??Chapter 609: 609. Pre-sale and the Devil_1
Chapter 609: 609. Pre-sale and the Devil_1
But Song Tan’s warmth was only fleeting, as she soon found holding up the corn cob too boring. Just then, she spotted the barrage of drool-inducing comnts in the live streaming room and couldn’t help but laugh.
So, in a rare mont, the fans finally got the attention of their host (family mber)!
Round it up, and she has them in her heart!
Smiling gently at the cara, Song Tan said with a gentle tone, “Thank you all for your support over ti, so today’s live broadcast is to show you our pre-sale product—yes, that’s right, it’s silage corn!”
The live streaming room imdiately erupted:
[Pre-sale! Pre-sale! Pre-sale!]
[Oh my, it’s a pre-sale! Quick, post the link!]
[Finally, I have been waiting for you, glad I didn’t give up…]
[The host is too honest, don’t talk about silage corn anymore, I’ll buy whatever corn you have]
[I knew it! With sincere effort, the host will eventually see !]
[Can’t you grow fruit corn or glutinous corn, you know, to sell at higher prices?]
Song Tan thought to herself, that’s alright, silage corn can also fetch high prices. Moreover, can fruit corn yield three to four cobs per plant like silage corn?
This thing only requires weeding, very considerate of farrs’ efforts, so naturally the more, the better!
As for pre-selling next year… well, how could that not count as a pre-sale? She wasn’t even planning to post the link this year!
Touched by the enthusiasm of the comnts, she sincerely said, “Don’t worry, I promise not to let you down with the pre-sale! Sa ti next year, it will be on the shelf!”
Comnts: …
[Wait! Did my ears deceive ?]
[Nope, it’s my phone that’s broken]
[Ha! These electronics are such trash these days. Let
smash a tablet to hype up the pre-sale—wait, what did you say about next year?]
[Should be tomorrow, right? The host must be too excited about reaping us fans again that she misspoke. After all, the store has nothing edible right now—Host, please reap ! I have money!!!]
“Not really.”
Song Tan still very sincere: “As you’ve seen from the live stream, our cornfield is quite small with limited yield. So naturally, there’s no way we could sell this year.”
“But rest assured, in order to… ahem, I an for everyone to save so money, I’ve leased more land anew, and by this ti next year, there will be plenty of corn, enough to sell!”
The audience: …Pre-selling for next year, aren’t you a bit too exaggerated?
Even Qiaoqiao stopped nibbling on the corn, her shiny eyes shifting between the phone and Song Tan, curiously asking, “Sister, isn’t it too early for a pre-sale? Are you afraid of not being able to sell all the corn next year?”
Looking at him affectionately, Song Tan replied, “No, I’m afraid everyone won’t know how to save up, and they’ll miss out next year.”
“Oh oh oh!” Realization dawned on Qiaoqiao, and with a determined look, he said, “Sister, you’re so kind!”
Song Tan laughed heartily, “Just a tiny bit kinder than Qiaoqiao. Co on, it’s hot in the field, eat up.”
She casually turned the corn cob around, and Qiaoqiao promptly abandoned the stripped side to earnestly start on the other half.
And the comnts…
Well, how to put it? If resentnt could materialize, without a Golden Core cultivation, Song Tan would probably never make it out of the cornfield.
[???Are you human?]
[Have you touched your conscience, doesn’t it hurt? Because it’s been eaten!!!]
[The host cuts leeks with such patience, but the leeks don’t want to wait—ahhh stop
I’m going to kill soone ahhh]
[Everyone, help
swing a sword—]
[The goddess-like host is actually this terrifying!]
[Don’t corrupt my Qiao Bao, wuwuwu]
[Wuwuwu, change back to Teacher Qiaoqiao, I don’t want to listen to the devil speak]
[The one in front, at least the devil has
in his heart… It’s okay to do without this little pinnacle of affection! Curse it, who does pre-sales for next year!]
[During these long 365 days, I will work diligently, both part-ti and full-ti, to save up ten thousand bucks! I will make the strear realize that she can’t afford this ten thousand!]
[Are you talking about a pound of tea leaves?]
[Are you talking about two and a half pounds of silver fungus?]
[Can your ten thousand last even ten minutes in the store?]
The barrage was utterly defeated, falling apart in disarray.
…
anwhile, Song Tan was in a pretty good mood, as Qiaoqiao finished nibbling on the corn, she had already broken off another basketful and stripped off a large bundle of leaves.
In this way, the cornfield was almost completely harvested.
Yan Ran and Qi Lin also ca over with their baskets: “Are you planning to chop up the corn leaves to feed the chickens and ducks?”
“No, that’s too much trouble.” Song Tan said with a reserved smile, “Just throw them into the pond to feed the fish.”
With the right temperature and plenty of Spiritual Energy, those newly stocked fry were thriving ridiculously well; a few corn leaves were just a little snack for the grass carps.
Yan Ran: …
“So…” she said with a strained smile, “your family is really thorough in utilizing things.”
Of course!
Song Tan thought: This was all from her late-night vigils and early-morning efforts, so naturally, she wouldn’t waste anything!
Glancing at the response from the town’s agricultural machinery store, which said there was only one shredder in stock, Song Tan decisively made the purchase, even managing to negotiate a lower price—
After all, there was no need for delivery, thanks to the helpful Brother Xiaozhang, who could bring it along on his way.
Looking at Qiaoqiao, he had already ended the live stream, now holding a basket in one hand and a tripod stand in the other, he turned to look at the cornfield again: “Sister, are we going to chop these down tonight?”
“Yeah, but we don’t need to cut a lot, just a few stalks every day is enough.”
After all, whether it was feeding pigs or the chickens, ducks, and fish, they couldn’t eat that much – it’s about sustaining over ti!
Qi Lin actually liked this feeling of making the most of everything, and he even made a suggestion: “Actually, you could raise a few cows; cornstalks have high nutritional value and are especially good for feeding cattle.”
Song Tan wanted to raise cattle too—beef tastes good, after all!
But…
She looked at Qiaoqiao: “Qiaoqiao, do you like cows?”
“I like them!” Qiaoqiao replied without hesitation: “When I was little, I loved riding Old Li’s cow. It had such big eyes, blinking gently, so gentle!”
“You see,” Song Tan said helplessly, “Qiaoqiao likes them, and it would upset him if we raised and then slaughtered them.”
He could ignore pigs, trying not to get too attached because he had always been aware that pigs were eventually going to be slaughtered.
Being reluctant to slaughter pigs in the village was sothing laughable, and even Qiaoqiao, as naive as he was, couldn’t escape being influenced by the community.
But cows were different.
For one, there were few cattle raised in the village, and secondly, they used to rely on the cattle for labor, so they had to be taken good care of.
Like Old Li’s Dahuang, the cow was old this year and had developed an emotional bond with the family; there was no intention of slaughtering it.
So Qiaoqiao had never witnessed the slaughter of a cow.
Envy filled Qi Lin’s heart: Qiaoqiao’s current naivety and joy surely couldn’t be separated from his family’s care.
However, as they were chatting, Qiaoqiao suddenly turned around, his pure eyes gazing at Song Tan, his expression particularly earnest:
“Sister, if you want to eat beef, go ahead and slaughter it. I’ll be a little sad, but I’ll forget about it soon.”
At that mont, everyone was stunned.
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