The news that the villagers of Yougoubian Village were brought back by their own descendants who guarded the land shocked them beyond recognition.
"The Goddess of Wealth is so awesome! My dear, have you ever heard of selling cabbage sprouts to foreigners for eighty yuan per pound?"
"Who doesn't know? He sold it to a Sakura countryman! If you ask me, it's only eighty yuan less, so I should sell it to him for a hundred and eighty pounds!"
"You are fierce and your behavior is fierce! Can't you just scream and show off?"
"If I want to understand the language of birds, why do you need to tell me? I'll go up and give those little devils a beating!"
"I heard from my kid that the English speaking English of our female goddess of wealth is better than their junior high school English teacher!"
"The school beauties are all working as English teachers in Beijing, so the God of Wealth's English must be pretty good!"
“The whole family is talented!”
"I just want to say that we are all the same people! How big is the difference between them?"
"I'm the only one doing the math. Five hundred kilograms is a lot of money? Oh my god, eighty thousand yuan!"
Everyone in the village was gritting their teeth to keep from getting sore.
I can’t bear it! Next year they also want to be taken flying by the goddess of wealth.
Manager Jiang and Manager Jia were also drinking tea and sighed: "It seems that the price of the cabbage sprouts You Yu gave us is really a friendly price!"
"She always regrets that she can't sell it locally for fifty yuan a pound like Hongshan cabbage." Jiang Wenmei couldn't help laughing when she thought of You Yu's expression at that time.
Manager Jia diligently offered her more tea: "Then I followed Manager Jiang to get a bargain. I guess the price of Mo Song will increase next year."
"State-owned enterprises cannot help themselves sometimes. Our hotel cannot afford to offend our friends in Sakura Country."
"Have Manager Jiang considered changing to a new unit?"
"I just got promoted, I don't want to do it yet!"
"..."
The news of the eighty-one kilograms of cabbage has spread, and You Yu has almost become autistic when answering the phone in the past two days.
She has come to the countryside from a first-tier city to farm, but she still has so much business?
She doesn’t have that many cabbage sprouts even though she can pick them right now in a five-star hotel!
Sorry for you! Come again at the end of the year?
There is always an illusion that I am still brushing KPI in Shenzhen market!
At present, the 500 kilogram task of Sakura Country is more or less, and You Yu really can't get it together in three or two days.
Four hundred catties were given to Uncle Ye, and the vegetable farmers on the eight acres of land also shared two hundred catties.
Five days later, Ichiro Watanabe personally came to pick up the cabbage at seven o'clock in the morning.
It was heartbreaking to see Mo Song being placed in a simple plastic vegetable basket at You Yu's house.
Check very carefully to make sure each sprout does not take more than three hours to pick.
Ichiro Watanabe: In addition to the simple and rough way of loading baskets, Chinese farmers are very honest. They probably harvest with flashlights at three or four in the morning.
After weighing, ask the subordinates who brought them to wear gloves and seal the rhizome of each sprout with plastic wrap.
The wax powder must be kept intact.
Each vegetable sprout is packed in an independent packaging bag and placed neatly and carefully in a special foam box.
The tossing didn't end until after nine o'clock in the morning, and the eye-catching assistant also presented 80,000 soft girl coins.
You Yu nodded calmly, handed the money to Uncle Ye, and asked them to click it.
"Ms. You, this is my business card. I hope I have the opportunity to taste the delicious food of mosong again next year!"
"Well, if the quality of mosong is stable next year, I will send an email to Mr. Watanabe."
"Please be sure to leave me an email address, please!"
You Yu: Okay, you can send emails if you like. Anyway, I only got back online when I went into town.
The prices are outrageous, the goods are picked up at your doorstep, and the customers who buy now and pay now leave.
Uncle Ye and other farmers gave You Yu 20 yuan per kilogram of vegetables.
"What are you doing?"
"Mr. Yu, I bought the ink sprouts from your house. You negotiated the price of the vegetables whether they are sold to restaurants, hotels or foreigners. You take us to eat meat, this is the hard work we give you!"
"Uncle, I won't say any more words of gratitude to you. Eighty yuan per pound of cabbage sprouts can be written into our county annals. Not to mention giving you twenty yuan, we would be willing to give you even half!"
"Yeah, yeah, if you give me twenty, we can still sell it for sixty-one kilograms. It's more expensive than the tribute cabbage sprouts in Jiangcheng."
"Hehehe, if you don't accept it, why don't we bother you again in the future if we have the nerve to do so?"
"..."
After everything was said to them, before You Yu could refuse, the people who had distributed the money had already disappeared.
After Uncle Ye dealt with the aftermath, he said cheerfully: "Take it as long as I let you. Will there be such good things in the future? Won't Xiaoyu think about uncle?"
That's true, you can keep the leeks and cut them again next year.
I easily made 44,000 in one morning!
As per the old rule, a fraction of four thousand was given to the old lady.
"It's really hard work for farmers. You stay up late and get up early!" I got up at four o'clock and wanted to take a nap.
"Go to bed, go to bed!" Grandpa You's tone was indescribably gentle, and he had to support his granddaughter who was chatting with foreigners about business.
You Yu went back to the house, and he went to inspect the vegetable garden.
As if injected with a rejuvenating drug, he can work as a farmer with a daily salary of tens of thousands of yuan for another fifty years!
Ichiro Watanabe's state of mind was similar to that of the old man. Without the connection with the embassy, 500 kilograms of cabbage sprouts were put on the plane that day.
I'm very anxious. I'm anxious. Of course such good food is meant to be eaten fresh.
The best packaging boxes were used, and the transportation cost was the same as the purchase price of the cabbage, but Watanabe Ichiro didn't care.
DJ City, the president of a chain of five-star hotels under the Xinghao Group, has been waiting at the airport for a long time.
"Thank you for your hard work, Watanabe-kun!"
"President Lao, you've been waiting for a long time!" Ichiro Watanabe bent at a standard 90 degrees. I didn't expect that the president would pay so much attention to the cabbage he brought back.
Twenty boxes of cabbage sprouts were immediately sent to the hotel.
The president personally took out a box of about ten pills and sent someone to send them to the most efficient testing institution in Sakura Country.
"Watanabe-kun, can you tell us in detail the process of discovering ink sprouts?" Xinghao Jiuxin held a cabbage sprout in his hand and was peeling it carefully, completely ignoring the ink-colored juice that stained his clean nails.
"Yes, President, after we participated in the Chinese Food and Wine Festival this year..."
For half an hour, Ichiro Watanabe told the story of his visit to Jiang County and his contact with Mo Song.
Xinghao Jiuxin, who was still unsatisfied after chewing a whole cabbage, stared at the remaining orange-red cauliflower and murmured to himself: "China is a country with a vast land and abundant resources, how many good vegetables are there?"
Unexpectedly, every farmer knows the story of how they dug soil to plant Hongshan vegetable sprouts but failed.
Unfortunately, the protagonist of this story is his grandfather, so it is obviously not such a pleasant conversation piece.
The next morning, all of Mo Song's test reports appeared on Xinghao Jiuxin's desktop.
The report shows: per 100 grams of the edible part of inkjeta, there are 5.2 mg of anthocyanins, 220 mg of vitamin C, 335 mg of calcium, and 2.88 mg of carotene...
