Chapter 990

The old pickup truck had hauled pigs and vegetables; Song Tan didn't expect that one day it would be used to haul people...

The forests on both sides of the road were pitch black, and the solar streetlights could only faintly illuminate the whitish road surface; the winter night was quiet and prone to fantasy...

But Song Tan wasn't afraid of anything, and Song Qiao Song Qiao hadn't thought of anything, instead wearing a hat and squatting in the truck bed, swaying and happy:

"Sister, it seems like we're selling piglets!"

She paused and corrected: "No, they're big pigs now."

The big pigs' warm drunken intent had long since dissipated in the courtyard, and now, blown by the night wind, they huddled their heads and squatted to maintain balance, looking as obedient as sculptures at this moment.

And Song Tan, listening to the fragments of conversation in the back, couldn't help but laugh—it wasn't hauling pigs, it was clearly selling people!

Drinking is harmful!

The dormitory down the mountain was tidied up, but it was much colder than the stove fire up the mountain; now the only people staying there were Aunt Lianhua, Professor Song and his wife, and Master Jiang and his wife...

Eh?!

After all, when they first started feasting, who would remember those who fell asleep on their chairs after just one round! They were probably still sitting in the restaurant at this moment!

Song Tan:... Sorry, I really forgot!

Nie Mao walked forward two steps, and saw that on the slope, Wu Lan was riding the family's red tricycle, with several people squatting in the back bucket.

Song Qiao Song Qiao laughed: "Grandma, your vegetable plot is all left for me to raise seedlings, where should I plant them? Besides, if the villagers plant the radishes and cabbages, they can protect them for me when they want seedlings later."

"60?"

Song Qiao Song Qiao got off the truck and asked curiously: "Sister, did you forget? They fell over after drinking only half a cup, and the rest of the liquor was drunk by the brothers."

But as the head of the family, the old grandmother had her own wisdom—if she couldn't make money and hadn't made money, she wouldn't blindly point fingers at her useless children and grandchildren.

"But I estimate that one jin won't be lower than 40."

And Boss Chang is generous; if he prepares to collect some to give back to customers, one jin shouldn't be lower than 60.

That's why Secretary Zhu is so eager to invite leaders; the truth is that things like power grid renovation really need the higher-ups to speak up.

Aunt Lianhua also wiped her sweat, and at this moment she struggled to drag the people off the tricycle—after all, if a person is drunk, dragging them is really a lot of effort!

However, these can't be sold to Old Zhao; the quantity is too small, and it's hit-or-miss. Old Zhao sells radishes and cabbages, and dealing with this is also troublesome.

Song Qiao Song Qiao plans to sell these enhanced radishes, cabbages, and strawberries in the village's online store; only in this way can she maintain the expectations of her own online store.

"Good, good, good!" She was extremely expectant: "I'll go back with Nie Mao tomorrow to see the strawberries. Tan Tan, give me a notebook and a pen; I've been learning to write on Tremolo recently, and I'm getting better at it."

Therefore, she just said: "If I had known that radishes and cabbages could make money, I would have planted some this year too."

"I told her that our white liquor is strong, and that tasting a sip is just a gesture. She insisted that she used to taste red wine at home every few days... Oh my, can that red wine be the same as our grain liquor?"

Grandma "hissed," obviously shocked.

In this season, good strawberries on the market have already reached 15-20 per jin, and the poor-quality ones sold at roadside stalls can be bought for 7 yuan.

"If you're willing, I'll call Nie Mao tomorrow, and you can go to my field with her to see the strawberries."

Grandma was curious: "Then how much is our kind of strawberry per jin?"

Although there are many trivial things to pay attention to when planting strawberries, it is not very strenuous, and elderly people can do it. Moreover, strawberries sell for a high price and earn more money.

The two had no choice but to fumble in their pockets for a while before they could take out the keys.

The old lady's heart instantly became fiery, and she immediately made a mental account—

"You say this old lady is something!" Wu Lan stopped the truck and couldn't help but complain:

Song Tan realized: "Where are Professor Song and Master Jiang?"

"You clean them up first, I'll go down the mountain and bring the remaining few up."

Nie Mao didn't know about this: "That side was delayed in fruiting because of raising seedlings; at this moment, only a few are ripe, and I haven't tasted them yet. Song Tan will go back to tidy up today, and tomorrow Old Zhao will come over to let him taste it and set a price."

"These strawberries are so delicious; if we plant more next year, how much will they sell for per jin?"

"Give them to Boss Chang, and let him quote a price at the pig-slaughtering feast. By the way, put them on our village's online store to sell."

"After you learn, I'll give the vegetable plot back to you next year, and I'll get you seedlings to plant strawberries."

That's right, each one was quite confident; they took a fierce gulp, and once the liquor was poured, they were completely unconscious.

Just as they were talking, they heard the humming of a tricycle not far away.

In the middle of winter, people in the village use air conditioners, and so many can still be started. If it were summer, if several dormitories started them at the same time, the transformer would collapse instantly.

But as the end of the year approaches, the price of strawberries will rise all the way; even for ordinary varieties, they will probably sell for 40-50 per jin by the New Year.

The old men were one thing, but those young people crawling on the ground were really something; their clothes were covered in dust!

Then, returning to the doorway, she saw Song Qiao Song Qiao disgusted that the other person was swaying like a penguin and moving too slowly to get off the truck, so she went up again, inserted her hands into his armpits in the same way, and put the whole person on the ground.

The rooms were all in a row, and this group of people, big and small, didn't care much; two beds were enough to sleep in. Therefore, Tian Tian acted very quickly—

Song Qiao Song Qiao thought for a while: "One hundred... no, Boss Chang is too greedy; if he wants to package them, then wholesale at 130, online at 188."

She greeted Song Qiao Song Qiao: "Secretary Zhu just gave me the keys, I'll go open the door and turn on the air conditioner."

"Go, take them in, take off their shoes and outer clothes, and cover them with a quilt."

And Aunt Lianhua was squatting in the corner pitifully, with almost nowhere to step.

Song Qiao Song Qiao quickly took over: "Auntie, I'll carry them, you go help my mom tidy up the rooms."

After tossing and turning all night, it was already past eight o'clock when everything was tidied up; Wu Lan, Song Qiao Song Qiao, Nie Mao, and Grandma were eating strawberries while roasting by the fire, and the old lady couldn't help but ask:

She had also heard Professor Song talk about it, saying that if these strawberries are planted well, they can yield several thousand jin per mu; if it's 60 per jin, isn't that more than the old man leading people to weave straw mats?

Open the door, turn on the lights, turn on the air conditioner, all in one go.

They didn't even get to eat this dinner, which was so good; if it weren't for the few of them watching, they would have slid under the table long ago.

Now seeing them squatting obediently, Nie Mao sighed and only instructed: "Take off the outer clothes, otherwise we'll have to wash the quilts."

Only when she got closer could she see—where were they squatting? It was clearly Professor Song and his wife and Master Jiang and his wife, sleeping soundly while leaning on the tailgate with their limbs spread out!