Chapter 751

How could Lu Chuan explain that?

He had to open his phone: "Do you have Taobao?"

Old Zhong was flustered: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Hmm," Lu Chuan showed him his phone: "Just this shop, everything was bought from this shop."

"Oh, oh, oh..."

Old Zhong walked away in a daze, checking his phone on the way, and found that this shop called 【Tian Yuan Ji Shi】 seemed to have something not quite right...

Wait!

Why is there only a shipping fee link in the shop! Where are the goods? What does the shop sell?!

Meanwhile, Lu Chuan looked silently at the exquisitely plated but single-serving meal on the dining cart, then looked back at the people in the room who hadn't eaten yet, and after a moment of silence, pushed the cart:

"I'll go back to my room to eat."

"It's only a bit of effort now, and it doesn't cost us any capital. When it's time to harvest the radishes, the truck will drive straight to our door... If you are willing to believe it, such a large basket of radish seedlings will definitely be fine for an acre or two."

Back at the Old Song family, Qiaoqiao was riding the little electric scooter, carrying two full baskets of lush green radish tops on the back seat:

Speaking of farm work, they were always full of energy and unwilling to stop. Only then did Wu Lan say:

He instantly threw all those thoughts about rural development to the back of his mind, just walked quickly into the courtyard, and then asked expectantly:

"Only one thing," Professor Song warned her: "The vegetable seedlings are given for free this year, but that absolutely won't be the case in the future."

Taking a step back, even if there was no difference, at worst we would bear the difference. It was only once, we could afford it. Anyway, just as Yan Ping analyzed, first cultivate trust in making money for everyone, and incidentally become some kind of... interest community or something.

However, everyone was a decent person, and it was agreed today that there would be no pay for the work, so they were even more active. Just now, they had just finished lunch and were preparing to continue up the mountain, when they were stopped by Wu Lan:

Song Tan nodded: "Don't worry, I have discussed it with my family—actually, it's not really free this year; everyone agreed to help me clear out the vegetable seedlings on the mountain. The place is so big, it's equivalent to everyone doing a day or two of free labor."

By then, growing vegetables would just be a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

Wait! Why has the ground in front of and behind every house on this roadside been hoed!

"Nothing much," Lu Chuan said calmly: "Just some relatively niche local specialties. Star-rated hotels don't see them often, so I was just asking."

Professor Song was full of gratification: "Tan Tan, what you are doing is very good!"

Old Uncle Qi came out to take a look: "Not bad, not bad, these radish tops are tender; we'll eat them for lunch! Lianhua, come and wash them!"

Wu Lan explained: "You all know that my family's things sell for a high price because the seeds are good, the seedlings are good, and the fertilizer is good. If you take these and transplant them back, the taste will definitely not be bad."

That was true.

He thought for a moment and directly lifted the lid of the dining cart.

At the same time, he taught Qiaoqiao: "Look, you can't wash these vegetable leaves one by one, so you can sprinkle some salt and soak them to avoid bugs."

Her spiritual energy should be enough to silently cover the entire mountain, right?

Qiaoqiao ran out of the kitchen and said in a super loud voice: "Stir-fried radish tops with pork cracklings!"

Everyone was exceptionally satisfied with the meal.

On his first day in Beicheng, Lu Chuan didn't get enough to eat.

Will every family want two more baskets next year?

So it's already planted?

Actually, according to the plan, it would definitely be more than 70 cents per jin. But Wu Lan didn't say it for sure; if the price really goes up, we'll talk about it in the winter!

"Old Uncle Qi, I'm back!"

Could the food be bad?

The edges of the hurriedly dug land were still scattered with shrubs and weeds, the emerald green radish tops swayed in the wind, and the soil underneath was visibly darker in color, clearly just watered.

Professor Song nodded: "Transparent!"

"Is that so?" Director Zhang didn't quite believe it. But Lu Chuan was really too calm, so much so that it made him, the director, look like he had no style.

"What's for dinner?"

"Don't go!" Director Zhang stopped him: "What ingredients did you use that even the chef came to ask?"

"If they aren't willing, we can distribute the radish seedlings to relatives and friends; there's no way we'll lose money."

Is this efficiency too high?!

"When the weather gets cold and they grow well, I will introduce vegetable vendors to you. I said, as long as you don't use pesticides or indiscriminate fertilizers, they can collect them for 70 cents more per jin than the market's highest price!"

She also liked to nag, and this wasn't the first time she had said it, but Qiaoqiao still nodded obediently and helped clean up.

"What's the rush? The vegetables in my field won't run away. If you don't plant the radish tops you just pulled, they'll wilt."

And by noon, everyone gathered in the brand-new canteen, full of expectation—they had already tasted it when they came to clean up the chestnuts last time; the food at the Old Song family was truly not bad!

Wang Wang Dashun and Jiang Jiang Dakang, the two brothers, worked together; with that heat and skill, even plain ingredients could be made delicious, not to mention the big pot of rice!

Everyone thought about it: "That's fine, then we'll go back and plant them first, and come back to help you tomorrow."

And radishes are heavy; one acre can produce three or four thousand jin regardless of how you treat them. If people plant them carefully, eight or nine thousand jin is possible. If you calculate that, three or four thousand yuan is not a small amount!

She smiled: "My individual ideas are limited, but if everyone sees that they can make money at their own doorstep this year, the ideas for development in their hometown will increase, and naturally, business opportunities will be discovered."

It's not that hard to make one person rich, but it's not easy to make the whole village gradually become rich and be able to stand on their own feet.

The car stopped at the entrance, and when the door was opened, a fragrance was exceptionally tempting. Professor Song's stomach "growled," clearly the bowl of rice he barely managed to eat at noon had long since digested without a trace.

Once that was said, everyone was stunned: "Really? 70 cents more per jin?!" But radishes in winter aren't worth a few cents per jin anyway! How could the price go up so much?

Although everything in Yunqiao Village had just begun, the burgeoning hope was already far better than anywhere else!

"Alright!" Aunt Lianhua moved the basket to the sink, washing it with a splash, and connected a whole basin of water from another faucet, sprinkling salt and stirring.

A favor of a grain of rice leads to gratitude, but a favor of a bushel leads to resentment. This year, each family is given a basket, and there are even those who have to share it with their aunts and uncles. But what about when they make money in the winter?

After getting two baskets, will their relatives and friends want two more baskets?

"Yes!" Wu Lan said decisively: My family's vegetable seedlings are now grown so large and transplanted; the taste must be better than what's on the market!

But there was still something not quite right...

"As for next year..."

"You should plant more of these radish tops when you go back; in front of the house, behind the house, in the ditches and gullies, this thing grows well."

The next moment, a pungent fragrance hit his face, and Director Zhang roared: "I knew you storytellers would lie! Let me taste a bite!!!"

When Song Tan drove back to the village in the evening, she always felt that there was something not quite right in the village...