Chapter 221 221 Honey Heat

Chapter 221 221.Honey Heat

Master Zhang's hand sank when he took the rice bowl. He looked at the rice pile like a small mountain and sighed slightly:

"Ouch, there's so much! I usually only eat half of this..."

Hey, everyone who eats during this time says this, and Song Tan is very familiar with it.

Otherwise, why would Zhang Yanping deliver meals so easily? One person brought three boxes, and they were all piled by the pond. There was never anything left.

Many people complained that three portions was too much and they were full, so he asked: "How about we order first and then I deliver it?"

Everyone waved their hands again and again: "No, no, just three..."

To this day, I don’t know whether it’s the empty buckets every day that stimulate their obsession, or whether it’s the two meals a day that make them nostalgic.

The essence of human beings is true fragrance, and Song Tan knows this very well.

"It's okay," she said with a smile, "Master Zhang, I'll serve it to you after you finish eating."

Originally, we planned to cultivate seedlings well and sell one of the two rice crops to make money. But now it seems that whether it is enough for our own family is another matter.

But looking at the smiles on the faces of Song Sancheng and Wu Lan, and the serious look on Qiao Qiao's face next to her, she felt that all the efforts were worth it.

Although she didn't seem to have worked hard except for circulating the spiritual energy at night...

On the other hand, Zhao Fangyuan on the side was holding a big bowl and immersed herself in cooking. Her mouth was bulging, and she wanted to say one more thing:

"When your farm gets bigger in the future, don't forget me about whatever you need to build! We can discuss the design fee, and I can come if you provide me with a meal."

After thinking for a while, he added: "If your farmhouse opens, please remember to notify me. I have money."

With such an attitude that she couldn't wait to spend money, Song Tan was in danger of discussing the design fee with her again.

However, looking at Zhao Fangyuan's efficiency, I'm afraid the drawings will be out soon.

They must seize the time to build houses while the vegetables are not yet mature in large areas.

But in this way, the settlement cycle of money will become tight.

Song Tan did the math, and found that what could be sold now or in a few days was basically onions, garlic, coriander and nepeta.

I also planted a piece of ginger, and the thin branches now look like reeds, strong and beautiful, but it is obvious that the ginger underneath has not grown yet.

Therefore, when this batch of goods is sold out, at most there will only be a small cabbage left.

If Chinese cabbage is grown well, the yield per mu can be about 4,000 kilograms. Song Tan estimated that her family was definitely no different.

Because of its short growth cycle, this plant is planted on two acres of land. The vegetable garden at my grandparents’ house is specially used for raising seedlings, and I plan to plant them one crop after another.

Although transplanting requires more labor than sowing seeds in a large area and then thinning out seedlings, it is more efficient.

Two acres of land cost 8,000 kilograms, which is only 160,000 yuan.

The unit price of those four side dishes will be more expensive because they come in handfuls of two or three. But the total of these is barely enough for one acre of land. Even if the remaining half acre of leeks is added to promote long-term growth, it will only cost 300,000 yuan...

If you look at Zhao Fangyuan's design drawings to build such a large farmyard together, you can see that the main building has three floors and covers a large area.

Even if it is more cost-effective to build your own house in rural areas than to have a developer, the cost of masonry, stone, grass and trees has been rising these days. In addition, the facilities that the house should have must not be lacking, and the quality must be guaranteed...

No matter what, it will cost a million!

So what is her current net worth?

Thanks to these few leeks that have been eaten in cycles... Ah no, Uncle Fishing, now I have almost collected 200,000 with the original deposit.

And as there are more and more people in the family, salary expenses have to be taken into account...

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw the phone rang again:

[Friend introduced by Lu Chuan]: Hi, is there any honey left? There are many?

Song Tan cheered up: The big boss is coming!

She quickly turned around and asked Qiaoqiao: "Qiaoqiao, how much honey do you have now?"

Qiao Qiao did not hesitate:

"Forty-three bottles!"

Then he looked at Song Tan expectantly: "There's been a lot of pollen recently! They're heavy every day. In a few days, Qiao Qiao will be able to harvest honey again. Do you want to teach the children this time?"

"You want what you want."

Song Tan nodded repeatedly: "This is another career for Qiao Qiao. You are working part-time. It's amazing. You must teach carefully."

"All right."

Qiao Qiao reluctantly sighed, actually quite dissatisfied with this group of intangible students.

But since my sister said so, and he does work very hard in his part-time job, he should be more attentive.

Even if the students are stupid, they must be taught over and over again.

Song Tan, on the other hand, was thinking: Forty-three bottles are still unopened at home, so there is no need to keep any more.

She sent the numbers over and saw that the other party did not hesitate:

【All of them. 】

[However, the addresses are developed separately. The address of each bottle is different. I will calculate it and send it to you when the time comes. 】

It’s not like I paid the postage myself, so of course Song Tan would be happy to do so!

At this time, it is rare to show hospitality to big customers:

【Thank you for your support! When the peaches in the orchard mature in July, we will give you one here. 】

No more.

The peaches in her orchard consume so much spiritual energy that demand will definitely exceed supply. The same goes for honey. It’s not easy to raise bees with Reiki, okay?

In the Imperial Capital, Lu Chuan looked at the messages on his phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

The few bottles of honey given away in the last event raffle really caused a lot of heat.

Of course, only in his circle of readers.

Actually, not many bottles were given away, ten bottles, two bottles for the editor. Two bottles were given to Lu Jing - after all, one bottle of this stuff feels like a lot when you don't drink it, and when you drink it, you want to hold it and gulp it down with water all day.

The ones she took away before didn't last at all, and there were only six bottles left, so they were left in the reader group for the raffle.

Originally, whether it was a gift or not, readers didn't really care. Honey can be bought everywhere now. The quality is not much, the most important thing is to update it!

But!

As an old fan who has followed all the way, since you have won the prize, it would be inappropriate not to open it and take a photo to show off, right?

It's already opened, so it's not too much to taste a little with a spoon, right?

So...

[Please, author! Please tell me where to buy the honey? I'll carry the locomotive overnight! ]

[Who can understand the pain of constipation? I have been constipated for as many years as I have been following the author's books. Now I have been drinking three bottles of honey water... You will not understand how happy, comfortable, and relaxed I am now! Honey! I want to stock up!!! 】

[No way, no way, you are exaggerating a bottle of honey like this... Look at the bottle on the left, it is brought back from an organic farm abroad, more than 800 yuan a bottle, and the bottle on the right is won in a lottery - that is, where is the honey from? Quickly give the link! 】

There should be more... After all, the three updates that break the promise will always come out. But it will probably be after twelve o'clock.

This chapter originally had more than 2,300 words, but I accidentally deleted it when copying and pasting, and then I forgot what I wrote (early dementia)...