Chapter 122 122. Auntie’s thousand-layer routine
Auntie was carrying baskets full of bamboo shoots in a hurry, and was about to go back and tell Ulan about this. But as soon as she entered the yard, she saw her sister-in-law Mao Li sitting there breaking off lettuce leaves.
She shut her mouth for a moment, and then gave Song Tan a look, thinking of her large bag of locust flowers and these two baskets of bamboo shoots. The feeling of being favored was really wonderful, so she didn't hold back:
“Well, sister-in-law, why don’t we go back? I still have to prepare things for setting up a stall tomorrow morning!”
As she spoke, she saw the lettuce leaves that Mao Li had broken off all over the ground, and she took out a plastic bag from her bag: "Sister-in-law, you don't even know how to eat them, but these lettuce leaves are delicious even if they are soaked with garlic cloves!"
Speaking, he picked up the lettuce leaves that were all over the ground without feeling shabby at all.
Sun Yanyan stood aside and curled her lips subconsciously.
The aunt was very quick with her hands and feet. She packed it in a few clicks and poured her own bamboo shoots into the bag.
Before Mao Li could comment on her bamboo shoots, she kept talking about how hard it was to set up the stall and how tiring it was to wake up early and stay late...
Mao Li was so excited that she felt that doing business at home was a hundred times more comfortable than selling breakfast!
But looking at Auntie's two baskets of bamboo shoots, she still felt a little uncomfortable.
As we all know, bamboo shoots are much more expensive than lettuce
But think about the things in the bamboo forest, who hasn’t eaten them since childhood? Then I thought, this lettuce is carefully taken care of in the field. Maybe it can be of the same quality as milkvetch and sell for 20 yuan a pound!
So he suppressed the discomfort again and replaced it with a little bit of pride, and then he spoke with sincerity and sincerity:
"Hongmei, you work so hard every day, but you are not willing to buy something delicious for yourself. These bamboo shoots are not a good thing. You can just dig up a basket in the bamboo forest. How can you bring so many back?"
The aunt thought to herself: If you dig out a basket at random, why don’t you find someone digging it out?
Besides, the shelled bamboo shoots in the vegetable market cost several yuan per pound, and the lettuce is not even rare. Why don’t you still fill it up!
But she just smiled: "Sister-in-law, you also know that eating at my house is simple. If you blanch these bamboo shoots and dry them in the sun, you can eat them until the New Year. If you come to my house for dinner this year during the New Year, I will fry them with pickled peppers for you!"
Mao Li had always disliked her stinginess, so she gave a fake smile and sat on the seat with her daughter-in-law, closing her eyes and concentrating.
As soon as the people here left, Ulan quickly took the basket and tied it around his waist, while giving instructions:
“Qiaoqiao, clean up the yard at home. I’m going to pick tea.”
Grandma Wang Lifen also hurriedly followed up: "Oh, how much money will it cost me when they come back!"
Song Tan:…
I haven’t even had time to open my mouth yet about hiring a chef. Forget it, let’s talk about it tonight.
The yard suddenly became quiet.
The phone rang suddenly. Song Tan opened it and saw that it was someone transporting saplings, saying that they had already passed the urban area.
According to the location, you will arrive here in about two hours. I wonder if the tree pit on the mountain has been dug? It’s just a corner, it’s not too late to wait until the trees are planted and then slowly tidy them up…
Swiping down the phone, Song Tan saw another message from her savior that day, but unfortunately she was in the field and didn't bother to reply for a while.
She thought for a while and then replied to the message, which was a full day late:
“Just like it. I sent you two bottles of home-grown honey, you can try it.”
After replying, as if the task was completed, she laughed easily.
Then he reacted belatedly: Don't tell me, this savior has a pretty good character. He is not polite on the one hand, nor nagging on the other.
Accept it if you give it, evaluate it directly if you like it, it’s refreshing!
I then remembered the sudden interruption of the live broadcast that day. I opened the live broadcast software and as soon as I entered the personal center, I saw a series of "99+" messages in the background.
Song Tan:! !
Am I angry?
She opened it quickly.
“Congratulations, the high-quality content you played has attracted more than ninety-nine users. The website will vigorously promote it next..."
"Hello, dear anchor, the high-quality content you broadcast is very popular on my platform. In order to provide better service and display, I specially invite you to sign a contract with the website..."Congratulations, the high-quality content you have broadcast has received 900 Ninety-nine users followed…”
“Congratulations, your live broadcast room [Pastoral Notes] has been promoted through higher channels...”
Song Tan was overjoyed: She really has traffic!
But...why is it when I am defenseless?
And the content broadcast that day was really perfunctory, she even just turned on her phone.
Looking at the attention reminders and various comments backstage - well, it seems that Qiaoqiao's handsome little face and big bear **** attracted many people.
It is a luck bonus.
But Song Tan has no intention of making Qiao Qiao an internet celebrity.
He is simple-minded, and it is always bad to be involved in online public opinion.
It’s a big bear, if you like to see its butt...
Song Tan was thinking about it and quickly submitted the signing information form in the background.
Then without waiting for the signing to be approved, the live broadcast was started again.
Strike while the iron is hot, seize the traffic, live broadcast and bring goods, right before your eyes!
But looking around, firstly, there is nothing good to broadcast, and secondly...it seems that there is nothing to bring?
Since tea is so expensive, she has never thought of selling it online, and it is not suitable.
The rest have no choice—
“Qiaoqiao, can you cut the honey this afternoon?”
"I need it." Qiao Qiao said loudly: "I didn't finish it yesterday, and there are still three beehives."
When he cut the beeswax, he was very careful not to hurt the bee pupa larvae, so he moved very slowly.
Qiaoqiao said, and took out his tools in a familiar way, and then carefully put on the gauze and gloves on his head.
Until his face was shrouded in a vague black gauze, Song Tan raised his phone:
“Let’s go, shake the honey well today, and I’ll leave my phone with you. There will be many people on the phone watching your work.”
As he spoke, Song Tan glanced at the live broadcast room.
Okay, as expected, the traffic is just like a mirror, a fleeting moment, and a passing cloud. Half a day after the broadcast started, only three people entered the live broadcast room, and I don’t know if any of them stayed.
However, she is not discouraged: anyway, live broadcasting is a casual thing, and if it can produce results, it will be great, and if it fails, she has nothing to lose.
After all, she had already withstood the bigger blow after she released the video later.
Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment:
“A lot of people look at me? Why?”
“Do they also want to learn how to shake honey?”
He became excited instantly: "I can teach! I can shake it very well now! Teacher Qiaoqiao will be very attentive!"
Song Tan:…
I thought I had to explain a lot, okay, as long as Qiaoqiao is happy.
It seems that every child has a dream of becoming a teacher.
Monthly tickets are flying!
Don’t force me! If I'm in a hurry, I can really make a fortune!
(End of this chapter)