Chapter 722: Sugar-Roasted Chestnuts

Proprietor Qian and Proprietor Wang indeed came over early the next morning; they probably bought the midnight tickets, full of sincerity!

However, they were dumbfounded when they arrived at Song Tan's house.

Because there weren't many people left at home.

And Qiao Qiao took them up the mountain. In the chestnut orchard, several long bamboo poles were clattering against the branches, and walking closer, one was truly afraid that the brown chestnut burs as big as fists would fall directly on them!

"Why did they start hitting them already?" Proprietor Wang hesitated a bit:

"Why is Proprietor Song so confident? We haven't tasted them yet, and we haven't discussed the price yet, right? She's already harvesting the chestnuts now; what if we don't reach an agreement?"

He felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart, thinking, is this what people call moral kidnapping nowadays?

However, Proprietor Qian had a different view.

He said vigilantly: "Is it possible that this Proprietor surnamed Chang offered too high a price? Little Proprietor Song couldn't resist and agreed!"

Hiss—

But as he walked, he always felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart...

You are still so straightforward... Proprietor Qian was still a bit moved inside.

This kind of taste, I could eat a whole basket just by eating it plain!

These five acres of chestnut orchard actually didn't need five people.

Qiao Qiao was stunned, and only then did he react: "Don't have any burden, our family has arrangements for how to handle these chestnuts. If you don't want them later, we'll just keep them and sell them ourselves."

Proprietor Qian was also worried: "Qiao Qiao, how does your family plan to handle the chestnuts you keep? Are you still going to sell them in the online store's live broadcast room?"

The chestnuts were already old, and the texture wasn't crisp and tender, but with one bite, that increasingly mellow and unique sweet fragrance still burst forth in his mouth.

It wasn't until then that the chestnut knocking came to a pause; they probably used too much force with the bamboo poles and needed a rest.

But the wholesale price was 20 per jin, so who would we sell these sugar-roasted chestnuts to?

At a cost price of 20 per jin, and then I have to rent cold storage, I really can't think of how to sell them to make money?

Because of this, he couldn't help but want to back out.

The two looked at each other, both feeling a bit bad.

As she said this, she lowered her head and searched on the ground, finally digging out a chestnut bur that had already burst open, and pulled out three shiny, round chestnuts from inside.

But if you want to go in and take a look, the gold honeysuckle on the fence had been pruned quite a bit, but the heavy chestnut burs inside were also being knocked clatteringly, falling in a mess.

I saw it last time; the 80-per-jin peaches were sold in hundreds of boxes.

"You guys taste them first."

Good heavens, these chestnuts aren't for eating as fruit; at most, they are used as ingredients for stewing soup, making snacks, or sugar-roasted chestnuts.

And if they are used for cooking... forget it, forget it, with such good chestnuts, what kind of chicken would be needed to pair with them?

She was still carrying a bamboo pole on her shoulder, wearing a motorcycle helmet on her head, racing against time to catch up with the progress, and then turned around and went back into the orchard, and then stood on the same front as the three people she hired.

Proprietor Qian was hesitating, and at this moment took the initiative to express his stance: "The price is a bit high, but I still want to ponder it..."

This, this, this! If this gets out, I won't be able to show my face!

It's just that a while ago we were begging for them, and now that people have knocked them down, we don't want them anymore...

"Proprietor Qian, why did you come so early?"

After deducting labor and various costs, it should be able to earn a little more than the wholesale price of 20.

So much so that the two stood far away, not daring to cross the line at all.

I had tasted the flavor of the chestnut in my hand.

For some reason, Proprietor Qian and Proprietor Wang shrank their necks and instantly followed Qiao Qiao down the mountain in a dejected manner.

"Proprietor Song, were these chestnuts knocked down for us? What's the price?"

And Proprietor Qian finally seized the opportunity to shout loudly: "Proprietor Song, is Proprietor Song there?"

Old Wang sighed: "Stop thinking about it, 40 per jin, plus transportation, cold storage, preservation, and labor... do you have the ability to sell them for 80 per jin, or do I?"

He was the first to back out.

He spoke of that, obviously very excited: "Such a big iron pot, with black quartz sand inside! Then plug it in, and they will roll with the chestnuts, roll, roll..."

However, Qiao Qiao shook her head: "It doesn't matter! Sister also said that the groups are different, so I planned to sell them myself—we even ordered three sugar-roasted chestnut machines!"

Proprietor Wang instantly had a mournful face: "This, this is too expensive!"

Proprietor Wang wanted to say more, but Proprietor Qian couldn't hold back anymore and threw a straight ball:

"Chestnuts aren't as easy to sell as peaches, I understand that. The tentative wholesale price is 20 per jin, the specific yield hasn't been calculated, but 5,000 jin is definitely there."

Qiao Qiao laughed: "Don't have any burden, the normal process is for us to discuss the price first. I saw the forecast that it will rain for the next three days, that's why I knocked them down in advance."

Qiao Qiao, while speaking, couldn't help but fantasize: "The chestnuts roasted like this must be delicious, right?"

At this moment, as soon as Qiao Qiao joined, the thick bamboo pole was danced by her with great vigor, and the chestnut tree in front was smashed head-on, falling down one chestnut bur after another...

But knocking chestnuts involves thorns and burs flying around, a large-area group attack; in order to hurry up and collect them all home, and for the promise of "even if you don't work a full day, it's counted as a full day," everyone put in all their effort.

But if they are sold just like that...

This isn't a rare idea; Proprietor Qian couldn't help but simulate this process in his heart.

After a while, Song Tan was seen walking out from the depths of the chestnut forest carrying a long bamboo pole.

If it weren't for the fact that we packed the orchard later, Qiao Qiao would have definitely sold them all online.

"I'll keep the remaining two or three thousand jin and process them into sugar-roasted chestnuts; I can still sell them for 80 per jin."

"Old Wang, you say, are we being a bit untactful?"

He said this, and then became a bit depressed: "You say I've been doing this for so many years, why haven't I developed a single high-end client? It's not even as good as Qiao Qiao's live broadcast room."

Qiao Qiao didn't hide it: "If you don't want them, then Proprietor Chang should take away at least 1,000 jin. He will use them as tea snacks in his restaurant."

"If you want to pack the orchard, just give me 180,000."

However, there was only a little bit left.

And what kind of people would buy them?

He looked at Proprietor Wang again: "Old Wang, are you sure you don't want them?"

But at this time, his shortcoming was highlighted—he had almost no high-end clients!

Thinking of this, he felt even more uncomfortable in his heart.

But thinking about the sky-high price of 20 per jin again!!!

Proprietor Wang sighed: "I don't want them, I really don't have clients in that area; if I take them back, I won't be able to develop them."

Even if there were, they were accumulated from the Yunqiao Immortal Peaches last time. But placing peaches and chestnuts there, the temptation to people is completely different. ===== CHAPTER 723 =====