Lu Chuan's scarred face was vaguely reflected on the computer screen, but his expression remained unchanged, and he just casually crossed the two interception notifications——
Zhou Yongzhi couldn't find out about him, and there was no one to inherit his millions of family property, so he must be worried now.
He's not a fool.
Not to mention how many years Zhou Yongzhi can live and how much his inheritance is worth, just looking at him as a person, Lu Chuan despises him very much.
All his life, he wished he had nothing to do with this person.
The warm spring breeze blew gently, and the white gauze beside the window floated like flowing clouds. The fragrance of tea slowly spread throughout the room, becoming more and more faint and refreshing.
Lu Chuan thought for a while, then decisively switched to another phone and switched to the trumpet:
"Hello, I was introduced here by Lu Chuan. I want to buy another ten pounds of tea and ten pounds of honey."
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It is to maintain the relationship for yourself, and also to thank the other party for their sincerity.
Of course, he would not admit that the tea and honey he currently owns are now regarded as treasures by him, and he is not willing to give them to others.
Not even smelling it.
In essence, he still likes to eat alone.
However, when I opened the empty freezer layer, I found that there was nothing left now, whether it was dumplings or frozen milkvetch.
Think again about those local specialties, wild vegetables, bamboo shoots, etc. that Song Tan just mentioned...
He closed the refrigerator door expressionlessly and drank a cup of tea to calm down.
But the fragrant tea leaves made his heart burn again. He walked around the room twice, but he couldn't relieve the feeling of regret.
Lu Chuan endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold back his reserve and embarrassment. The trumpet asked:
"Are there really no bamboo shoots left?"
Song Tan was stunned when he saw the news: Did the life-saver introduce him in such detail? Did you even tell people about the items that were sold out?
She also replied seriously and decisively: "Yes, no more."
Maybe if you dig through it again, you can get another ten or twenty pounds, but it's really not necessary.
There is too much work at home to take care of.
After thinking about it, he sent another message to Lu Chuan:
"Thank you for introducing your friend. I made a lot of money from that business just now. I'm secretly sending you five kilograms of bamboo shoots. Don't tell your friends."
Tea and honey, a business of 110,000 yuan, and he returned five kilograms of bamboo shoots to him... is it the right thing to do?
However, Lu Chuan didn't know what expression to use when he saw the news.
Sure enough, for that farm girl, friendship is worth more than price.
Now I have to say that I have made a lot of money...how much can I make? Farming in rural areas is not easy.
His heart became softer and softer, and he instantly forgot about the fact that the trumpet was rejected when he bought bamboo shoots. He quickly transferred the money while suppressing his greed.
In fact, this girl is good at everything, but she is too down-to-earth - is it possible that five kilograms of bamboo shoots are not enough?
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He can do it even if he weighs fifty pounds!
At worst, buy a freezer. Whether it's dried bamboo shoots, bamboo shoot buns or anything else, you can freeze it.
But now everyone said it was given for free, so he had no choice but to swallow his sigh.
While looking forward to the taste of these five kilograms of bamboo shoots, I secretly felt that five kilograms was not enough to eat at all.
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No one could understand Lu Chuan's confusion and expectation. Here, Song Tan had already greeted Zhang Yanping with a hoe:
"Let's go, Brother Yanping, go dig some more bamboo shoots."
"Dig more!" The seventh cousin shouted quickly: "Make bamboo shoot buns tonight."
Zhang Yanping's game was reaching a critical moment. At this moment, his hands were almost dancing and left an afterimage: "Ask Qiao Qiao, I can't care about it at the moment."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiaoqiao rushed in from outside again carrying a bucket:
"Qiaoqiao is not free either!"
Then he held up the empty bucket and said, "I'm going to get some more food. The little pig doesn't have enough to eat."
As he spoke, he stuffed the wheat bran and rice bran into the bucket, as well as the pile of water hyacinth he fished out before, and the shredded bamboo shoots peeled off between old and young.
Song Tan took a look and thought that these pigs would only be under Qiao Qiao's care for these two days. Wasn't it her father who was feeding them before?
Is there not enough?
Qiao Qiao must have used it to start a small stove for Da Wang and Da Bai again.
It can be seen from this that a changing of the guard is still necessary, otherwise it will appear too partial.
not to mention……
"Qiaoqiao," she stared at the silly child: "Don't keep feeding the king these things."
Its original owner knew it was time to cry again.
It seems like he abuses dogs every day.
Little did they know, how popular the water hyacinth in their pond is now! Dabai only took a sip and wished he could dive in with his butt in the air and never come out again.
Qiao Qiao hummed: "I only feed the little pigs, I don't feed the king."
But this is not very confident, and it seems that it is a bit too much.
Song Tan didn't care about him - even if water hyacinth was delicious, could rice bran and wheat bran taste as good as leftovers?
This snack is really not good, and the king probably won’t last long, so just feed it if you want, it’s not worth the money.
At this moment, the sound of Zhang Yanping's game dying was particularly obvious.
Okay, it’s time to move.
He sighed secretly, then resignedly picked up the hoe and picked up the basket: "Let's go and dig bamboo shoots!"
During this period of time in my hometown, the flesh on my belly has become fat and firm. If I don't move a few times, once my mother sees it, I'm afraid she will never let herself come to the village to enjoy the blessings again.
"By the way, didn't you say you won't dig up these bamboo shoots? Why do you want to eat them again today?"
Song Tan shook his head: "A customer introduced me to the business of ten catties of tea, and I gave him five catties of bamboo shoots."
Damn it!
!
Zhang Yanping's eyes widened: "Do you have connections or do I have connections? Ten thousand pounds of tea costs ten pounds to open your mouth!"
Damn it, why isn't such a wealthy person in his address book?
"Wait a minute!" He asked again: "Are your Yuqian tea and Mingqian tea priced at the same price? You don't even pass the sifting!"
Generally, when frying tea leaves, the incoming tea leaves will be sifted and divided into various grades of buds and leaves, and the prices will be arranged in order.
Song Tan is so simple here, there is no distinction at all!
After all, for her, ten thousand is convenient and easy to remember, and it is the bottom line of price.
There is no need to raise or lower it anymore. Now it is so worry-free!
But this also gave her a reminder: "You are right, drinking Maojian all the time is a bit boring. Wait until summer, just pick the buds and leaves. It will still sell for the same price."
Zhang Yanping almost jumped up in shock at this kind of skin-picking behavior——
Summer tea itself has a bitter taste, and the price is much lower. Spring tea, summer tea, and white dew tea are summer teas that are the cheapest and cheapest. They wish they could be buried in the dust.
Not to mention the buds and leaves, that is, a bud with one or two leaves. The price is based on the number of leaves. The more leaves, the less valuable it is.
However, Song Tan had other ideas: "The tea aroma is a bit bitter and the tea taste is a bit strong. If you can brew it a few more times, maybe someone will like this taste!"
Anyway, the tea is durable and can be sold out within a year.
Looking at the current momentum, I really don’t have to worry!
