Chapter 101 101. Fruit seedling prices
“I’m telling you!”
The Zhang Wang family's old hands tightly grasped the hoe, with bulging veins, and glared at the children fiercely: "Ever since I got married to your mother, she has been saving money. If the family earns a share, she still has to save it for you." One share! She has saved this money for more than 40 years.”
"Later on, life got better, and all the money we saved at home was used to support you. We have fulfilled our responsibilities. Your mother said that after she leaves, I will share this money with you as a souvenir."
“I didn’t expect to raise a bunch of white-eyed wolves. I don’t even want my own mother, so what else do I need to think about?”
Zhang Wang’s family dropped the **** **** the ground:
"I'm telling you right now, I don't have children like you. You don't need to kowtow!"
“Get out! Get out of here!”
At this moment, the sisters-in-law who were responsible for counting the money finally counted the money in the box full of money. When they looked at Sister-in-law Zhang who had not yet been placed in the coffin, she suddenly shed a line of tears:
“Total...30,000 yuan.”
…
Everyone present was silent.
I just listened to Song Youde smoking a cigarette, and then suddenly he said:
"Thirty percent, if you dare to do this when I can't do it anymore, I will burn your house down."
“Zhang Wang’s family is too kind and merciless. If it were me, that **** would have to hit his head. It would be better to have a dog than his children.”
Song Sancheng felt a chill on his scalp, and then he said with a straight face: "Dad, what are you talking about? I was the one who took away those three **** today!"
Good guy, my son and son-in-law all drove cars when they came here. Regardless of whether the car was good or bad, whether it was a borrowed car or something else, they were not willing to spend money on their biological mother... To put it bluntly, they looked down upon them.
Song Youde snorted coldly, that's about it.
As for Zhang Wang's family, without the relatives and friends of his son and daughter, the hospitality of the folks here is also simple. Today is not the time to seriously entertain guests. Song Sancheng plans to go and help tomorrow, and he will have to help the day after tomorrow. Carrying the coffin.
This incident seemed to have passed quietly.
But as the funeral progressed, Song Tan discovered that those who worked at home, no matter whether they were aunts or uncles, suddenly became particularly active.
She thought for a moment and realized that her children were unreliable, which caused a heartfelt panic to this group of middle-aged and elderly people.
Now that you have the opportunity to make money, it is more reliable to save more money for yourself.
When we get sick, we pay for the treatment ourselves and don’t expect our children. As long as we have money, we may not be able to live comfortably when we get old, so why not suffer less?
Song Tan couldn't help but sigh after thinking about this.
But right now, there is another thing that deserves her sigh - that is, the finished grafted peach seedlings that bear fruit back then are really too expensive to sell now.
Zhang Yanping contacted Lao Zhou, who ran a nursery, and also made inquiries on his own. However, after asking around, he found that a three-centimeter mature sapling costs 80 yuan.
They have twenty acres of land planted, and at least two thousand trees are needed. The total is more expensive than the twenty-year contract fee for the land, which is a full 160,000!
Good guy!
Wulan and Song Sancheng were frightened when they heard the account in the house: "Do we have to plant such expensive fruit trees? Can't we plant some cheap ones?"
The problem is, the big seedlings that bear fruit now are basically the same price, which is quite different.
How will this money come from?
The mountain has just begun to be plowed. How could you think that the price estimate was wrong?
Ulan thought again: "Otherwise, the 60,000 yuan..."
Song Tan shook his head: "Mom, don't be so stressed. Just think of it this way. It's only 160,000 yuan, and you can sell 16 pounds of tea."
Look at the understatement, as if you are talking about sixteen yuan.
Think about it: if we say 160,000, it is certainly a huge number. But if we talk about sixteen pounds of tea, that seems to be no longer a problem. Even though Wulan knew in his heart that this tea was not easy to sell, he still couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Song Tan also consoled him: "It's okay, don't be in a hurry. It will take four or five days to clean up the mountain, which is enough for us to earn the money." She is really not in a hurry. At worst, she doesn't trust the quality of her things to pay back the loan. I can't earn this 160,000.
He turned around and started sending messages in the group.
Pre-sale of honey starts, priced at 1,000 yuan per catty, first come, first served. The price will be adjusted to 2,000 yuan after one week. ]
Mingqian tea will be sold out soon, so hurry up if you want to buy it. ]
There's nothing wrong with it. Qingming Festival will be over in two days, and only four or five kilograms of dry tea can be produced in one day. Compared with other big tea merchants, it is indeed about to be sold out.
[The picking period of milkvetch is five days, please take advantage of the time. ]
Hey guys, my phone hasn’t stopped beeping all night.
Either asking for information, or giving money directly by giving the address.
As soon as he woke up in the morning, Song Tan made an understatement to Ulan, who had dark circles under his eyes: "Mom, I tell you not to worry. Last night, eight kilograms of tea were sold."
“Twenty kilograms of honey are scheduled to go out.”
There are also some milkvetch, but there is no need to go into detail about these. We will count the number later when picking.
Good guy, it’s already 100,000 yuan in one night, how come the money comes in so quickly?
Ulan’s heart was also in a state of excitement.
As everyone knows, the leader over there and Secretary Wang have to carry a tea box with them wherever they go after drinking this tea.
Originally I wasn’t that picky, but now when I go out to drink someone else’s tea, I feel like something is wrong.
This tea is dark in color, this tea is bitter, this tea is not sweet enough, this tea has a dull aroma...
Obviously the tea you drink is of the highest quality, but it doesn’t taste good here.
Alas, as soon as they heard that this kind of tea was about to be sold out, and they didn’t know if it would be of such quality in the future, the two of them immediately got into the mentality of stocking up on Double 11 and bought four kilograms in one go.
Among them, the leader has three pounds and the secretary has one pound.
There is no other way, who can make Secretary Wang’s money tighter.
There are still two kilograms, which were decided by the young guys who crowdfunded in the last game.
These old men are so arrogant that they keep all the good tea for themselves and refuse to give gifts. They are afraid that their parents or father-in-law will feel the tea after drinking it.
That's it, who can afford it with their salary of three melons and two dates? Just enjoy it yourself.
As for who is the last two pounds?
Those are naturally Lao Sun’s brothers.
Anyway, it’s only been a few days, and I don’t know if these brothers have spent all their personal money. They were particularly happy to give money last night. He just turned around, and he wasn't as sneaky and hesitant as last time.
Ulan was completely relieved.
The 100,000 yuan for honey and tea this time, and the 40,000 yuan for milkvetch last time, made her feel relaxed and free from any worries.
Should it be time to drag the male protagonist out for a walk tomorrow?
Otherwise I will forget it myself.
Okay, today’s 10,000 words are over, here comes the rest of the comment section!
I’m going to write Harry Potter [please give this model worker a thumbs up].
(End of this chapter)