Chapter 822 822. The mud cow enters the sea
With several men in mind, Song Tan could no longer drive so fast.
She complained after the car was far away: "Oh! There is no shortage of people harvesting rice now."
Qi Lin, who followed beside him, was speechless.
That's right, I followed him this time - this was Professor Song's suggestion.
The original words are: "Xiao Qi, you can follow me this time. Also listen to what others say about raising sheep. If you learn well, I remember that your hometown has a lot of loess land, right?"
He sincerely planned for the students: "The crops there are poor and tiring. The old man is old. If you have learned well, you can teach him how to raise a few sheep at home. It will be nice to have something to do."
You can’t make much money from farming, so it’s better for Qi Lin to be filial and give the old man 1,000 yuan every month, which is better than being exhausted and exhausted, right?
Because it is too poor, it is not safe for a single old man to raise cattle...Cows are too expensive, a small one costs 10,000 yuan. In a poor place, who knows if anyone will do anything to the cattle, and whether he will fight for the cattle?
After much thought, Professor Song felt that sheep were the most reliable.
After all, when the price is low, you can get a lamb for 200 yuan.
Qi Lin never talks much, but judging from his reddish eyes, he clearly took these words to heart.
Because of this, Song Tan also found someone to talk to on the road.
At this moment, she also curiously asked: "After you study for a Ph.D. with Professor Song, you can work anywhere in the Academy of Agricultural Sciences or a research institute - what are your plans now?"
This statement was made half a year ago, and Qi Lin could categorically say that he wanted to return to his hometown.
Of course, he is a child from a poor family and does not have such lofty ideals to transform his hometown and lead everyone to get rich.
There are not many people in my hometown now.
His only thought is to let his grandfather, who has worked hard all his life, live a good life.
Go back to your hometown, settle down in a nearby city, and then take your grandpa over. If the old man doesn't want to, just stay in his hometown. He can drive back every weekend during the holidays.
But now, he hesitated.
After a long time, Song Tan heard him ask softly:
“If I work here, will my family have a place to live?”
This is it...
Song Tan told the truth: "The room I have reserved for you is a 30-square-meter room. If you want to separate two bedrooms, that's no problem."
"But the problem is, the room is only so big. If you fall in love, get married and have children in the future... you can't take grandpa with you wherever you go, right?"
This is a real problem. After all, everyone is in their 20s, and if they have plans to study for a Ph.D. before graduate school is over, Qi Lin’s grandfather will be anxious if he doesn’t mention it.
Furthermore, the older generation believes that "people are inferior when they leave their hometown" and "it is difficult to leave their homeland."
Even though Ulan is busy in her hometown now, she might not be willing to buy her a house in the city to live in.
“Qi Lin, people always have to face parting.”
Qi Lin thought for a while, and finally sighed: "I'll think about it again."
However, from a short perspective, there was obviously no good solution to this problem. It was too awkward for the two of them to be silent in the car, so Qi Lin changed the topic:
“I think the golden cherry blossoms you cut on the mountain are still alive and well, and now they have sprouted new branches.”
“The entire mountain is fenced off. It will be particularly beautiful in spring and summer—are you really not going to open the perimeter to photography?”
After all, the cuttings of Jinyingzi have two layers, inside and outside. When the flowers bloom all over the hillside, people taking photos outside will have to go through trouble before entering. There is no need to mention safety.
only…
"Let nature take its course. I won't publicize it. I'll just shoot if you want. When the time comes, I'll set a deposit and persuade a group of people to leave." These are things for next year, and she doesn't want to think about it now.
Qi Lin said "hmm" and then said:
“Then let’s talk about the kudzu root in the back mountain. Doesn’t the kudzu root still belong to Uncle Zhang this year?”
Song Tan: ...No, why does this topic change so quickly? Is this something we must talk about?
But Qi Lin is really more professional than her in agricultural development.
So Song Tan also nodded honestly: "Yes, it will be returned to him. But I said before that I would like to help Qiao Qiao shout in the live broadcast room to earn more money for the old man - Uncle Zhang works too hard!"
"I know," Qi Lin nodded: "But I don't recommend talking about this directly in Qiaoqiao's live broadcast room. It can easily cause disputes, or confuse the concepts that customers have finally cultivated."
He suggested: "Your mother, even my aunt, hasn't she done live streaming before? Let her try it."
“Huh?” Song Tan was stunned.
“My mother? My mother’s live broadcast room has not yet gathered 100 people.”
Of course, Qiaoqiao succeeded so easily, Ulan thought he could do it too, so he started live broadcasting in high spirits.
There is no specific content in the live broadcast. Today I will show you a shovel, tomorrow I will show you a hoe, and the day after tomorrow I will take a walk around the stove...
And her mobile phone was placed there. Although the bright red stand was very eye-catching, she would forget about it when she was busy.
Things in this world are so strange.
˜Qiaoqiao forgot about the fans. Fans shouted "He doesn't have me in his heart", but they still followed unswervingly.
Ulan forgot about the fans, but the fans slipped away more swiftly than the eels in the ditch. So much so that the old mother was so embarrassed that she finally stopped working.
However, at this time, this old live broadcast room was discovered by Qi Lin.
“It’s like this. If other people’s products are sold in Qiaoqiao’s live broadcast room, it is easy for black fans to buy them back and then maliciously give negative reviews on the grounds of ignorance.”
“Even if the fans know the truth, going through such trouble would ruin their goodwill. That’s why I say Jojo is inappropriate.”
“But let’s change the method. Let Qiaoqiao introduce it in the live broadcast room, and then introduce Auntie’s live broadcast room to help attract some traffic.”
“Auntie has been in the village all year round and is definitely more familiar with kudzu root. I will simply live broadcast one or two steps of making kudzu root powder. If you are willing, just shoot a video and edit it carefully to warm up.”
“When the time comes, I will prepare a new online store and put the link in Auntie’s live broadcast room.”
He thought of the few acres of land in the back hill.
It’s hard to wait for six or seven kilograms of kudzu root to yield only one kilogram of kudzu root powder. Sometimes, the powder yield rate is not high, and sometimes one kilogram of kudzu root powder can be produced for ten kilograms.
The few acres of Zhang Wang’s land can produce an average of 600 kilograms of rice flour, so the total yield is only two to three thousand kilograms.
Comparing these two to three thousand kilograms to Qiao Qiao’s huge and wealthy high-net-worth fans who are willing to spend money, it’s like a cow disappearing into the sea.
Thinking of this, Qi Lin couldn't help but say: "In this way, even if he can only bring over one-tenth of the fans, then there is no need to worry about the sales of this batch of kudzu powder."
Update 1.
Maybe I have to go out today, so I’ll wake up first. Wu Lei's target was foreshadowed from the beginning, but none of you could guess it (it hasn't appeared yet).
Also, thank you for everyone’s support! It’s the end of the month and I’d like to give everyone the extra [emphasis added] monthly tickets. The new life of Jiu Shi Lu Lin Yunyan, the author of "The Return of Yan Ci", starts with a bad hand.
(End of this chapter)