Zhang Yanping never expected that despite his lovable appearance, he would not go through three rounds in the hands of the market aunt!
The thing is like this -
Didn't he take Qiao Qiao's place and help Song Tan sell vegetables?
Logically speaking, this is not difficult. Here he packed the dishes quickly and quoted the price:
"sixty."
The aunt's face here is tense:
"Girl, where did you find the helper? No! Look at him, he doesn't look happy at all."
Zhang Yanping touched his face in disbelief.
He is tall, fair, and fat, and all the middle-aged aunts like him! There's no reason to fail here, right?
So the next red-haired aunt came, and he deliberately forced out a loving smile.
The red-haired aunt bought a lot this time. It is said that she has developed a new pickle recipe. She makes some every day and saves different flavors to give to her children in other places. It is very popular.
However, this time, when Zhang Yanping stuffed the purple milkvetch into the bag with a smile, he saw the red-haired aunt saying critically:
"Oh, young man, your smile is not as good-looking as that of Qiao Qiao, so don't force yourself!"
Zhang Yanping couldn't hold back the smile on his face.
The most fatal thing is that the remaining aunt speaks even more meanly——
"This young man must be thirty, right? He's like Xiao Qiaoqiao, he's really an old cucumber painted green..."
Zhang Yanping was furious!
He is only twenty-six this year!
Twenty-six!
He's only eight years older than Qiao Qiao, and he's still in his prime. How come he's just an old cucumber with green paint?
But that aunt had already gone away, and the new aunt lined up to come forward again, so he had no choice but to continue to be a numb tool.
When the vegetables were almost sold out, an uncle came over in a hurry:
"Girl, where is my tea?"
As he spoke, he looked left and right like a thief.
Zhang Yanping knew that this was the die-hard fan who only bought one or two!
He turned around and saw Zhang Yanping with a surprised expression.
Zhang Yanping: ...as for that?
Seeing that the customer looked nervous, he asked, "What are you doing?"
The other party whispered: "I bought it secretly. The tea is too expensive. Aren't I afraid that my family will see it?"
He took the tea leaves, opened the sealed bag, and dug out the small packet wrapped in newspaper, his expression wrinkled.
Then he opened a corner of the newspaper, lowered his head and took a deep breath——
With just such a movement, the smile spread across his face. At this moment, his face was full of impatience:
"Smells! It smells so good!"
So I hurriedly put the things back into the bag, and now ran back again without stopping.
The vegetable vendor next door squeezed over and looked at Song Tan curiously:
"What are you selling? It's so mysterious."
He didn't say anything, but his movements and demeanor were like selling something secretly underground, which was very criminal.
When Song Tan saw him, she quickly packed the five kilograms of milkvetch that the other party wanted yesterday:
"I just picked it this morning. It's still fresh."
The vegetable vendor looked left and right, then with a quick movement he took the bag of vegetables and carefully hid it behind his stall.
This kind of sneaky transaction is no different from the uncle who just bought tea.
Only then did Song Tan answer his question:
"The tea leaves roasted at home are more expensive, so everyone is cautious."
The vegetable seller couldn't help but get ready to make another move:
"Your tea..."
However, today Song Tan didn't have time to wait for him to worry. Instead, he packed up the basket and said, "Brother Yan Ping, let's go."
…
What they went to this time was the Flower City, a two and a half hour drive.
There is no need to go into the city, their destination is Xinxin Garden in the suburbs.
I don’t know where Zhang Yanping knew these many people. Song Tan couldn’t find everything in Taotaobao, but this Xinxin Flower Garden really brought out a total of two hundred golden cherry trees in one go!
Now at the beginning of spring, these golden cherry trees were deeply pruned last winter, and now they look bare, which is not good-looking.
But as long as you look carefully, you will know that the root system is well developed and the vitality is strong. It is indeed a large seedling in its prime.
Song Tan pointed at a few of them with obviously weaker root systems, but saw the boss touching his head and smiling coquettishly:
"Girl, your eyes are quite good... But what, the thorns of this primitive species are really difficult to deal with, and no one has bought it even after several years of cultivation."
"You want it all of a sudden, but I can't get enough 200 trees here, so I just pulled a few from the flower pot, just a little bit weaker. I originally planned to do rose grafting and cultivation..."
As the boss spoke, his face showed reluctance:
"But you won't suffer either."
He quickly dug out a particularly strong and huge one from the pile of pruned golden cherry trees:
"This tree is the mother parent of these seedlings. It is very strong. In the past, I wouldn't have sold it for fifty yuan!"
Since the boss said that this tree is the female parent, it proves that all the golden cherry blossoms today are propagated from its cuttings. Generally speaking, the female parent will be more majestic.
This wave is not a loss.
Song Tan was also very satisfied.
The plants she picked out just had weak root systems, which didn't mean they wouldn't grow well, but this female plant was an unexpected bonus.
Thick and strong, with well-developed root system. This one tree alone can take care of a space of six to seven square meters.
Both parties were delighted.
It's just that even if he comes to pick up the goods in person, the boss will not pay a penny less for the three thousand yuan payment.
Zhang Yanping, on the other hand, was dragging Song Tan around in other people's gardens as if they were in his own garden.
However, most of the flowers here are ornamental flowers, many of which are specially cultivated horticultural varieties, which cannot exert huge economic value in rural areas.
Song Tan looked and looked, and finally focused on a budding tree in the corner:
"What's this?"
The boss was stunned and thought for a while before he remembered: "It's green peppercorns."
Sichuan peppercorn?
Song Tan's heart moved: "Boss, I won't bargain with you for anything else. Give me this pepper tree."
The boss was stunned: "Aren't you from Yuncheng? The temperature in Yuncheng reaches below zero in winter, and you don't have a nursery shed like me. This pepper tree can't survive the winter.
"It's okay!" Song Tan said confidently: "I think your green pepper is quite good. I will plant it in a warmer place and put a straw curtain on it in winter."
If you open the straw curtain again, it will be below zero!
But speaking of it, isn’t it just a green pepper tree that’s only one meter tall?
This thing is not expensive. The boss finally agreed after thinking about the batch of golden cherry blossoms that almost hit his hands.
Zhang Yanping didn't understand what Song Tan wanted to do with a pepper tree?
This thing is a condiment. You can eat as much as you want at home. You can just buy it. Why do you need to grow a separate one?
Song Tan had already turned his head:
"Brother Yanping, I remember that grass carp is more suitable for making pepper and pickled fish pot, right?"
Having said that, Zhang Yanping also felt a little hungry.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Tan Tan’s purpose: Whatever I can eat and whatever I want to eat, I have to grow it myself.
Money comes second.
besides. But I guess it’s afternoon or evening.
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