Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 457 457. Brother Liu's speech is too rational

  Of course, after saying this, Papisong stretched out his hand: "Grandpa, I paid 2,000 for the worker's money for you. Remember to go to the town to withdraw the money and give it to me when you have time."

  Song Youde: …

  Is it his fault that the smart phone can't transfer money when he is too old?

   "There is more," Song Tan turned around and hugged the 1.5-meter-long straw mat: "This is for me, right? I'll take it back to estimate the price first, and give it away later?"

  Song Youde didn't want to see her anymore: "Go, go! Do whatever you want, anyway, I'll supply your bed anyway, and you'll have to pay for the rest."

  As soon as Song Tan left, Song Youde quickly counted how much money he could earn—

  Not to mention anything else, just 1.5 meters is 300, and he has one bed a day, which is almost 10,000 a month.

  Including the cost of weeding for 70 for other people in the village...

   If you put it all together, the profit for that sheet will be 200! Wouldn't he be able to make money by doing nothing? !

   This is really not open for half a year, but half a year after opening!

   Calculated, it is no less than the old woman earns!

  Of course, he also knew that it was his granddaughter who dared to sell it at a high price because of her ability and good rush—go to the town market to see if you don’t believe me? If someone else makes such a straw mat and sells it, 70 yuan cannot be higher!

   Oops...

  He hummed a tune: "Brother Liu's speech—the reasoning is too biased! Who said that women are not as good as men—"

   Tsk, you are right! Granddaughters are more reliable than grandsons!

  …

  Song Tan clamped the straw mat between his elbows and quickly took it home. I was going to call Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun, but suddenly thought that these two had followed Qiao Qiao to the field to watch sorghum, so I had to open it silently—

  No choice.

  Her grandfather's craftsmanship is really hard to pick.

  Not to mention anything else, the whole straw mat is well-proportioned, smooth and cool. The four sides are not like the style that is often sold on the Internet that is wrapped with floral cloth. Instead, extra grass is used to weave patterned edges on the top.

  The green color is long, the grass is as green as emerald green, you don’t even need to get close, you can smell the fragrance of the green grass coming to your face when you open it, the whole person seems to be lying in the boundless wilderness, the wind blows the grass, leaving only peace of mind and comfort.

  Song Tan felt relieved.

  Since it’s so good, it’s reasonable to sell it at a high price, right? After all, she tried to lie on Qiao Qiao's straw mat, and it was really comfortable.

   Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun's straw mat, although small and pitiful, but as far as their feedback is concerned, the same is true.

  In summer, even if the air conditioner is turned on 24 hours a day, sometimes it does not work properly, as if there is no air conditioning. At this time, when falling asleep, one's body will inevitably feel dry, and one will sweat for no reason.

  As far as the two of them reported, since the straw mats were laid, they didn’t feel that way anymore—of course, the premise is that they don’t sleep beyond that small area.

   At this moment, Guo Dong stood outside the courtyard and shouted loudly: "Song Tan, Song Tan, are you at home?"

Song Tan came out quickly, and then looked at her vigilantly: "Didn't you just move here? Why have you learned to call people at the door now?" This is a major feature of their village, and the calling method of contemporary young people is more It's a WeChat summoning technique like Xiao Zhu's branch secretary.

  Guo Dong really lived up to her vigilance, and sighed at this moment: "Oh, I'm not good at cooking, and I don't have an appetite in the morning..."

  In fact, she also sighed in frustration.

  After all, according to Guo Dong’s idea, he came to pretend to look for Song Tan in the morning, and then looked at her kind Aunt Wulan, and after the two of them were polite, she touched her stomach and said this sentence with a sad face...

  As long as Ulan is polite, she can be shameless.

  However, when I entered the yard, I found that there was no movement in the house, and it was clear that I was not at home—that is, it rained for three days, and the sun just came out today. Do you want to be so diligent?

   Now that the plan failed, she had no choice but to look at Song Tan in a broken jar.

  Song Tan: …

  Song Tan is absolutely impossible to be fooled, this doctor Guo is very treacherous! It rained for three days and pretended to be pitiful. Fortunately, she was hard-hearted, so she didn't let go.

At this moment, he became more and more cold: "No. The vegetables in our vegetable field are delicious when you boil them and add salt. I will lend you a basket for whatever vegetables you want, and you can pick them yourself. After you pick them, you will pay for them. "

  Guo Dong: ...All right, without fish and shrimp.

  But she really has something serious to do when she comes back—"My medicine is ready, can you take a look?"

  It rained for three days, and the clinic had no wifi and nothing else to do, so she focused on packing her medicines—in fact, there were no medicines at first, but the morning Dr. Li left, she also went to the city.

  First, I negotiated the medicine cabinet, medicinal materials, and some tools with familiar medicinal materials, and went to see some home appliances while waiting for the delivery. I was busy all day, and this was the only way to achieve the current efficiency.

  At this moment, she took out the jar she often used from her bag, and inside were a dozen white wax pills.

  Pinch out one and show it to Song Tan: "I'm short of money now, this one is the best seller, so I'll make more—do you want to try it?"

  Song Tan: ...Don't say that her good health is scary, just say that your aphrodisiac medicine is suitable for her to take?

   "How inappropriate!"

  Guo Dong vowed: "It's true that this thing is mainly aimed at men, but women can also nourish kidney qi after eating it."

   Song Tan Jing Xie Bumin.

   "Then the three young men in your family... Let me tell you that my medicine is very precious!"

That's not OK!

   "Don't you have customers? This recipe is what they are used to, let them try it."

  Guo Dong was extremely disappointed: "They have to express it, and it takes several days to get feedback. Aren't we close to the water..." It's a pity that the building didn't do it.

  Song Tan: …

   Seeing that Guo Dong was unwilling to give up, she had no choice but to change the subject: "Your pills are quite particular, sealed with wax... Is it because you are afraid that the medicine will lose its effect?"

   Oh, that's not it.

  Guo Dong sighed melancholy: "Don't people all pursue a sense of ritual now? When I sold this medicine, people didn't believe me at first... Then I said it was an ancestral pill..."

   In fact, except for some drugs, most people refuse to accept—

  The true ancestral tradition: the medicinal properties are exhausted.

   False ancestral traditions, all kinds of supplements, cure all diseases.

  In short, this is some unspeakable means. Fortunately, since then, people have felt the effect and firmly believe that "a famous teacher produces a good apprentice", but gradually they are willing to trust her.

  However, Guo Dong still kept the habit of sealing honeyed pills with wax.

  Although it is troublesome, it is indeed more convenient to save.

Looking at Song Tan at this moment, she was ready to move again: "I heard from Qi Cousin that your family is preparing to make wine. Do you want some prescriptions for medicinal wine? When the time comes, Jin Yingzi will give me 20 catties of fresh fruit, and your wine is ready." After that, share 20 catties with me, and another catty of tea leaves, and I will give you this recipe for nothing!"

  Song Tan gasped: This is called free?

   "Thanks, I don't deserve it."

   Happy Women's Day!

   Thanks to the great strugglers.

  (end of this chapter)