??Chapter 278: 278. Reed Rat Cage_1
Chapter 278: 278. Reed Rat Cage_1
For several days, the bright sun shone down, and the silver ear mushrooms on the racks dried out completely, taking on a slightly yellow hue.
At this mont, they lost their translucent, tender, and slippery texture, and instead beca dry, hard, and yellowish, with uneven sizes.
Compared to the large, symtrical and plump silver ear mushrooms sold on Peach Peach Treasure, they seed quite inferior.
But… who cares.
Those who know their worth wouldn’t hesitate to spend the money, and it doesn’t matter to those who don’t; after all, production is limited.
For example, as soon as Zhang Yanping’s store listed them, buyers who had been keeping an eye on the shop quickly snapped up one or two portions.
At 80 yuan/10 grams, they are indeed quite expensive by weight. However, one portion only costs 80 yuan, which most people can afford.
After all, just thinking about the fresh peach blossom petals they shipped recently, along with the teas they’ve tasted and even those vegetables, no one can resist such temptation.
At this point, the [Tian Yuan moir] store may be new, but it really enjoys a pleasing sales volu!
What’s more outrageous is a return custor rate of 98%!
Zhang Yanping, earning a salary of 1500 as custor service, was simply overjoyed and grinning from ear to ear!
After all, although the salary isn’t much, the fringe benefits are fishing in the pond.
Tantan’s pond, Tantan’s fish, Tantan’s cook, Tantan’s earthworms…
Seventh Uncle gets an extra inco because he has the skill?
What does he have?
Nothing but a very ordinary family tie.
Now that he’s benefitted from this advantage, Zhang Yanping is completely content!
Of course, the routine complaints about the low salary must continue, otherwise the capitalist cousin might not offer a chance for a raise!
Between relatives, that’s how you have to play your cards!
10 o’clock.
Brother Xiaozhang still drove his truck to Song Youde’s house. He now cos every two days to personally pack and ship orders, doing so with sheer delight and tireless enthusiasm.
After all, who would complain about making money being troubleso, right?
The number of orders from the online store is moderate. Tea leaves, vegetables, peach blossom petals—not a lot of items, nor are they heavy. The most troubleso to pack are the vegetables, but now he’s also got that down to a fine art, inserting ice packs with utmost efficiency.
With these items, a few dozens of orders would pile up every two days. The orders might be small, but that’s how you sustain growth.
In this small town, which courier service is as glorious as his?
Don’t even ntion personally coming to collect and pack the goods; if possible, he wished he could take on the custor service role as well!
At this mont, while Brother Xiaozhang was processing orders, he couldn’t help being surprised again when he saw the newly brought out silver ear mushrooms and the prepared packaging boxes next to them:
“New inventory? Here, let
help you weigh them!”
Oh my, the more new products, the better!
…
anwhile, Song Tan also returned from a round in the mountains and the fields.
Thank heavens, Dabao and Erbao were running around Chestnut Garden, and today there was an air force fisherman tearfully pulling weeds in the soybean field, with the two Bao supervising the work, busy and enjoying every minute of it!
If the weeding hands strayed to the wrong place, a loud scolding was inevitable…
Ah!
What a scene!
Song Tan simply didn’t have the heart to stay any longer!
Everything was fine in the fields, as Sanbao and Sibao didn’t bring her any moles, wild rabbits, or wild chickens this ti, but they did throw a bit of a tantrum while whining.
Song Tan was getting worried… The season had co, and so had the age, could it be… was it going into heat?
She rembered the dog breeder’s instructions and was truly torn at the mont.
On the way back, she scoured several abandoned fields and successfully pulled up a handful of spikerush.
These stalks were one to two ters long, skinny and elongated, a vibrant green, and quite difficult to find.
Now, she brought the spikerush to Song Youde, “Grandpa, here’s the grass you wanted.”
Song Youde was sitting by the door of the curing house, staring at the thermoter—for his tobacco leaves, he really didn’t want to budge an inch, even if he was sweating from the heat, he remained steadfast.
Now seeing the slender grass in Song Tan’s hands, he couldn’t help but be surprised, “Just a few days ago when I looked, it wasn’t this robust. Look at it now, how shiny and green it’s grown!”
Song Tan thought to herself: That’s for sure!
When she was young, this kind of grass grew everywhere, and people at ho would use it to weave mats. They weren’t as cool as bamboo mats, and eventually, they were phased out.
Nowadays, the lands are fallow, but this grass has beco harder to find. It was only with so difficulty that she found a clump at the edge of a field, and she expended so “Spiritual Energy” to make it flourish like this.
Who’s it for?
It was all for that silly Qiaoqiao!
The only field mouse he had was brought to his room, kept in a shoebox, and every day fed with rice soup and juice squeezed from wild berries.
Incredible as it may seem, this little field mouse, though tiny, had quite a strong will to live; fed like this for two days, it didn’t suffer any ill effects at all.
Although it still couldn’t open its eyes, its movents and squeaks in the box were getting more vigorous.
But constantly rustling around in the box, it was still a field mouse after all. Song Youde found it odd and decided to take advantage of his free ti to weave a cage for it with the spikerush.
The field mouse was growing quickly; it wouldn’t be long before it could open its eyes and begin to grow fur.
Besides, it was May now, keeping it in a cage wouldn’t freeze it.
With this thought, he suddenly laughed: These really were the good days!
In his youth, a glimpse of a field mouse would make his eyes turn green with envy, wishing he could skin it and eat its at.
By the ti Song Sancheng was a child, even if they didn’t eat them, they had to be killed with a hoe.
And now, here he was, old and weaving cages for kids’ pet mice!
He took the spikerush from Song Tan’s hands and started to sort through it carefully—using the grass to weave a mouse cage, he wasn’t sure if it would be enough to contain it, and thought he might need to put together one of those hamster cages…
Song Youde would never admit that over the past couple of days, big data had captured him, and the short videos that were pushed to him every day were of people raising plump, adorable hamsters…
Cough.
They were… actually pretty interesting.
Looking at the spikerush in his hand again, there was no need for a complicated process, he could start weaving directly.
anwhile, Song Tan, seeing Brother Xiaozhang packing things nearby, suddenly rembered that it had been quite a while since she sent anything to that person in Imperial City.
The recipient, although silent when receiving gifts and never wasting words, would without a word introduce large clients to her, truly an upfront person.
Silver fungus was now available, shouldn’t she send so for them to try?
She swore she was only filled with gratitude, with no intention of advertising.
She then instructed, “Brother Xiaozhang, please pack a separate half-pound of silver fungus for . I’ll give you the address in a bit.”
“Alright, I know.”
Brother Xiaozhang had sent so many shipnts to Imperial City by now that he understood imdiately with one ntion.
Now that they were familiar, he casually asked, “Song Tan, the stuff you send to Imperial City, it’s not for sale, right? Who’s that? A friend of yours?”
Song Sancheng happened to enter the courtyard and perked up his ears at the ntion—
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