Chapter 1707: Chapter 1564: It’s All Fate!
Boss Chang’s tasting eting ultimately turned into a micro-business gathering and wrapped up hastily.
anwhile, as night fell, Lao Song’s family was enjoying a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.
By the end of May, mosquitoes had started appearing, but fortunately, the house had an abundance of Ai Cao this year. Wu Lan had already cut several bundles to hang around before the Dragon Boat Festival—
She always believed that it was thanks to the Ai Cao that there were no mosquitoes in the house last year at this ti.
Song Tan kept his accomplishnts and glory to himself, just letting her be happy.
At this mont, with their appetites satisfied, Song Sancheng was feeling energized: "Let’s go play at the square."
What to play?
Song Sancheng was full of conviction: "This is sothing our family donated to the village, aren’t we allowed to stroll around there more often?"
In middle age, brimming with confidence, there was no need for him to express his pride and thoughts.
But honestly, there wasn’t much to stroll around.
Having worked all day, since the dance team was not yet ford, everyone was just hanging out by the fitness equipnt, gossiping together.
The owner of the small shop hadn’t earned so little this year just in May. Now she was much more generous and unexpectedly brought over a 20-pound waterlon to the square and sliced it with a "crack," letting everyone have a share.
The folks chatted about their own vegetables, discussed small orders from apps, and even Aunt Zhang Hong, rarely seen with her husband, ca out for a stroll.
The villagers saw her and laughed, "With your business booming like this, aren’t you rushing ho to grind tofu, how co you’re still out here leisurely strolling?"
Aunt Zhang Hong was just as exuberant: Despite the rush work and the significant investnt, by the end of May, checking the accounts at ho revealed that the costs had already been recovered.
So she raised her voice saying: "We added an electric stone mill at ho, and also a machine for pressing tofu, it’s much more efficient now, and the two of us can take turns having proper rest."
Otherwise, earning money like crazy, when does it ever end?
It was unexpected how popular the stone mill beca.
Every custor would insist on having the electric equipnt removed for a photo session beside it for a while.
Having been photographed so long, in order not to affect the production here, that stone mill was moved separately to a corner of the yard, and the minimal output wasn’t mixed into the tofu, just served for photos, which unexpectedly beca more photogenic.
Aunt Zhang Hong’s husband was good-natured, regardless of whether the custors bought or not, whether they bought 1 pound or 5 pounds, as long as they ca and wanted to pose beside the mill, he happily assisted them.
As a result, when everyone posted online, they emphasized the boss’s sincere nature, attracting even more people to co.
Many young people at first did not know how to appreciate that tofu, purely coming for social dia check-ins.
But once these people tried it, they beca repeat custors. When they returned, they could even sell so of the village’s other produce.
Lao Song’s family’s fine vegetables had long sold out; the remaining ones were only slightly more expensive than those on the market but tasted excellent as well.
The young folks, traveling from afar to buy and bring them back ho, easily earned praise from their parents, becoming even more enthusiastic in their efforts.
Although Aunt Zhang Hong didn’t say it, seeing the daily stream of visitors, everyone knew what was going on.
But thinking about what they earned themselves, it’s still a no-investnt business! And not insignificant.
Everyone felt quite content, and seeing Song Sancheng’s family coming over, without needing any greeting, soone actively called out: "Sancheng, when do the mountain fruits ripen this year? Let us know when they’re ready to pick, and I’ll help you harvest them."
"Yes, tell Tantan, don’t hire people this year. We villagers can finish picking them in half a day."
Song Tan laughed cheerfully, not stopping everyone: "Alright! When the peaches ripen later, we’ll need hands for on-the-spot packaging at our place, so please co and lend a hand."
"We’ll have a simple al at the cafeteria on the mountain, hope nobody minds."
Feeling unreserved, everyone wandered around the square even more freely now, readily agreeing.
Among the crowd, only Li Lanhua felt a bit off.
Evening was the best ti for tea frying; the tea leaves picked during the day, laid aside, were now at the perfect state, so Zhou Maozhu was still working in the factory with a few other tea frying workers.
Because more workers were hired this year, wages had gone up, but last year’s tea benefits were gone.
This was understandable; such expensive items were hard to take with peace of mind. But this tofu—
Honestly, every ti Li Lanhua ate it, she felt a sourness in her mouth.
If only the unproductive Zhou Tianyu at ho joined them, the three of them could be doing this—they even knew how to handle that promotional app called Douyin!
Watching Qiaoqiao hopping around on the square cheerfully with friends, Li Lanhua couldn’t help but sigh:
It’s all destiny!
Really, they just don’t have the luck for wealth.
Yet despite saying so, seeing the satisfied smile on Zhang Hong’s face, a sense of unwillingness suddenly welled up in her:
This opportunity, if missed, can’t be lanted over for a lifeti!
So she stepped up: "Zhang Hong, save
two pounds of tofu tomorrow, I’m planning to make fernted tofu."
"Oh my!" Aunt Zhang Hong was pleasantly surprised: "You’re making fernted tofu? What can you do with two pounds? How about ten pounds?"
She had considered the fernted tofu business but wasn’t skilled at it after trying once. Despite using such excellent tofu, the product was just average, so she gave up, being too busy with daily tofu production.
But Li Lanhua’s cooking was top-notch in the village. Her fernted tofu was tastier than others—
Of course, it’s only marginally better.
But now, many custors buying items would purchase various small things as well. If everyone found it pleasant, wouldn’t it also be a new source of inco?
The two middle-aged won, who often gossiped together before, quickly huddled to the side, discussing energetically.
Song Tan, with sharp ears, overheard them debating the pricing and exchanged a smile with Lun Chuan.
Lun Chuan even praised, "Indeed, after securing a better life, everyone’s minds settle into peace."
The entire village advancing together through cooperation isn’t sothing easily seen.
He sighed: The saying "poverty breeds cunning; wealth fosters virtue" must truly have been coined by a wise man.
It’s only when one climbs out of the survival trap that the soul becos serene and forgiving.
Yet up on the mountain, employees in the surveillance room called Chen Yuan over: "Captain, look."
In the surveillance footage, soone had already been pacing back and forth over the land at Shitou Slope several tis at different tis.
The security guard frowned in frustration: "With such a large post, patrolling folks and dogs, not to ntion surveillance overhead, is he scouting for a spot? How could he even not bother to change clothes?"
This is really lacking in professional quality.
Chen Yuan saw imdiately, "It must be soone from outside the village, unfamiliar with the situation—broadcast a warning first."
The person nodded, pressing a button, and imdiately a chanical voice ca from Shitou Slope’s surveillance:
[You have entered the surveillance area, please be cautious]
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