Song Tan Jishi

  Of course, the restrictions on watermelon varieties are not only based on market demand, but also whether there is enough labor at home to manage them.

  For example, the early-maturing varieties strongly recommended by the boss at the beginning, one melon on one vine, do not require careful care.

   And those who can have two to three melons per tree, in comparison, it takes a lot of effort.

  Pruning to promote flowers and fruits...it takes a lot of effort.

  Song Tan thought about the time in his heart—

   "Boss, first come 12,000 early-maturing seedlings and 2,500 medium-maturing seedlings."

   "Before 6:30 tomorrow morning, send them all to my home, okay?"

   Alas, if it wasn't for selling some bamboo shoots and a few catties of tea leaves, the money to buy seedlings would be stretched again.

  It's been a hard day.

   OK, why not? !

   With such a big business, the boss was trembling with excitement. Even at the wholesale price of thirty-five cents a tree, he could earn close to 5,000 yuan!

  Oh, I don’t have enough seedlings in my own greenhouse, so I have to find relatives to gather more.

but…

  The boss looked at her worriedly again: "Girl, your family has ten or twenty acres of land to grow watermelons? Have you found a shipping channel yet?"

   "If you don't find a good one, don't plant so many, the risk is high!"

  Twenty acres of land, like this kind of small melon, if it is well served, it is possible to have a yield of three thousand catties per mu, which is not a small amount! What a loss!

   Farming has never been a matter of sowing seeds and planting seedlings and then waiting for the goods to be received. Fertilizers and pesticides are manually managed during the period, and natural disasters and man-made disasters must be dealt with from time to time. The risks are high.

  The regular one-year time was invested in it, and the family property was also thrown into it. Suddenly, there was a heavy rain, and the watermelon exploded directly in the field...

  Which watermelon growers haven’t encountered this kind of thing?

   Besides, this thing is listed in large quantities every year. If so many are planted without a good channel, it is very likely that the watermelon will not be sold and will rot in the ground.

  After that year, if all the hard work is in vain, then it's over.

  The boss wants to make money, but in business, it is best for everyone to be prosperous so that they can continue to have a stable income.

  …

  What shipping channel? Nowadays, apart from setting up online shopping stalls, there is nothing else.

  But Song Tan is not worried, and can only nod his face at the moment:

   "Don't worry, it's all settled."

   "Good good good good good good!"

  The boss smiled instantly.

  Although it is often the case that negotiating the price in advance will result in some disadvantages, it is better to be safe.

   In this way, I only need to maintain the quality and quantity, and there are other seedlings in my greenhouse, so as to maintain customers and achieve sustainable development.

   Alas, there are so many things to worry about doing business these days.

  …

  When I got home, I saw that the two were still happily driving their tricycles.

  Song Tan looked at her father riding on the tricycle and was reluctant to move, and couldn't help laughing: "Dad, didn't you say you bought it for me, Uncle Zhang? Why don't you let it go by yourself!"

  Song Sancheng became confident again at this moment: "Uncle Zhang is inconvenient in his legs and feet. I can help you with any work. You can't bully him like this?"

   All right, all interpretations rest with the owner.

   That is naturally what Dad said.

but…

   "Dad, tomorrow we have to find another 20 people to go up the mountain to help grow watermelons."

  Song Sancheng was riding on the cart, and couldn't help but frown again: When these twenty people came and waved their hoes, the four thousand yuan was gone.

  He was a little hesitant: "Growing watermelons is easier than last time, do we want one hundred and fifty days?"

  Song Tan thought for a while: "No need, Dad, we are all from the same village. We often have work to do, and it will save everyone from making trouble with jealousy."

  Again, the workload of one person from morning to night is six or seven hundred trees, which is not easy to calculate.

  The money should be given generously, at least everyone should be more careful in planting seedlings.

  Twenty acres of mountain land, there will be a lot of places for folks to use in the future.

  Song Sancheng understands the hardships of farming better than Song Tan, this is just a mention, but now it's nothing more.

  After he finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator again, and the tricycle made a slight roar: "I'll go to the back mountain and tell you, Uncle Zhang, to prepare some more fat when I have time."

   This is not to say, it is clearly to show off!

  Song Tan swallowed what he hadn't finished speaking, so he had no choice but to change the topic now: "Seventh Cousin, I will have to work hard for you tomorrow."

   Seventh Cousin snorted: "That's what we do, it's not hard work. It's a job!"

   "If you really feel sorry, don't you mean that the white fungus on the mountain is growing well? Hurry up and pick a basket, and take advantage of the good weather these two days, I will stew it after drying it."

   This thing is like black fungus, you can’t eat it immediately after picking it off, you have to go through a drying or drying procedure.

  Grandma Seven is getting old, her teeth are average, and white fungus moistens the intestines and stomach. Cousin Seven has been thinking about this thing for a long time.

  Song Tan smiled: "Okay, I'll go up the mountain now."

   "Wait a minute," he pointed at Jojo, who was watching Ultraman with relish, "I don't have much work right now, so take him there too. It's good to gain some insight."

   Qiao Qiao has brought it all, can Zhang Yanping be missing?

  So the three of them each had a basket, and holding a sharp bamboo knife, they went up the mountain with great interest.

   Before leaving, Song Youde stopped him: "Tan Tan? Is the basket heavy? Or put it on the back seat of my car, and I'll send it to you?"

  Song Tan: …

   Just how heavy an empty basket can be, don’t you just want to show off by riding a bike? But Grandpa, you can only sit one person in the back seat, so whether these three baskets can be stacked or not is another matter!

  Zhang Yanping also sighed: "That mountain is full of my blood and sweat."

  What blood and sweat? Didn't it just take a little effort when planting golden cherry seeds?

  Song Tan didn't even bother to talk.

   After a while, he pointed forward: "Look, your blood and sweat have blossomed, why don't you pick two flowers back?"

  The golden cherry seeds planted in March are growing vigorously, inspired by aura, and even crazily shoot bamboo shoots, shoot leaves and shoot flower buds.

  When it was planted, it was pruned like a short pile, and now the long branches and vines have been hung on the fence.

  The white yellow pistil flowers that bloomed have a fairy air, and if you smell it closely, there is a fresh fragrance!

   It's no wonder that even if only a few flowers bloom sparsely, there are bees buzzing around.

   "This flower is so big!" Qiao Qiao immediately leaned forward and gestured: "When will it bloom more? I'll bring the big bear over."

  It's a pity, no one praised him for looking carefully.

  Song Tan has also entered the chestnut forest, and started picking white fungus facing the neatly arranged fungus sticks in the forest.

   This is the first white fungus, not very big. It didn't seem to stretch at all.

  The largest one is only the size of a duck egg.

  The sharp little bamboo knife chose such big white fungus to stick to the root, and with a little force, it cut them into the basket in an instant.