Chapter 723: Feeling Bad

At 8:30 on an autumn morning, the sun was already bright, the mist in the distant mountains hadn't dissipated, but Song Tan's low-key but well-equipped factory had officially started its first use—

In the courtyard's shade, baskets of brown chestnut burs and scattered chestnuts were piled full. Five aunts came over chatting with scissors in their hands, and upon entering the courtyard, they widened their eyes and exclaimed:

"Oh my! They're so big!"

Of course!

This courtyard was on the other side of the mountain, previously a barren mountain and wild ridge, and hard to climb; the old men and women wouldn't even walk this way to gather firewood. Now, at a glance, it's incredible!

The old Song family is doing big business!

"Such a big courtyard, bigger than the toy factory I went to the year before last!"

"The building isn't as big as other people's workshops, but it's incredible too! How many people would it take to fill this?"

The old aunts were natural gossips, their curiosity far exceeding that of the contemporary youth. At this moment, while Wu Lan hadn't come over yet, they hurriedly looked around the empty factory (actually, there were still Wang Dashun and Master Jiang). For a time, the spacious courtyard was filled with their sighs of amazement.

However, they just looked around, and soon, Zhang Wangjia rode over on a tricycle.

Zhang Wangjia also wore gloves to help clean up, while laughing: "You guys are getting 100 a day, why are you still slacking off? I'll have to tell Wu Lan later."

The aunts laughed: "Good for you, Zhang Yanping, building such a good big factory on the mountain without a word, and you didn't even tell us! Will you be recruiting in our village later? How much will you pay a month?"

That can't be, right?! How could they have packed them?! The two proprietors absolutely didn't dare to believe it.

They weren't unaware, they just hadn't thought it would be so big.

"How would I know? It's village work, what kind of wages could there be? Probably just like me, two or three thousand at most."

The tricycle rode directly into the courtyard, followed by Wu Lei. He wore thick gloves, and upon getting off, he skillfully carried the full baskets and dumped them onto the chestnut pile, then stacked the empty baskets aside.

Ah, this.

Proprietor Wang cautiously asked: "Then can I buy more tremella?"

"Who says it isn't?"

"It's just that the two of us think your tea leaves and tremella are quite good, and we want to buy a few more jin; the family can't be without these."

"Brother Yanping, we didn't reach an agreement on the chestnuts. But we still want to buy some tea leaves and tremella, a few more jin, do you think that's okay?"

"Packed fifty jin?" Proprietor Qian was shocked; this Proprietor Chang was indeed very capable. He and old Wang had to pool money just to pack an orchard!

Honestly speaking, after not seeing each other for a few months, this Zhang Wangjia seemed even fiercer. But after all, they had interacted before, so they weren't as afraid as they were of Proprietor Chang, and instead squeezed out a smile:

He held up a palm: "This number!"

And Proprietor Qian and Proprietor Wang followed the mountain road down, seeing the small factory from afar, and couldn't help but follow, then stood at the entrance and doubted again:

Proprietor Qian was also sad: "But think about it, Proprietor Song didn't hide it, saying it could be made into sugar-roasted chestnuts—but where would we send them? Can the supermarket sell peaches for dozens of yuan each, but would they want sugar-roasted chestnuts for over a hundred yuan per jin?"

Although it hadn't been discussed whether to recruit fixed workers, with such a big factory, it shouldn't be that not a single villager would be wanted, right?

—That must be because Proprietor Song is angry!

Proprietor Qian was very desperate.

"You say, Old Wang, is it really okay if we don't want these chestnuts? I've already prepared the money, and now I feel empty inside."

Zhu Lunming was even more embarrassed: "The tremella was also packed away, sold for 3,000 per jin."

At this moment, the bitter tears were about to fall.

For a time, everyone's heart for work was lifted!

In the end, with a capital of 100,000 or 200,000, tossing and turning for a few months to earn another 100,000 or 200,000... that's not as good as us selling fruit like usual.

Zhu Lunming withdrew his hand: "20,000 per jin, they took 2 or 3 million worth of goods."

"Can't sell them anymore, those were all packed by Proprietor Chang."

Comparing it like this, this job is really quite good!

Thinking of this, the two felt much more comfortable.

Zhang Wangjia was stunned, not caring about whether the chestnuts were discussed or not, but instead asked: "Ah? Did Tan Tan call you to buy them? That can't be, right?"

"That's still a bit little, but I'm already 57 this year, no factory wants me for working away, unless it's the kind of factory no one wants to go to..."

"I have to buy some too, my old lady said their tremella is good, it helps with constipation. You also know, old people fear that the most, I have to hoard two more jin."

I haven't snatched things online, but my child has! As long as it requires the word "snatch," basically ordinary people can't snatch it.

20 yuan to collect, then you have to hire labor, package, and have certificates and permits...

Pulling stools, grabbing baskets... soon, everyone put on gloves and took scissors, skillfully clamping a chestnut bur and stepping on it with their feet.

However, when they went down the mountain, they just happened to run into Zhang Wangjia holding his phone, preparing to go out.

"So you see, this tea is really not that I won't sell it, it's just that the little bit left is really only enough to keep for the online store to solidify fans."

Zhang Yanping hadn't heard a word or two when eating with the old Song family, but he didn't like to talk before, and now he wasn't the kind of person who talked too much, so he was confused:

The dried tremella saved since the beginning of summer now only had a few dozen jin of whole ones and a few dozen jin of broken ones left.

Two or three thousand is not a little!

Then the blade of the scissors stuck into the gap, and then bent in the opposite direction—

"I said so." Zhang Wangjia breathed a sigh of relief, then said directly:

The two proprietors sighed, dejectedly going down the mountain again. While pondering: "Since we're here, business might not be done, but friendship remains. Proprietor Song shouldn't be unwilling to let us eat a meal, right?"

"I'll buy some more tea leaves."

He finished speaking and explained quite sincerely: "But don't worry, we aren't that kind of people. We've had a relationship, if the two proprietors really want them, go to the online store and squat every day, it's more cost-effective to buy them for 10,000 yuan."

But in other words, others aren't willing to go, I'm 57, I'm not necessarily willing to go either!

The aunts became excited: "2,500 a month, 30,000 a year, and you don't have to eat poorly or sleep poorly away from home..."

"No, no, no!" Proprietor Qian thought Zhang Wangjia misunderstood Song Tan, and hurriedly explained: "This has nothing to do with Proprietor Song, the business didn't go through, I didn't say anything, and she didn't tell us to buy anything, she even said you guys had already prepared how to sell them."

Three squeezed, shriveled, and round little chestnuts were exposed.

Zhang Wangjia didn't hide it: "Except for keeping a portion for us to put in the online store to attract fans every day, the rest were all packed." ===== CHAPTER 724 =====