Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 58 - : 58. Do people actually buy this?_1

Chapter 58: 58. Do people actually buy this?_1

Someone actually bought them?

Aunt Mao Li was dumbfounded.

And… and she had come to the market today with a mission!

The five bunches of Milk Vetch from yesterday’s lunch had started out as just one dish, but they couldn’t resist and ended up cooking all four remaining bunches.

Hardly anyone ate the meat that was stewed at noon; they just gobbled up the vegetables until they were completely full. They might have had their fill at noon, but by evening, nothing was left!

Her granddaughter Song Ziyi came back from art class in the afternoon, and seeing none of Qiaoqiao’s vegetables on the dinner table, she immediately burst into tears.

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Although Aunt Mao Li constantly nagged about “needing roots” and “needing grandsons,” these were words she dared not say to her daughter-in-law.

And her granddaughter was the family’s treasure. Now that she was crying, how could they bear it?

The family did everything in their power to soothe her, and promised that she would have the dish tomorrow, which finally calmed her down.

Later, her daughter-in-law added, “Mom, why don’t you also visit the market tomorrow? They’re our relatives after all, and it’s good that Ziyi likes their vegetables. Supporting their business wouldn’t hurt.”

She then turned to ask Uncle Song:

“Dad, how much did Tantan say the vegetables were per pound today?”

Uncle Song surely remembered Qiaoqiao mentioning twenty, but in his eyes, how could something that grew in the ground be priced so high?

Thus, he still responded without hesitation, “A few bucks, I guess? Two bucks maybe?”

Mao Li clicked her tongue in disapproval, “These young people have too many ideas. Back in our day, we would’ve just fed this to the pigs, yet now they’re making money off it.”

But inwardly she felt relieved, “All this work hardly makes any money; forget it, I’ll buy five pounds tomorrow.”

The family was busy working out their calculations, but the moment they got to Song Tan and her opening price of twenty yuan per pound, Aunt Mao Li’s defenses were shattered.

They were relatives after all. Song Tan didn’t plan to fall out with them over such a trivial matter—she had to consider Comrade Old Song’s dignity, right?

So, she put on her standard smile again:

“Aunt, why don’t you look somewhere else? I’m about to close up shop here.”

But I haven’t bought anything yet—Mao Li stood there, recalling her granddaughter’s wailing and the exorbitantly priced vegetables, and felt even more upset.

After some thought, she nonetheless turned around and said:

“Fine, we’re family after all. I understand it’s not easy for you kids to do business. Let it be twenty then; give me one pound.”

While peering into the basket, she warned, “Tantan, you better not give me short weight, or I’ll have to ask your parents what kind of education you received.”

Song Tan thought to herself that she had been selling vegetables for a few months now, and this was the first time she had seen a relative trying to undermine her!

Besides, she had just said she was sold out.

Qiaoqiao had already picked up the baskets, shouting, “All sold out!”

“How can they be sold out?”

Aunt Mao Li pointed to the baskets, “Aren’t there a few bunches left? Aunt has brought you money; why don’t you want it?”

But Qiaoqiao shook his fluffy little head happily and with a cheerful tone, said, “No way, those are for my auntie!”

Mao Li felt a pang in her heart at that moment.

“Twenty yuan a pound, and you’re giving away so much?”

After hearing this, Song Tan began to wonder how she had managed all these years.

She looked over with a smile that was not quite a smile, “Great-aunt, I sent the same amount to your house, too. It can’t be five pounds for my dad’s brothers and four pounds for my mom’s sisters, right?”

Even Mao Li, who had a bellyful of words, found them stuck in her throat at this moment.

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But the taste of yesterday’s vegetables…

She then displayed a friendly smile again, “You child, what are you saying! Am I someone unreasonable?”

“It’s mainly Ziyi, she insists on eating Qiaoqiao’s vegetables, you know, children don’t understand—how about this, you just even out a handful for me today?”

“Isn’t your aunt your own relative too? Just make it up to her tomorrow,” she said.

Song Tan burst out laughing, without sparing any face, “So I deliver four handfuls today and one more tomorrow? Are these ginseng or wild vegetables I’m delivering?”

“Great-aunt, since Ziyi likes them so much, I’ll give you this face. Either you buy all the remaining vegetables, or you don’t worry about how much I send to my aunt,” Song Tan said.

Could Mao Li really bear to spend a hundred dollars on these worthless wild vegetables?

That would be utterly impossible.

Besides, being confronted by a younger person in front of everyone at the market, where were her face and dignity?

The great-aunt rolled her eyes with a sullen expression:

“Tantan, your great-uncle and I have been in the city for so many years, we have no lack of connections. We were even thinking about introducing you to a good match! Is this how you treat us?”

“Forget it, leftover slop for pigs. If it weren’t for the sake of family, who would be willing to buy it with money?” she said as she turned and stormed off.

Song Tan also had a darkened expression—fortunately, the customers had all left by then.

Otherwise, if she were to say such things in front of everyone, Song Tan might have slapped her on the spot.

Therefore, she also raised her voice, “Great-aunt, if you really despise them, just vomit out yesterday’s vegetables.”

The Great-aunt stopped in her tracks but then hurried away even faster, clacking her little boots.

As soon as she left, the neighbouring vegetable vendor came over with a big smile and said coyly, “That, um, bring more tomorrow morning, I want five pounds.”

While talking, he quickly shoved a hundred dollars her way, as if he were a thief.

Song Tan was well aware, “How about it, the vegetables are delicious, aren’t they?”

The vendor nodded reluctantly, “Is the soil and water from your old home really that good? Have you considered growing some other vegetables?”

Song Tan’s thoughts stirred: “There are, but it’s not the season yet, just too lazy to bother with the greenhouse now. We’ll talk about it next month—since you sell vegetables here every day, which vegetables have better market prospects?”

The vendor looked at her and sighed, “You can make Milk Vetch taste this good, why worry about what variety to grow? Just grow whatever and sell it, you won’t lack for buyers.”

Song Tan never expected that of all her customers, the one who had the most confidence in her would be this competitor!

She was quite touched, “Alright, just for that comment, when the new vegetables are out, I’ll give you the opportunity to jump the queue!”

The vendor rolled his eyes, “I set up my stall right beside you every day, do I even need to jump the queue?”

He didn’t take it seriously; after all, he had already bought the vegetables and had become quite thick-skinned, so he casually added a sales pitch:

“By the way, if you plan to sell vegetables here every day, you might as well try to rent a permanent spot—see that, the delineated area, inside the shed, those are all permanent stalls. It’s yours whether you come or not, no worries about wind, sun, or rain.”

“Your vegetables are expensive, with a higher profit margin than ours; you won’t lose out having a stall. If there weren’t so few spots here, and if it weren’t for needing to pull strings with someone, I would have gotten one a long time ago.”

Song Tan did have her eye on the stalls inside, but since selling vegetables wasn’t on a large scale yet, she figured on waiting a while.

Hearing his advice now, she joked,

“Oh my, turns out you’ve been selling vegetables illegally for seven or eight years, brother?”