Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1192 - 1166. Do you want vegetables or fish?

Boss Chang enthusiastically followed Song Tan towards the pond.

As they walked, more villagers who came to help gradually gathered. But the more he looked, the more something seemed off—how come everyone was fully equipped, yet only holding fishing nets?

He was dumbfounded, and now looked at Song Tan: "It’s the end of the year, aren’t you cleaning the pond?"

"Not cleaning it." Song Tan said casually, "We sold a batch during the summer, and most of the fish have been caught. These late-developing fish fry, how big can they get? If they’re not caught now, they can just keep growing. There’s no need to clean the pond."

Cleaning the pond would require draining the water and then waiting for it to fill up again by spring, which would delay the fish fry’s growth by a month or two, right?

So just cast the net and catch them like this!

Boss Chang felt a bit frustrated: "Without cleaning the pond, you can’t catch quite a few of them... you could lose at least a fifth of the harvest."

But since he finally got Song Tan to agree, he only dared to mutter a couple of complaints, but eagerly squeezed to the front:

"Here, uncle, let me hold the net for you!"

...

Meanwhile, Old Zhao’s nephew, Zhao Haiqiang, also drove into the village. Today was the day to harvest the last batch of radishes and cabbages.

Compared to the two fresh aquatic product vehicles at Song Tan’s Home, the real cash flow coming through here was what drew the attention of the villagers.

When they sold to the outside earlier, everyone was low-key, and many in the village hadn’t heard the news,

Now, since Secretary Xiaozu wanted to hold a meeting at the end of the year, after seeking Lao Song’s family’s opinion, the news gradually got out.

This morning, a bunch of villagers came to Aunt Zhang Hong’s door wanting to help.

Many of these villagers had also helped out at Lao Song’s family earlier in the year, but since work in the village wasn’t stable, they chose to go out and work elsewhere.

However, with national policies tightening every year, and the business environment worsening, after moving around all year, many didn’t find any high-paying jobs.

Now hearing that radishes and cabbages at home can sell for a high price, how can they not be excited?

Aunt Zhang Hong’s radishes and cabbages initially weren’t given much attention, just casually planted in the field.

But ever since Li Lanhua’s family sold theirs, and she came back that day, she installed a fence around these inconspicuous vegetables that every household had, overnight.

Even if the bamboo fence couldn’t be sharpened in time, sticking a few branches still worked, and she even seriously put up a net.

Now Zhao Haiqiang, who knew his way around, brought the scale down and said:

"Old rules. Don’t wash the radish leaves, wash the radishes clean and wipe dry. Peel off the outer old leaves of the cabbage..."

With something that sells for more than a dozen yuan per kilo, if it’s not tidied up nicely, customers, even if buying for the taste, will still complain in their hearts.

And Aunt Hong had already heard about these requirements, and now she quickly called out to familiar faces:

"Alright, alright, we’ll tidy up right away."

Even though he didn’t quote a price, from Aunt Hong’s enthusiasm, the onlookers knew the price wouldn’t be low.

One sharp-witted one was already the first to enter the vegetable garden: "I’ll help you!"

Another one just loudly asked:

"I heard this cabbage is over 5 yuan a kilo, right?"

"Yes," Zhao Haiqiang nodded: "But I have to taste it first. It must be vegetable seedlings from Lao Song’s family; their seeds are different and have been specially cultivated by experts from the Agricultural Research Institute, giving them a distinctive taste."

Everyone knew how good Lao Song’s vegetables were, how long did they reminisce about that pig-slaughtering feast?

However, it’s said that all the vegetables were contracted by the big boss, and they even had to pick vegetables in the middle of the night, so they were too embarrassed to go and ask for some.

But how different can the separated seedlings be?

People were muttering.

But Li Lanhua knew that Song Tan would distribute seedlings to everyone again next year, so she whispered something to Aunt Zhang Hong, then turned and tore off a few cabbage leaves and passed them out.

"You’ll know the difference once you taste it."

Actually, radishes are more convincing when tasted, but with a radish weighing several kilos, who would be willing to do that!

But for those who have been cooking at home for years, they could tell if the vegetables are good with just a taste.

The group silently passed the leaves around, finally chewing on them, looking at the gradually fragmented leaves, and fell silent.

If only they knew radishes and cabbages could easily sell for tens of thousands, what was the point of toiling around different places for half a year?

"Such a good deal, and nobody said anything earlier..." someone grumbled.

Li Lanhua, determined to cling to Old Song’s family, gave a silent glance at that person.

Once everyone entered the garden to help, she retreated in success—

The small vegetable garden couldn’t accommodate so many people, so with nothing more for her to do, she might as well level the wasteland at her doorstep, so they could plant more next year.

Thinking about it, in a few months, her Maozhu can earn a salary by picking tea, and she can also work in the tea-picking, earning over a hundred a day...

Oh, when the whole spring passes, the two of them can save tens of thousands again, they might laugh themselves awake from their dreams!

Lao Song’s family was really good at contracting the mountains and land!

Once contracted, there was work to be done, and with work, they didn’t worry about having no money!

Actually, she envied Zhai Xiaofeng, who works as a kitchen assistant at the mountain canteen. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

No matter if there’s work or not, more or less, she earns a stable salary every month, and is officially employed by Song Tan’s family...

Sigh!

Too bad she didn’t make up her mind back then, otherwise that job wouldn’t have gone to someone from another village!

And at Lao Song’s family, Wu Lan was also asking: "Didn’t Old Zhao come today?"

"Mm." Song Sancheng replied, "It was his big nephew Xiaozhao who came. Xiaozhao is reliable, and has been keeping an eye on things over there."

With such high vegetable prices, even though Zhao Haiqiang seemed honest, when he arrived, he only needed a glance to confirm whether the vegetables were deliberately planted at the last moment to pass off the fake as real.

When everyone started working again, he watched intently to prevent anyone from taking advantage.

Fortunately, this year’s radish and cabbage harvest was low-key, and hadn’t been much advertised, so everything was proceeding smoothly.

But next year...

He scratched his head, thinking he might need to come up with a plan.

Just then, someone suddenly exclaimed while watching their phone: "Wow, Old Song caught quite a lot of fish with this net! I wonder how much it’ll sell for?"

What?

Zhao Haiqiang was instantly alert, quickly opened his phone, and surely saw that Song Sancheng had posted a video!

He was netting fish... he was going to sell fish!

Xiaozhao had a bad feeling!

As expected, the phone rang the next moment, and Old Zhao’s voice was loud beyond belief!

"What’s going on! What’s going on? Why haven’t I heard a thing, and the fish have already been sold?!!"

"Haiqiang! You better go and check! See if it’s that shameless Boss Chang!"

Still looking honest, Xiaozhao said, "Can’t do, Uncle; I have to keep an eye on the vegetables. Do you want vegetables or fish?"

Old Zhao was instantly silenced.

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