??Chapter 373: 373. Qianqian’s entrance_1
Chapter 373: 373. Qianqian’s entrance_1
“I say, have you thought about getting a boyfriend? I know a lot of classmates who aren’t half bad.”
As the car drove on, Xin Jun joined in with a joke.
Faced with that question, Song Tan replied with the sa all-purpose answer, “Sure, how many options do I have? In a while when we harvest the rice, just invite them over, and I’ll see who’s the best fit for .”
Xin Jun: …
You’re looking to see who fits you? It’s more like you’re seeing who fits your family’s rice field, right? In two months, won’t you be checking to see who’s right for Peach Forest?”
“Forget it, I asked for nothing. Those classmates of mine, without exception, none of them would be up to the task of harvesting rice.”
So he swiftly changed the subject:
“When it’s ti for the rice, are you going to plow the field over and transplant seedlings again, or leave the straw and let the ‘rice grandkids’ grow directly?”
The so-called “rice grandkids” refers to a local slang from Xin Jun’s hotown—after harvesting rice, they leave the tall straw standing in the field, then continue to water and fertilize the field. A second crop of rice will sprout from the remaining straw stalks.
The advantage is that it’s convenient and saves labor; the downside is that the yield is at most half of the original crop, which is suitable if there isn’t enough ti to plant a second crop.
Song Tan shook her head.
This year, she specifically started the seedling cultivation a couple of months early, so as to ensure a sufficient yield for the second crop of rice.
“That won’t do,”
“If we plant it that way, there won’t be enough to eat—our family eats too much. So in a few days, we’ll have to start cultivating new seedlings. Once the seedlings have grown, we’ll start the proper harvest.”
The rice in the field is now a mix of green and yellow, not far from maturity.
Speaking of appetites, Xin Sanwan felt a bit embarrassed to say anything.
Conscience of heaven and earth, he didn’t eat that much at ho!
It must be teaching Qiaoqiao every day that’s too ntally draining—not that he can eat much.
…
The pickup truck drove steadily and arrived just in ti at the vegetable market as everyone was getting off work.
As soon as Song Tan got out of the truck, a large crowd gathered around her!
But the first to rush over was unexpectedly soone from the police station in the neighboring district, reaching out with an open palm—
“Want 5?” Song Tan asked curiously.
“No!” The young man raced over, still out of breath, and without hesitation declared, “I want fifty!”
Absurd!!!
The aunties behind her were the first to object!
There were only a hundred or two hundred lons in total on the truck; if you open your mouth and ask for 50, do you not care about the lons for the rest of the crowd?
Besides, lons are so expensive; why would you need that many?
Feeling the death glares from those around him, the young policeman was also helpless: “Just our station has seven or eight people…”
Who doesn’t have family, friends, parents, in-laws? Counting it up, even taking 5 each ho isn’t enough to go around!
Song Tan also sighed, “Why didn’t you make a reservation in the app first? I’m not prepared.”
The young man also appeared aggrieved, “There were only 150 lons listed on your app, they were gone before I could grab any.”
Song Tan: … Miscalculation.
She had originally kept fifty for walk-in custors, knowing that these waterlons are expensive and people tend to be more cautious when buying them.
But who had she given two of them to last ti at the station?
Right, they got a taste of it!
She thought for a mont, “How about this, you’re asking for way too many, I really don’t have that many today. How about you just take a few to try for now, and tomorrow you can tally up the amount you need, then I can bring a whole truckload over for you.”
“Alright!”
The other party was also straightforward—since he wouldn’t be able to take any today without their consent anyway. The wary looks from the people behind made it clear.
So this ti, she picked and picked among a truckload of waterlons, accurately snatching the 5 biggest ones.
The old lady standing behind her went green with envy and then dug out her own order:
“I ordered three for my daughter, and they need to be the largest!”
Since each waterlon had to be weighed, and having had the experience of selling waterlons the first ti, the prices weren’t listed anymore. Instead, one needed to reserve them in advance and have them delivered according to the reservation quantity.
This ti, there was no need to recalculate prices and make adjustnts for more or less, even if Song Tan was selling alone, the process went a bit faster.
Everyone was both delighted and pained—the delight was from managing to snatch up waterlons that day, finding even the rind sweet and refreshing!
The pain was from the waterlons being just too expensive.
Not to ntion anything else, the young guy selling waterlons across from the pickup truck, his crevice lons were only two yuan a pound!
In a while, as waterlons beco more available, the local lons will be even cheaper.
“Boss, the lons are on the market, aren’t you going to drop the price?”
Soone finally couldn’t hold back and asked.
This bite of lon at the price of at, it just makes one tremble inside!
Song Tan was both sincere and helpless: “I’d like to reduce the price, but the cost is right there—you tell , can the planting cost of my lons and theirs be the sa?”
The crowd fell silent.
Such tasty lons, there must be a big difference. Otherwise, why wouldn’t others grow them? And why would they rather buy these expensive ones instead of the cheap ones?
If only they made more money!
…
While the waterlon sales were bustling here, Xin Jun had already deftly chosen a mobile phone and sauntered into the market, box in hand.
Before people could gossip about this new young man, they saw Song Tan point to the front: “Just right, the wholesale ice cream shop in front ordered 100 ice creams, pick the varieties yourself, I’ll transfer you the money later.”
“Okay.” Xin Jun looked at the throng of people and felt his scalp tingle, but he quickly darted into the ice cream shop.
anwhile, as if cursed by a passing crow or sothing, Wa Qianqian also shuffled over to the place in her slippers.
She originally planned to wholesale ice creams too, as her ho was in the apartnt complex above the market. It was cooler in the evening, and her mother had insisted on her taking a stroll and buying so ice creams on the way.
From a distance, she saw Song Tan standing next to the old pickup truck, skillfully weighing waterlons for others—
Her heart surged with joy!
How should she put it? A classmate who had been better than her at everything back in school had now been reduced to selling vegetables and lons at the market—how could it not make her feel superior?
At this mont, she had already forgotten about the previous price of wild vegetables.
Thinking back on how Song Tan and Xin Jun were picking out furniture together before…
Humph!
With old grudges and new hatreds filling her heart, she deftly took out her phone, shot a quick video, and then sent it straight to the class group.
“Look at our class beauty, her days are really tough now. In this 36-37 degree weather, she’s selling waterlons in the market, and she doesn’t even have anyone to help her. How embarrassing, I almost feel sorry for her…”]
She laid the groundwork first, planning to follow up with so chit-chat—
Wa Qianqian had rehearsed this routine in her mind.
However, before she could finish typing, she saw a series of exclamation points popping up in the group chat—
[!!!]
[My word! I always thought Song Tan was pretty back in school, but I had no idea she’s gotten even more beautiful now!]
[@Wa Qianqian: Does she have a boyfriend? Introduce us. It’s great to know the background of an old classmate!]
[@Wa Qianqian, where’s the embarrassnt? Look at her fair and radiant complexion, not a drop of sweat to be seen!]
[Song Tan is so beautiful, I’m done for!]
Reviews
All reviews (0)