend to fall out with people because of this—after all, she had to take care of Old Song's face, right?

So she put on a standard smile again:

"Aunt, why don't you go look elsewhere, I'm going to close the stall here."

But I haven't bought it yet—Mao Li stood there, thinking of her granddaughter's wailing, and the vegetable price that was expensive to death, and felt even more uncomfortable.

Thinking about it, she turned her head and said:

"Forget it, we are relatives, it's not easy for you kids to do business, twenty is twenty, give me one jin."

While poking her head to look into the basket: "Tan Tan, you can't shortchange me, otherwise I'll have to ask your parents how they educated you."

Song Tan thought to herself that she had been selling vegetables for a month, and this was the first time she had seen her own relatives tearing down the stage!

Besides, she had already said it was sold out.

Song Qiao Song Qiao had already picked up the baskets and said loudly: "Sold out!"

"How is it sold out?"

Aunt pointed into the basket: "Aren't there still a few bundles? Aunt is sending you money, why don't you want it?"

Song Qiao Song Qiao shook his fluffy head, he didn't sell vegetables to people he didn't like, he was very happy in his heart, and his tone was cheerful:

"No, no, those are to be given to Aunt!"

Aunt felt distressed at that moment.

"Twenty yuan a jin, and you give away so much?"

This is what she said—Song Tan doubted how she had lived for so many years?

She raised her eyebrows and looked over: "Aunt, I also sent five jin to your house, isn't that enough relative feelings?"

"My vegetables are at this price in the whole vegetable market. If you want to eat, then buy, don't mention taking care of business or not, I don't lack customers."

"As for whether it's authentic or not... my things are good, so they are worth this price. If you can't bear it, the aunt behind is still waiting."

The aunt behind was indeed watching the excitement—not just her, the vegetable vendors around were all watching the excitement.

Didn't expect to be named suddenly, she was quite supportive at this moment: "Yes, the little girl's vegetables are good, our family buys vegetables from her every day—look, the little girl came late this morning, my daughter didn't wait for her when she went to work, and specially asked me to come again."

While skillfully scanning the code to pay Song Qiao Song Qiao: "Good baby, pack the remaining three bundles for Aunt." ===== CHAPTER 59 =====

Song Tan let out a "pfft" of amusement, truly leaving no room for pleasantries: "So, should I send four bundles today? And another one tomorrow? Am I delivering ginseng here, or wild vegetables?"

"Auntie, since Song Ziyi likes eating them, I'll give you this much face: either you buy all the rest of these, or stop worrying about how much I send to my aunt."

Could Mao Li bear to spend a hundred yuan on these worthless wild vegetables?

That was absolutely out of the question.

Besides, being rebuked to her face by a junior while the entire vegetable market watched the spectacle—where was she supposed to save face?

The aunt rolled her eyes, her face darkening:

"Tan Tan, your uncle and I have been in the city for so many years; we have quite a few connections. I was even thinking of introducing you to a good match! Is this how you treat us?"

"Forget it. It's scraps for pigs; if it weren't for the sake of our kinship, who would be willing to spend money to buy this?"

With that, she turned her head and stormed off in a huff.

Song Tan's expression also sank—it was fortunate that the customers had all left by now.

Otherwise, if she had said that in front of everyone, Song Tan would likely have slapped her right then and there.

Therefore, she raised her voice: "Auntie, if you really find it so repulsive, you might as well vomit up what you ate yesterday."

The aunt's footsteps faltered, and then she stomped away even faster in her little boots.

Once she was gone, the vegetable vendor next door leaned in with a face full of smiles and said sheepishly: "About that... bring a bit more tomorrow morning. I want five jin."

As he spoke, he hurriedly shoved a hundred-yuan note over, acting just like a thief.

Song Tan understood perfectly: "How about it? These vegetables are delicious, right?"

The vendor nodded, feeling somewhat reluctant: "Is the water and soil in your hometown really that good? Have you considered planting other vegetables?"

Song Tan's heart stirred: "I have, but it's not the season yet, and I didn't want to bother with a greenhouse. We'll talk about it next month—you sell vegetables here every day, which ones have the best market demand?"

The vendor glanced at her and sighed: "You can even grow Chinese milk vetch that tastes like this; why worry about the variety? Just plant whatever you want; you won't have to worry about finding buyers anyway."

Song Tan never expected that among this pile of customers, the one with the most confidence in her would actually be this fellow vendor!

She was quite moved: "Alright, for the sake of those words, when the new vegetables hit the market, I'll give you a special chance to cut the line!"

The vendor rolled his eyes: "I set up my stall right next to yours every day; do I even need to cut the line?"

He didn't take it to heart. Anyway, he had already bought the vegetables and had already swallowed his pride, so he might as well do her a favor:

"By the way, if you're going to sell vegetables here every day, you should find someone to see if you can rent a permanent stall—see that? That marked-off area inside the shed? Those are all permanent stalls. Whether you come or not, it's yours, and you don't have to worry about the wind, sun, or rain."

"Your vegetables are expensive, and your profit margin is higher than ours; having a stall wouldn't be a loss. If it weren't for the fact that there are so few stalls here and you have to pull strings to get one, I would have gotten one long ago."

Song Tan did have ideas about the stalls inside, but since her vegetable sales weren't at scale yet, she thought she would put it off for a while.

Now that she had heard the advice, she joked:

"Oh my, after all this time, brother, you've been selling vegetables for seven or eight years, and you're still just an illegal street vendor?"

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