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??Chapter 502: 502. Be a bit more sensible_1

Chapter 502: 502. Be a bit more sensible_1

Faced with Boss Qian revealing his bottom line, Song Tan across from him didn’t cherish it and dismissively said, “No, I’ve told you before; the waterlon production can’t keep up, and there’s also the risk of cracking during transport. Just sell them in the local market.”

“You should take a look at the peaches first.”

Peaches? With waterlons in hand, who still rembers peaches?

While thinking, Boss Wang bragged incessantly, his few remaining brain cells soon scattered by the juice of the waterlons. The two grown n, holding waterlons, chomped away, making a satisfied ss on their faces.

In the old stainless steel basin in front of them, a layer of waterlon rinds quickly piled up.

However, Song Tan and the others, accustod to eating them daily, still appeared much more refined.

20 pounds of waterlon made everyone’s belly full, to the point where they slightly lost their appetite for dinner.

Both Boss Qian and Boss Wang couldn’t put on the brakes and had their bellies swollen before dinner even started.

Only Seventh Uncle, with his advanced age, could restrain himself, and at that mont, he asked, “Are we still eating the al?”

Boss Wang waved his hand, aning to say they wouldn’t, but saw Boss Qian acting as if he hadn’t eaten in 800 years, saying repeatedly:

“Eat, eat, eat!”

In the dark, no one noticed Seventh Uncle glancing at Song Tan—this girl is cunning!

Planning to cook less and not to make a surplus of dishes from the beginning, counting on using waterlon to fill everyone up, right?

So——

In this pitch-black, power-outage night, a flashlight stood in the center of the dining table, illuminating the white latex paint on the ceiling and the walls around, casting a hazy light.

Under this soft glow, everyone made yet another round of noisy eating, and Boss Wang’s belt got looser and looser until he sat there, slightly tilting his head back, before reluctantly putting down his chopsticks.

“Full, so full…”

And Song Tan still asked enthusiastically, “Shall we take a look at the peaches?”

“No more, no more…”

Boss Qian simply didn’t have the energy left.

He had initially arranged for the driver to co to transport the peaches at night but didn’t expect to sell so many via the live broadcast that there wasn’t much inventory left, so he had to tell him to co back tomorrow.

At the mont, the two grown n could only look longingly at Song Tan: “Could you… arrange a place for us to stay?”

Song Tan thought for a bit: “I do have two empty rooms in the side house. If you don’t mind, my grandfather’s house has a few old beds. We can pull them over for you, and with two layers of mattresses, they should be sleepable.”

“Okay, okay, okay!”

Boss Qian was not a delicate young master: “What do we need mattresses for? Just the wooden board is fine. This old back of mine is suited for hard beds. If it cos to it, laying down a couple of straw mats on the floor will do.”

Then he glanced at the pitch-dark night sky: “Without air conditioning at night, lying on the floor might be more comfortable!”

Yes, there wouldn’t be air conditioning at night.

Song Tan imdiately reacted, and then very enthusiastically said:

“Then it’s settled. Brother Yanping, take the two new straw mats that grandfather just weaved today, and lay them for the bosses to sleep on!”

“All right!”

Zhang Yanping responded quickly!

In a night without air conditioning, the goodness of these straw mats would stand out!

Hopefully, the bosses would be sensible enough to quickly discover the appeal of these things.

The next morning, the mountain bustled with activity.

The villagers Wu Lan had contacted the night before had all gone up the mountain—picking peaches wasn’t that tiring and didn’t require much skill, and for 200 a day, why not? Even the two who had transplanted rice seedlings rushed up the mountain after a night’s rest, eagerly carrying their baskets.

Although the lon vines on the ground did indeed affect efficiency, they weren’t counting the number of fruits picked for their wages, but rather were paid by the day!

Everyone chatted cheerfully while picking the fruit with snapping sounds, and the whole mountain village seed to co alive with excitent.

Secretary Xiaozu had to go to the city today. Before leaving, he took a look and couldn’t help but sigh, “You know, if the remaining two or three hundred mu of mountain were planted with peach trees next year, how lively our village would be!”

Song Tan waved his hands repeatedly, “That won’t do. I didn’t take on Bags Mountain just to make money.”

There were simply too few varieties that his family could eat; it was necessary to develop so new flavors first.

Secretary Xiaozu could never have imagined that soone who had spent such a large sum of money on leasing so much mountain land was first and foremost concerned with diversifying the fixed flavors of his household’s als. He thought she must have so other plan…

Therefore, he encouraged her, “Variety is better! It brings stronger resilience against risks and helps to spread out the labor force so as not to always be hurried and frantic. Keep it up! Strive for balance throughout the whole year!”

Only after Secretary Xiaozu left did Boss Qian and Boss Wang spiritedly head up the mountain.

Although they couldn’t enjoy a bath to their heart’s content last night due to the power outage, after both n cleaned themselves up and lay on the green grass mats, how should I put it?

It was like sleeping on a grass field in spring, with gentle winds blowing softly and the scent of grass enveloping them, making them feel as if they had returned to their carefree youthful days.

When they woke up in the morning and saw the verdant color of the grass mats…

What else could be said?

Boss Wang was much more domineering than Boss Qian, “This grass mat is it! Roll it up for , I’m taking it ho with

to sleep on tonight!”

As for Boss Qian, he had a plan, “No rush, no rush. I still have to keep an eye on the goods here—Old Wang, you can leave with the car later.”

Boss Wang was surprised, “How co I feel like, according to you, I’ve already leased the orchard?”

Boss Qian chuckled, “Wasn’t the waterlon delicious yesterday?”

Was that even a question?

“Delicious!”

“Let

tell you, however delicious the waterlon was, the peaches are just as good! Co on, let’s go up the mountain.”

And there they went. Boss Wang’s gaze still lingered on the big waterlons in the field. Whenever soone stepped on a lon leaf while picking peaches, he would shiver with heartache.

He then road around the mountain, and looking at the scattered big and small waterlons, his eyes couldn’t help but reveal his pain:

“Such lons, if sold locally here, can’t fetch a good price. Don’t you think it’s a waste?”

“It’s okay.”

Song Tan’s requirents weren’t that high, “You see, the orchard doesn’t get good light, and this isn’t sandy soil, so the waterlon’s flavor isn’t at its best yet. We’ll just sell them casually this year.”

After all, there were only so many.

anwhile, Boss Qian had picked so peaches and was about to rub them on his clothes—oh, the power was out yesterday, and he was still wearing the sa clothes.

Forget it; that would be filthy.

He turned his head to look around and noticed a big red bucket at the edge of the orchard, quickly putting the peaches in to wash them.

Then he looked up to see Big King squatting beside the bucket, staring intently at him.

Such a big dog—Boss Qian was definitely a bit nervous, but rembering how the dog had eaten peaches yesterday, he wasn’t so scared anymore.

Instead, he joked, “Big King, right? Do you want a peach today? Wait, if there’s a damaged one, I’ll give you one on my own accord!”

But after he finished speaking, he saw Big King still staring at him, feeling sowhat embarrassed.

He simply handed a peach to Boss Wang and asked as soon as he took a bite, “How is it? The peach is delicious, isn’t it?”

Boss Wang quietly chewed, his expression growing grave.

The next mont, the two decisively went aside to discuss in detail.

Song Tan then ca over, tenderly stroking Big King’s head, “Good boy, good Big King. They didn’t an to use the water you drink to wash the peaches with… oh, it’s all peach fuzz. I’ll change the water for you in a bit, okay?”

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