Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 58 58. Does anyone really buy it?

   Someone really bought it?

  Aunt Mao Li was dumbfounded.

   And... And she came to the vegetable market today with a mission!

  The five handfuls of milk vetch at noon yesterday were only fried in one plate at first, but I couldn’t hold back the taste, and the remaining four were all fried.

   Few people ate the stewed meat at noon, but they ate a round belly after eating vegetables. But the noon is comfortable, and the night is gone!

  Granddaughter Song Ziyi came back from art class in the afternoon and saw that there was no food from brother Qiao Qiao on the dinner table, and she cried at that time.

  Don't look at the eldest aunt talking about "you must have a root" and "you must have a grandson" every day, but she dare not say this to her daughter-in-law.

  And the granddaughter is also the baby of the whole family, how can she bear it when she cries now?

  The family tried every means to coax her, and promised to eat it tomorrow, and this is the end.

  The daughter-in-law then said: "Mom, you should also go to the vegetable market tomorrow. It's rare that Ziyi likes it for my relatives. It's okay to take care of the business."

   Turning around and asking Uncle Song again:

   "Dad, Tan Tan said how much is this dish today?"

  Uncle Song remembers what Qiao Qiao said about twenty, but in his eyes, how can something that grows out of the ground have such a price?

  So he still replied without hesitation: "How many dollars? It seems to be two dollars?"

  Mao Li snorted: "It's also because young people have a lot of ideas. We used to feed this stuff to pigs, and now we can still make money."

  But I feel at ease in my heart: "I can't earn much money for a day of busy work. Forget it, I will buy five catties tomorrow."

  The family made a lot of calculations, but when it came to Song Tan's place, the opening game was twenty yuan a catty, and the eldest aunt broke her guard.

   They are all relatives, Song Tan didn't intend to break up with others because of this matter - you have to take care of Comrade Song's face, right?

   Then put the standard smiley face back on:

   "Auntie, why don't you go to another place and look again, I'm going to close the stall here."

  But I haven’t bought it yet—Mao Li stood there, thinking of her granddaughter’s wailing, and the price of this **** expensive vegetable, she felt even more uncomfortable.

  After much deliberation, she still turned her head and said:

   "Forget it, my relatives, it's not easy for your children to start a business, twenty is twenty, give me a catty."

   While looking into the basket, she said, "Tan Tan, you can't give me too much money, or I'll have to ask your parents how they educated you."

  Song Tanxin said that she had been selling vegetables for about a month, and this was the first time she saw her relatives tearing things apart!

   Besides, she just said it was sold out.

  Qiao Qiao has picked up all the baskets and said loudly, "It's sold out!"

   "Why is it sold out?"

  Auntie pointed to the basket: "Aren't there a few more? Auntie sent you money, why don't you want it?"

   Qiaoqiao shook his furry head and refused to sell vegetables to people he didn’t like. He was very happy and spoke with a cheerful tone:

   "No, no, those are for auntie!"

  Mao Li felt distressed at that time.

   "Twenty yuan a catty, how much do you give away?"

   This is so true—Song Tan wondered how she came here for so many years?

  She looked over with a half-smile: "Auntie, I gave so much to your family. Why can't my father's brothers give five catties and my mother's sisters give four catties?"

   Even if Mao Li has a lot of money, her throat is blocked right now.

   But the taste of that dish yesterday...

  She showed a kind smile again: "You child, what are you talking about! Am I the kind of unreasonable person?"

   "It's mainly Ziyi, she insists on eating the food provided by Qiao Qiao. You know, children are not sensible—otherwise, you can give it to me today."

   "Isn't your aunt also a relative of my family? Just supply her supplies tomorrow."

  Song Tan burst out laughing, and really didn't save any face: "Then I'll give you four today? Another one tomorrow? Is it ginseng or wild vegetables?"

  "Auntie, since Ziyi likes to eat, I'll give you this face, either, you buy all the rest, or don't care how much I give to Auntie."

  Will Mao Li be willing to spend a hundred dollars on this worthless wild vegetable?

   That is absolutely impossible.

   Besides, she was insulted face to face by the younger generation, and the whole vegetable market was watching the fun, so where is she going to save her face?

  The eldest aunt rolled her eyes, her face darkened:

   "Tan Tan, your uncle and I have been in the city for so many years, and we have a lot of connections, and I'm still thinking about introducing you to a good partner! Is this how you treat us?"

   "Forget it, if it's not for the sake of relatives, who would spend money to buy the leftovers for pigs?"

   As he said that, he turned his head and left angrily.

  Song Tan also had a serious face—fortunately, all the customers have left at the moment.

   Otherwise, if she said this in front of everyone, she might have slapped her on the spot.

   Therefore, he also raised his voice: "Auntie, if you really dislike it, just spit out what you ate yesterday."

  The eldest aunt paused, then stepped on her little boots and walked faster.

  As soon as she left, the vegetable vendor next door came over with a smile on his face, and then said coyly: "Then what, bring more tomorrow morning, I want five catties."

   While talking, he hurriedly stuffed a hundred dollars in the past, just like a thief.

  Song Tan was clear in his heart: "How about it, is this dish delicious?"

  The vegetable vendor nodded unwillingly: "Is the soil and water in your hometown just so good? Do you not consider growing other vegetables?"

  Song Tan's heart moved: "Yes, it's not the season yet, I'm too lazy to toss the greenhouse, let's talk about it next month—you sell vegetables here every day, which vegetables have a better market?"

  The vegetable vendor glanced at her and sighed: "You can grow milk vetch to produce this taste, so why worry about the variety? Sell whatever you grow, anyway, you won't worry about people buying it."

  Song Tan also never expected that among this group of clients, the one who had the most confidence in her was this colleague!

  She was also very moved: "Okay, I'll just say this to you, when the new dishes will be on the market, I will give you a chance to jump in the queue!"

  The vegetable vendor rolled his eyes: "I set up a stall next to you every day, do I still need to jump in line?"

  He didn't take this seriously, anyway, he bought all the vegetables, and his face was pulled down, so he might as well sell it again:

"By the way, if you sell vegetables here every day, you might as well find someone to rent a fixed booth—see? The marked area, inside the shed, are all fixed booths. It's up to you whether you come or not. Not afraid of wind, sun, and rain."

   "Your food is more expensive, and your profit is higher than ours. If you have a stall, you won't suffer. If it weren't for the fact that there are too few stalls here, and you have to find someone to help you, I would have already bought it."

  Song Tan has ideas about the stalls inside, but now that selling vegetables is not on a large scale, he wants to procrastinate.

  Now after listening to the advice, he joked:

   "Ah, it's been a long time. Brother, you have been selling vegetables for seven or eight years, and you are still setting up a stall illegally?"

   Come, come, come! The first update on the shelves!

  (end of this chapter)