Song Tan Jishi

   Lu Chuan's face with scars was vaguely reflected on the computer screen, but his expression remained unchanged, and he just crossed the two blocking notices casually—

  Zhou Yongzhi couldn't find out about himself, and there was no one to inherit the millions of property, so he should be in a hurry now.

  He is not a fool.

  Not to mention how many years Zhou Yongzhi can live and how much his legacy is worth, just looking at him alone, Lu Chuan looks down on him very much.

  In his whole life, he wished he had nothing to do with this person.

  The warm spring breeze blows slightly, the white gauze by the window floats like a cloud, and the fragrance of tea slowly diffuses in the whole room, becoming more and more faintly visible and refreshing.

  Lu Chuan thought about it, and decisively switched to another phone and cut the trumpet:

   "Hello, I was introduced by Lu Chuan, and I want to buy another ten catties of tea and ten catties of honey."

  Editor readers, familiar author friends, and mother’s interpersonal relationship...

  It is to maintain the relationship for yourself, and it is also to appreciate the sincerity of the other party.

  Of course, he would not admit that these tea leaves and honey that he has now are regarded as treasures by him, and he is not willing to share them with others.

   Not even smelling it.

  Essentially, he still likes to eat alone.

  However, when I opened the empty frozen layer, I found that no matter whether it was dumplings or frozen milk vetch, there was nothing left.

  Think about those native wild vegetables and bamboo shoots that Song Tan just mentioned...

  He closed the refrigerator door expressionlessly, drank a cup of tea at the moment, and calmed down.

   But the entrance of the fragrant tea leaves made his heart burn again, and he walked around the room twice, but he couldn't relieve the feeling of regret.

  Lu Chuan endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back his reserve and embarrassment, and asked a question from the trumpet:

   "Are there really no bamboo shoots?"

  Song Tan was taken aback when he saw the news: Did the life-saving person introduce it in such detail? Even told people about the sold out items?

  She also replied seriously and decisively: "Yes, it's gone."

   Maybe if you look through it again, you can get another ten or twenty catties, but it's really unnecessary.

  There is too much work at home, so I can't take care of it.

   After thinking about it, he sent another message to Lu Chuan:

   "Thank you for introducing your friend. I made a lot of money from the business just now. I will send you five catties of bamboo shoots quietly. Don't tell your friends."

  Tea plus honey, a business of 110,000 yuan, and returning five catties of bamboo shoots to him...is the right thing to do?

  Looking at the news, Lu Chuan no longer knew what expression to use.

   Sure enough, for that peasant girl, friendship is more important than price.

   Now I have to say that I have made a lot of money... How much can I make? Farming in the countryside is not easy.

  His heart became softer, and he forgot in an instant that his alias was rejected for buying bamboo shoots. He quickly transferred the money while suppressing his greed.

  Actually, this girl is good at everything, but she is too real—is it possible that five catties of bamboo shoots are not enough?

  He can do it even at fifty catties!

   It’s a big deal to buy another freezer, whether it’s dried bamboo shoots, bamboo shoot buns or anything else, it can be frozen.

  But at this moment, people said that it was free, so he had no choice but to swallow this sigh.

  While looking forward to the taste of the five catties of bamboo shoots, at the same time feeling sad that five catties is not enough to eat.

  …

   Lu Chuan’s sadness and anticipation are incomprehensible, here Song Tan has already greeted Zhang Yanping with a hoe:

   "Let's go, Brother Yanping, go dig some bamboo shoots."

   "Dig more!" Seventh Cousin hurriedly shouted, "Make buns with bamboo shoots tonight."

   Zhang Yanping was at a critical moment in a game, and at this moment, his hands were dancing like afterimages: "Call Qiao Qiao, I don't care about it right now."

   As soon as the voice fell, Qiao Qiao rushed in from the outside with a bucket:

   "Jojo isn't free either!"

   Then he held up the empty bucket: "I want to get some more food, the little pig is not enough to eat."

   As he spoke, he stuffed the wheat bran and rice bran, the pile of water hyacinths he had scooped up earlier, and the shredded bamboo shoots that were peeled off between old and tender, into the bucket.

  Song Tan glanced at it, thinking that these few pigs would only be under Qiao Qiao's care for the past two days. Wasn't her father feeding them before?

  How could it not be enough?

   It must be that Qiao Qiao used it to make a small fuss for Dawang and Dabai again.

   It can be seen that changing the guard is still necessary, otherwise it will appear that I am partial.

not to mention…

   "Qiao Qiao," she stared at the silly boy: "Don't keep eating these things for the king."

   Its original owner knew, it was time to cry again.

  It seems that he abuses dogs every day.

   As everyone knows, how popular the water hyacinth in their pond is now! Dabai only took a sip, and he wished he could plunge in with his **** in the air, and never come out again.

  Jojo snorted: "I just feed the little pig, I didn't feed the king."

   But the words are not very confident, it seems that they are more or less eaten.

  Song Tan doesn't care about him—even if water hyacinth is delicious, can rice bran and wheat bran taste like leftovers?

  This snack is really not very good, and the king probably won’t last long, so feed it if you want, it’s not worth the money.

  At this moment, the sound of Zhang Yanping dying in the game was particularly obvious.

   Alright, time to move.

  He sighed dejectedly, and now resignedly picked up the **** and the basket: "Go, go, dig bamboo shoots!"

  During this period of time in my hometown, the flesh on my stomach has become fat and tight. If I don’t move a few times, once my mother sees it, I’m afraid I’ll never let myself come to the village to enjoy myself in the future.

   "By the way, didn't you say that you didn't dig out the bamboo shoots? Why do you want to eat them again today?"

  Song Tan shook his head: "A customer introduced me to the business of ten catties of tea, and I gave him five catties of bamboo shoots."

   Damn it! !

  Zhang Yanping's eyes widened: "Do you have connections or do I have connections? Ten thousand one catty of tea leaves will cost ten catties!"

  Damn it, why isn't such a rich man in his address book?

   "Wait!" He asked again: "Your Yuqian tea and Mingqian tea are the same price? You can't even pass the sieve!"

  Generally fried tea leaves will be sieved and divided into various grades of buds and leaves, and the prices are high and low.

   Song Tan is so simple here, there is no distinction at all!

   After all, for her, 10,000 is easy to remember, and it is on the bottom line of the price.

   There is no need to raise or lower, so much peace of mind now!

   But it also reminded her: "You're right, it's a bit too boring to drink Maojian all the time. When it's summer, just pick the buds and leaves. It's still selling at this price."

  Zhang Yanping was almost startled by such skin-picking behavior——

  Summer tea itself is bitter, and the price is much, much lower. Spring tea, summer tea, and Bailu tea are the cheapest and cheapest summer tea.

   Not to mention that it is still a bud and leaf, that is, a bud with one or two leaves. The price is set according to the number of leaves. The more leaves, the less valuable.

  However, Song Tan had another idea: "The fragrance of tea is a bit bitter, and the taste of tea is a bit strong. If you can brew a few more times, there may be someone who likes this taste!"

  Anyway, the tea leaves are resistant to storage, as long as they can be sold out within a year.

  Looking at the current momentum, I really don't worry!