Chapter 1788: Chapter 1643: Blind Box Unboxing_3
At this point, the electronic scale accurately displayed 5 pounds and 1 ounce.
Even though it doesn’t quite reach 5 pounds after removing the residual soil and plastic basket.
But you know what, it’s already enough to make everyone happy!
After all, in their previous thoughts, these potatoes would probably be sold one by one.
If you could simply fry a dish at ho, you’d thank the heavens.
Moreover, considering how vast Qiao Qiao’s mountain is, there are many things he wouldn’t sell, leaving everyone asking for food with bowls, how pathetic.
Nowadays... five pounds!
That’s five pounds!
The last ti we had such a sale, it felt like back in the spring with that pile of sprawling spinach.
But spinach doesn’t last long when cooked, a large bunch becos a small dish after being boiled.
Potatoes are different; they’re solid potatoes!
Everyone shouted excitedly, and the livestream room was filled with joy.
Song Tan had already written down the next ID:
[Co on, watch the livestream cara closely...]
The note had just been placed in the small plastic basket when Qiaoqiao’s gloved hand dug into the soil, followed by the sound of a three-wheeler approaching from afar.
This early morning, who could it be?
The two turned their heads to see, amid the gradually brightening sky, Brother Xiaozhang riding his family’s three-wheeler up the mountain.
On the mountain road in the morning, his dark face split into a grin, obviously the frozen smile from yesterday had thawed this morning.
When looking at Song Tan, his gaze was burning with intensity!
This was not just a client; this was his livelihood!
In the past two days, he even hired two more temporary workers!
Now he chuckled foolishly, pulling out a large plastic pack of foam nets from the truck bed.
"I heard there were a lot of orders today, just happened to have free ti, so I ca to help with packaging."
The Ai Rong in the factory needed ti to gather enough quantity.
The sweet potato vines were also being tightly packed in bottles, not urgent to pack imdiately.
Potatoes, however, are considered fresh produce.
He knew the potato order had a high price point, so without Song Tan’s instructions, he brought apple foam nets.
Upon seeing three small baskets already on the ground, he sat directly on the grass and started working on the small plastic baskets in front of him.
While Song Tan regained his senses, he saw Qiaoqiao had already placed the small basket on the electronic scale.
This ti it was four and a half pounds.
The livestream room gradually getting crowded.
Everyone rembered yesterday’s ntion of blind box sales, feeling regret for arriving a step too late.
Fortunately, Song Tan saw Qiaoqiao digging rapidly, filled with excitent, and quickly checked the ti before explaining:
"Efficiency is really high; if these 100 blind boxes are done before 9 o’clock, we’ll keep going."
It’s only 5:30 now.
"If it’s later, it won’t work, the weather’s hot, the sun’s intense, staying out longer is tough not just for people but for phones too."
Workers truly understand, moreover isn’t there a ntion of more tomorrow?
Everyone only shouted excitedly, watching Qiaoqiao dig up potatoes as if watching people play cards.
If the potatoes are small, it’s like seeing a bad hand.
If the potatoes are big, it’s like drawing a winning hand.
Bright and early, everyone’s blood pressure fluctuated, emotions ran high, providing ample excitent.
Everyone vigilantly watched the links, fearing they’d miss out.
As Song Tan wrote down ID nas swiftly, placing them in the plastic basket, while taking the empty plastic basket Brother Xiaozhang had used for packaging over for reuse—
otherwise, they could only use plastic bags.
Though plastic bags weren’t bad and had even smaller weight variations, given everyone’s enthusiasm, baskets are definitely more intuitive.
She saw Qiaoqiao digging rapidly on the small stool and couldn’t help but laugh:
"Qiaoqiao, why don’t you ask a few Baobao to co help you dig potatoes, they surely love this kind of work."
Da Wang won’t do, Da Wang should be a bit more humble.
Otherwise, if its large claw digs, it’s hard to distinguish whether it’s the previous potato plant or the current one.
Qiaoqiao’s eyes brightened: "Can we? They love digging pits so much!"
But before Song Tan could answer, he denied it himself: Otherwise, if its large claw digs, it’s hard to distinguish whether it’s the previous potato plant or the current one.
Qiaoqiao’s eyes brightened: "Can we? They love digging pits so much!"
But before Song Tan could answer, he denied it himself:
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