Chapter 457 457 Brother Liu's Words Are Too Biased
Chapter 457 457. Brother Liu's words are too biased
Of course, after saying this, Song Paipi stretched out his hand: "Grandpa, I'll pay you 2,000 for the workers. Remember to go to the town to get the money for me when you have time."
Song Youde: ...
Is it his fault that he is too old to use the smart phone and can't transfer money?
"And what else," Song Tan turned around and hugged the 1.5-meter straw mat: "This is for me, right? I'll take it back and get an estimate of the price first, and then give it away later, okay?"
Song Youde didn't want to see her anymore: "Go away! Whatever you do, I'll just give you this bed, and you have to pay for the rest."
As soon as Song Tan left, Song Youde hurriedly counted on his fingers how much money he could earn--
Not to mention anything else, just the 1.5-meter mat is 300, and he makes one bed a day, which is almost 10,000 a month.
Counting the 70 for other people in the village and the cost of weeding...
To make a round number, the profit per sheet must be 200! Then he can make money without doing anything? !
This is really a case of not opening for half a year, but making half a year's profit after opening!
In the end, he earns no less than the old woman!
Of course, he also knows that it is because his granddaughter is capable and the rush is good that he dares to sell it at a high price - if you don't believe it, go to the market in the town to see it? Others weave such a straw mat and sell it, and the price cannot be higher than 70 yuan!
Oh my...
He hummed a song: "Brother Liu's words - too biased! Who says women are inferior to men -"
Tsk, it's true! Granddaughters are much more reliable than grandsons!
...
Song Tan tucked the straw mat between his elbows and quickly took it home. He was going to call Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun, but suddenly remembered that the two followed Qiao Qiao to the field to see the sorghum, so he had to open it silently by himself -
There is nothing to pick.
Her grandfather's craftsmanship is really impeccable.
Apart from anything else, the whole straw mat is tightly staggered, smooth and cool, and very symmetrical. The four sides are not like the ones sold online that are often wrapped with floral cloth. Instead, they are woven with extra grass to form patterns.
The green color is long and the grass is green. You don’t even need to get close to it. You can smell the fragrance of the grass when you open it. The whole person seems to be lying in an endless wilderness, with the wind blowing the grass, leaving only peace of mind and comfort.
Song Tan was relieved.
Since it is so good, it is reasonable to sell it at a high price, right? After all, she tried lying on Qiao Qiao’s straw mat and it was really comfortable.
Although Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun’s straw mats are small, shabby and pitifully thin, their feedback is the same.
In summer, even if the air conditioner is turned on 24 hours a day, there are always times when it does not work properly, as if there is no cold air. At this time, people will inevitably feel dry while sleeping and sweat for no reason.
And according to their feedback, since they laid the straw mat, they no longer have that feeling-of course, the premise is that they don’t sleep beyond that small range.
At this moment, Guo Dong stood outside the yard and shouted loudly: "Song Tan, Song Tan, are you home?"
Song Tan hurried out and looked at her vigilantly: "Didn't you just move in? How come you have learned to call people at the door now?" This is a major feature of their village, and the way contemporary young people call is more like Secretary Xiao Zhu, WeChat summoning.
Guo Dong really lived up to her vigilance and sighed at this moment: "Oh, my cooking skills are not good, and I have no appetite in the morning..."
In fact, she sighed in frustration in her heart.
After all, according to Guo Dong's idea, she came to pretend to find Song Tan in the morning, and then looked at her kind Aunt Wulan, and then the two of them were polite, and she touched her belly and said this with a melancholy face...
If Wulan said a few polite words, she could be shameless.
However, when she entered the yard, she found that there was no movement in the house, and it was clear that no one was at home-that is, it rained for three days, and the sun just came out today, so why should she be so diligent?
Now that the plan failed, she had no choice but to look at Song Tan with a broken jar.
Song Tan: ...
Song Tan would never be fooled, this doctor Guo is very cunning! She pretended to be pitiful for three days of rain, but fortunately she was hard-hearted and didn't give in.
At this moment, she became even more cruel: "No. The vegetables in our vegetable garden are delicious if you boil them and add salt. What kind of vegetables do you want, I will lend you a basket, you can pick them yourself, and then calculate the price after you pick them."
Guo Dong: ... OK, no fish or shrimp is fine.
But she really came back for business this time - "My medicine is ready, do you want to see it?"
It rained for three days, the clinic had no wifi and nothing else to do, so she focused on packing her own medicine - in fact, there were no medicinal materials at the beginning, but on the morning when Dr. Li left, she simply went to the city.
First, she negotiated with the familiar medicinal materials about the medicine cabinet, medicinal materials and some tools, and while waiting for the delivery, she went to look at some home appliances. She was busy all day, which is why she can be so efficient now.
At this moment, she took out the jar she often used from her bag, which contained more than a dozen white wax pills.
She pinched one out and showed it to Song Tan: "I'm short of money now. This is the best-selling one, so I made more - do you want to try it?"
Song Tan: ... Let's not talk about her frighteningly good health, just talk about your aphrodisiac, is it suitable for her to take it?
"Why not!"
Guo Dong vowed: "This thing is mainly for men, but it can also replenish kidney qi for women."
Song Tan declined.
"Then your three young men... I tell you, my medicine is very valuable!"
That won't work either!
"Don't you have customers? This recipe is what they are used to. Let them try it."
Guo Dong was very disappointed: "They need express delivery, and it will take several days to get feedback. We are close to each other..." Unfortunately, the owner refused to do it.
Song Tan: ...
Seeing that Guo Dong was not giving up, she had to change the subject: "You are quite particular about this pill, sealed with wax... Are you afraid that the medicinal properties will dissipate?"
Oh, that's not the case.
Guo Dong sighed sadly: "Don't people pursue a sense of ritual now? When I sold this medicine, people didn't believe me at first... Later I said it was a pill passed down from my ancestors..."
In fact, except for some medicines, most people are unwilling to accept it-
Real ancestral medicine: The medicinal properties are gone.
False ancestral medicine, ten-fold tonic, cure all diseases.
In short, these are some unspeakable means. Fortunately, since then, people have felt the effect and firmly believe that "a good teacher produces a good student", and they are gradually willing to trust her.
However, Guo Dong still kept the habit of wax-sealed honey pills.
Although it is troublesome, it is indeed more convenient to store.
Looking at Song Tan at this moment, she was eager to make a move again: "I heard from my seventh cousin that your family is preparing to make wine. Do you want some recipes for medicinal wine? When the time comes, Jin Yingzi will give me another 20 kilograms of fresh fruit, and after your wine is brewed, give me 20 kilograms and another kilogram of tea. I will give you this recipe for free!"
Song Tan took a breath: This is called giving for free?
"Thank you, I don't deserve it."
Happy Women's Day!
Thank you for the great strugglers.