Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 129.1

At this moment, Song Tan was standing on the truck, helping to unload the goods.

Two thousand saplings were no small number, especially since Zhang Yanping had chosen high-quality ones. These weren’t just single-stemmed, upright saplings; they had been grafted, pruned, and trained to spread their branches widely.

Such saplings, once planted and properly maintained, would bear abundant fruit within the same year.

However, they also took up a lot of space.

If it weren’t for the seller’s years of experience in packing and trimming, a single truck might not have been enough to carry everything.

Given the size of this order, even though a 30% deposit had already been paid, the nursery owner decided to bring along his two trustworthy brothers.

The three burly men delivered the goods and didn’t have a chance to show how tough they were before they all began vomiting violently—

The unfamiliar mountain road had a bend every few steps and a turn every few meters. Their large truck crawled along the village road like a snail, constantly braking and stopping. They were terrified and nauseous the entire way.

They were utterly miserable!

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry,” Song Tan apologized, not expecting them to get so carsick. She asked Zhang Yanping to take them to wash up and had Qiao Qiao prepare a cup of warm water for each of them with just a small spoonful of honey.

When the three men felt better, she handed them the warm honey water—

Instantly, the mildly sweet honey water soothed their throats and stomachs, making them feel comforted from the inside out.

The nursery owner finished his drink in one gulp and smacked his lips, asking eagerly, “Is there more?”

“Yes, there is.” Qiao Qiao came over with a thermos and refilled their cups with warm water.

The men looked at each other…

This time, the sweet taste in their mouths was much less intense, but they could still faintly taste the honey’s lingering fragrance.

They glanced around the yard at the jars of honey that hadn’t yet been put away. Normally, they didn’t lack good honey in their orchard, but this flavor sparked their interest.

“Girl, is this honey from your own bees? How much is it? Give us a pound.”

Song Tan, who was checking the condition of the saplings, responded.

The seller was right; these were indeed late-ripening varieties, with small, undeveloped brown flower buds still on them. The freshness was just as the owner had promised, likely dug up that morning, bundled, and delivered here within the day.

The buds were starting to emerge, and the roots still had a solid ball of soil.

The deal Zhang Yanping negotiated was truly worth it.

But for most people, the yield would decrease in the first year under such conditions. However, for Song Tan…

At that moment, Song Tan was lost in dreams of her “money tree.”

Meanwhile, Qiao Qiao eagerly answered, “One thousand yuan per pound.”

What? Honey for a thousand yuan per pound?!

The three burly men were stunned. They downed their drinks in one gulp, exchanged looks, and pretended not to have heard that price.

However, the batch of peach saplings cost over a hundred thousand yuan, so there was no way Song Tan would let them leave so easily.

Qiao Qiao collected the cups, replaced the water with a new pot, and carefully added two tea leaves to each cup.

Two leaves, exactly.

The nursery owner watched Qiao Qiao count them out, leaf by leaf.

When hot water was poured over them, the fresh aroma of the tea filled the air. The three men inhaled deeply, feeling as if their minds were being cleared and their dizziness from the winding mountain road began to fade!

“What good tea!”

The three men praised in unison.

Unable to resist, they asked, “How much is this tea? Is it also from your place?”

It probably was, since it had been taken out of the home freezer, wrapped in several layers of a large plastic bag.

Qiao Qiao loudly replied, “Ten thousand yuan per pound.”

The nursery owner was speechless.

The items were indeed good, but wasn’t this price a bit too much?

He looked at Qiao Qiao, who seemed a bit different from an ordinary boy, and couldn’t help but step towards the gate. He called out loudly to Song Tan, who was standing on the truck, counting the goods:

“Girl, how much do your tea and honey cost?”

Without looking up, Song Tan replied, “Just like my brother said.”

She wasn’t joking. Since they were already here, why let them leave empty-handed?

After answering, she turned back and called Song Sancheng over to help load the peach trees bundle by bundle onto her small pickup truck.

The road to the back mountain was difficult, and the big truck could not pass, so she had to transport them herself.

Zhang Yanping’s eyes lit up: “I don’t understand fruit trees. Tan Tan, you should go with everyone to check the quality. I think these bosses look pretty wealthy—maybe we can sell them something.”

After all, he was done with digging bamboo shoots; whether pulling or digging, it was exhausting.

Selling things was more his forte.