Song Tan Jishi

Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, had just finished his meal and laughed when he heard this: "The tourists ate too much at noon and are digesting their food now. If you come later, they will have an appetite and can taste the food. It won't affect them at all."

"Okay!" Tian Tian also made a prompt decision: "I will weigh it at home first and set the price, so that I don't have to pick and choose when the time comes, and it will be a pity if it is damaged."

The family had originally prepared plastic boxes for packing strawberries. One box weighed just over one kilogram. The strawberries with green leaves and white and pink inside, except for the packaging that was not very high-end, were visibly fresh and clean.

Just put the boxes in the basket, counted the first batch of fruits picked today, and actually collected more than 50 kilograms.

Excluding the ones given away, there are still nearly 48.

Sun Ziqiang asked, "What price should we set?"

Tian Tian had done her homework and was confident: "Our local strawberry base is closed now. This strawberry variety is expensive, and the taste is good enough - sell it at a higher price, 40 yuan per catty."

While saying this, she felt sorry: "If it is during the Chinese New Year, 60 yuan per catty will be easy."

Unfortunately, it is May now. Last month, when the strawberries were about to be closed, they were 10 yuan per three catties on the street.

This price made Tian Ye and Sun Ziqiang gasp. Tian Ye was a little worried: "With such a price, will anyone buy it?"

Tian Tian said confidently: "Don't worry, ours are transplanted from the seedlings of the old Song family. If we really sell it cheaply, Yan Ran and the others will not agree."

40 yuan per catty of strawberries! The family was very careful and cautious. Tian Tian wanted to ride a motorcycle to Yunqiao Village. They were worried: "You ride a motorcycle very hard, it's very bumpy, what if the strawberries get bumped?"

The plastic boxes were not bought for nothing, they have supports, and they are stacked one by one in the basket, how can they get bumped?

She said: "Ziqiang, you write down today's data in your notebook at home, I will take Tian Ye to set up a stall and let him practice."

...

After all this trouble, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at Yunqiao Village.

At this point, the tourists were still energetic.

The full lunch at noon was finally digested slowly.

Everyone was still thinking about the tea that they couldn't hold in their stomachs on the mountain. At this moment, they took pictures with satisfaction at the flower wall beside the fence of the mountain and the distant view of deep and shallow red and pink clouds, and turned around to go to the canteen to get tea.

"Mom, didn't you say that you couldn't sleep at night because of tea? Why did you have to come to drink it?"

"You silly girl, at noon, each of their employees brought a big cup to receive the tea, didn't you see it? If it wasn't good stuff, why were they so active?"

"Mom, you think too much, they have to work, bring a big cup of tea to save running back and forth."

"You are the only smart one, if they are really not good, how could everyone drink two bowls of Tremella soup as soon as they came back at noon? Tremella soup is so good! They must know what is good."

Similar conversations occurred in various family groups.

Not everyone brought a cup, and the tea had been in the big bucket for a long time, and now the color was yellowish, not clear at all.

After pouring out a few leaves with great difficulty, they were basically large leaves and broken pieces. What good tea worth hundreds of thousands of yuan a pound, it was obviously just perfunctory for them.

The person who was receiving the tea was still a little unhappy.

Then I thought, they only charge 30 yuan for lunch, and the tea water is free, what else can I say?

I was happy to let them go, but when the hot water rushed into the cup, the tea aroma, which was a beat slower, finally spread to the tip of my nose!

The middle-aged man who received the tea sneered, and then couldn't help staring at the gurgling water.

"This tea..."

He said reluctantly: "It's something."

Then he took a sip slowly.

After taking a sip, people were dumbfounded: "Fuck..."

It's not an exaggeration to say that this tea costs hundreds of thousands of yuan per pound, but there is no need to elaborate on these picked ones at home. However, even though it is the picked leaves and fragments, because it is this year's new tea, and it is Mingqian tea, it tastes clear and sweet, and the aroma is rich and long. Even if it has been in this ordinary big bucket for a long time, it tastes slightly astringent, but it can still make people's mouth smooth and throat smooth.

Whether you drink tea or not, you can taste the uniqueness of it after taking a sip.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, gulped down a mouthful of tea in three or two gulps, and then filled his cup again.

He felt heartbroken while filling it up, because he only brought a regular tea cup with a thin and tall glass bottle. In terms of capacity, it would be gone in two gulps!

Until then, he remembered the enthusiastic greeting of the boss lady of the parking lot: "If you want to buy a big tea cup, come to me!"

Looking at the people behind him who also gradually remembered to drink tea because of thirst, he shuddered, screwed on the cup lid and rushed down the mountain.

There are so many people, he has to buy a big cup before everyone reacts!

Wait, can I buy two?

"Of course not." The boss lady is very principled: even if she doesn't make a few dollars from you, she has to make it clear.

"Master Jiang has a good memory. He can tell who is wasting and who is stealing at a glance. Besides, this tea is very strong. If you drink one cup from your own cup now, it will be enough to make you roll around until the early morning. If you get two more big cups, we are already this old and still staying up late, are you trying to kill yourself?"

The boss lady spoke loudly and rhythmically. The middle-aged man only asked a tentative question, but she said so much. It was not easy to say more now.

But he turned his head and saw a group of people coming to the village road. Their goal was the same as his!

He was refreshed: "Okay, I want this cup."

Hurry up and pay the bill, and fill it up quickly! This time, just this cup of tea is not a loss at all - oh my! Who knew there was such an amazing village in their city?

He asked anxiously: "Where can this tea be sold?"

The boss lady sighed: "What are you thinking? Such good tea, hundreds of thousands per kilogram is hundreds of thousands! We can only drink it by rubbing other people's tea foam, and we will definitely not sell it."

However, although the boss lady said it confidently, she herself did not believe it. It's not a famous tea. It tastes good. If it costs hundreds of thousands, what kind of rich people would it be sold to?

It's probably just a gimmick.

The middle-aged man thought about it and felt that it was true.

He had a small fortune, but he couldn't use it to buy tea.

He was dejected and went up the mountain with the cup.

The proprietress also unscrewed the cup and drank a sip of tea with a smile on her face. Looking at the large number of customers who were about to come, she whispered: "This tea from the Song family! I told them that they were going to buy big cups, right? They didn't believe it, and now they are getting anxious."

She was not very happy when Xiaozhu asked her to buy more goods before, but Wulan asked her to go to the cafeteria to taste the tea that night.

This taste!

The proprietress turned her head to look at the four large boxes neatly stacked in the warehouse behind her, and then thought about the profit, and her smile became more and more full. (End of this chapter)