Chapter 820

Although Lu Chuan hasn't visited the Taotaobao shop for a long time and basically doesn't watch the livestream, there is still some news in Song Tan's Moments.

When he scrolled past it and told the courier, the other party was instantly fooled by this spring-and-autumn brush technique—

Yes, the things are so good, it's normal that they signed a contract with someone and can only sell to that one place, and won't sell to other places.

Now that there is still a little bit online every day, it's probably the shop selling it secretly, right?

Thinking about it this way, the reason he can't grab it himself isn't because his internet speed isn't strong enough or his hand speed isn't fast enough, it's purely a matter of quantity.

Since that's the case, no matter how much unwillingness he has, he can only sigh in frustration:

"Sigh!"

But he really is unwilling. Before leaving, he muttered: "You say their things sell so well, wouldn't it be better to sell them in small quantities at a higher price? Why must you lower the price for wholesale?"

Lu Chuan, who was closing the door:...

According to the average person's way of thinking, selling in small quantities must be more expensive than wholesale prices. But although he doesn't chat much with Song Tan, just looking at this price, he should have some idea, right?

The other party... doesn't look like they are lowering the price for wholesale!

Instead, this way of selling in limited quantities every day looks more like lowering the price to attract fans...

He carried the big box, and couldn't help but laugh at this moment.

Looking again at the box at his feet that was not only big but also heavy, the courier slip clearly stated the weight:

25kg.

Lu Chuan:...

At this very moment, he felt once again that it was unclear who owed whom this favor.

But by now, he had become carefree. He opened the box without any burden, just stared at the neatly arranged red-skinned and white-skinned sweet potatoes inside, and couldn't help but laugh again.

Song Tan was indeed thoughtful. These sweet potatoes were clearly carefully selected, even the sizes were about the same.

And in the courtyard of the old Song family in Yunqiao Village, Qiaoqiao sneezed loudly and was looking at Song Tan: "Sister, are we moving sweet potatoes into the cellar today?"

"Wait two more days, let the moisture dissipate a bit more—you didn't forget the 50 jin of sweet potatoes I asked you to box up last time, right?"

"I didn't!" Qiaoqiao smiled and claimed credit with her: "I picked them especially well, and I arranged them neatly before sending them out!"

Song Tan said "Oh", not caring how they were picked: "As long as they were sent out."

Her focus was on Zhang Yanping, and she was puzzled at this moment: "How much can you earn at a price of 29? These tea seeds of ours aren't oil-tea camellia specifically used for pressing tea oil. The yield of tea seeds is limited, it's not necessary."

That's right, having a regular long-term boss, Capitalist Song now looks down on these petty profits.

"Besides, this thing can't be eaten or drunk after being pounded... isn't anyone's tea seeds fine? There's no core competitiveness. It's easy to affect the reputation if sold, and be called cutting leeks."

People all have this psychology. In fact, with Zhang Yanping's pickiness and vision, the cost of ordering some matching tool gift boxes would be at least five yuan. Although tea seeds aren't worth much, labor always costs something.

Plus the courier... compared to other things at home, this business really didn't earn much money per order.

But, these pounded tea seeds really don't have much practical value. Compared to other high-priced foods in the shop, it's easy to make people have this association.

Song Tan promised Professor Song to do quality slowly in the early stage, so she must avoid this kind of reputation as much as possible.

Professor Song didn't say it clearly, but who in the family doesn't know he has a big plan!

Since that's the case, Zhang Yanping had to give up.

Seven-Table Grandpa muttered: "You are the ones who are picky... That tea oil is a hundred or so yuan for a small bottle in the supermarket. With our family's tea seeds, pound a bit more, and it's also a good thing for you women to apply on your faces... what do you mean no practical value? It's that you don't dare to use it."

Zhang Yanping was also dumbfounded: "It's not that we don't dare to use it, we have to be responsible to the customers when selling things."

The hand-pounded tea oil process isn't up to standard, and disinfection isn't in place. How can we promote to the buyers that it can be eaten?

As for applying on the face—oh my, young people nowadays dare to put anything into their mouths. But the face is different. If something happens to the face, it's hard to deal with.

Earning these few yuan from one order and taking such a big risk... it's not worth it.

Seven-Table Grandpa also knew in his heart, but he was just unwilling at this moment: "Actually, Little Jiang said pressing tea seed oil is quite good. It has high nutrition, and the flavor of cooking is also different. If you don't sell it, just find some people to collect them back, and we'll press it ourselves."

Press it yourself?

Zhang Yanping was stunned: "Doesn't that mean we have to buy an oil press?"

Seven-Table Grandpa shook his head: "Tea oil, essentially, is all pounded out like this—later, take a pulverizer to break the tea seeds into tea cakes, and then get two hydraulic presses to press all the oil out of that tea cake. It's also simple."

Mentioning food, Song Tan became energetic.

But she thought about it, and this proposal wasn't very reliable.

Why?

Because the oil yield of the tea seeds of their kind of tea tree isn't high, and the yield is also low. It's not oil-tea camellia specifically used for pressing oil.

In this way, that hydraulic press might only need to be used once and then left idle for a year. The utilization rate is too low.

Song Tan was just about to explain when she saw Guo Dong suddenly enter the courtyard: "Song Tan, I see that the grafted Jin Yingzi on the mountain is growing very well. It's estimated that it will bear quite a lot of fruit next year. But I can't use such a large amount here..."

After all, this medicinal ingredient only accounts for a small part of her prescription.

"If you are willing, I will introduce my school teacher to you later. I mentioned it on the phone today, and he is also very interested in this kind of good medicinal material."

Song Tan thought about it: "Okay!" Medicinal materials, it's normal for them to be unpopular. It's no problem to have a few more customers.

And Guo Dong's idea hadn't been finished yet—

"By the way, I saw your Jiang Master picking tea flowers on the mountain that day. I also want to go pick some, and dry them to soak in water to drink later."

Dried tea flowers soaked in water can beautify and nourish the face. Her complexion has been quite good during her recuperation in Yunqiao Village for the past six months, it's just this dark skin...

Doctor Doctor Xiao Guo Yi looked at Zhang Yanping unobtrusively, and then nodded in her heart with satisfaction:

Thank God, it hasn't reached the level of Zhang Yanping yet.

Zhang Yanping was stared at by her gaze, and for some reason, he felt uncomfortable all over. He asked subconsciously at this moment:

"Only tea flowers? Do you want tea seeds? Pounding tea oil is so much fun."

Doctor Doctor Xiao Guo Yi's hometown, Huacheng, has many plains and doesn't grow tea at all. Hearing this strange term, she couldn't help but be stunned:

"Pounding tea oil?"

She reacted: "Can the tea seeds on your mountain also produce oil? Then share some with me. When winter comes, I will make a few more tea oil hand creams for you."

At this, Song Tan was also stunned:

"Aren't you a doctor? How come you also know how to make hand cream?"

Guo Dong blinked her eyes in confusion: "There are many tutorials for this online, and there's no difficulty... Don't you want tea oil? I suggest you try it. The moisturizing degree of tea oil is very high."