Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 135.1

The young couple from Fengfeng Express stared helplessly as the small pickup truck came and went, leaving without a second thought, like a heartless lover. All they had in front of them were a pile of orders and a bunch of useless recipes they had just gathered.

The delivery boy watched as the truck disappeared from view, then turned back to his wife, who was on the verge of tears. He scratched his head and said, “Well… we’ve already got the recipes, so why don’t we go to the vegetable market and buy some bamboo shoots?”

At least they could temporarily satisfy their craving.

His wife glared at him, “Do you have money to burn or something?! Bamboo shoots are everywhere; every family has them in their bamboo groves, you can just snap off a few!”

“Besides, they were selling for five yuan per pound at the morning market today. I’m not eating those! They have a weird taste, who would want them?”

She turned her head angrily and continued packing.

The delivery boy: …

So does she want the bamboo shoots or not? Should he get them tomorrow or not?

Song Tan, unaware that she had hurt the feelings of a young couple, glanced at the rearview mirror:

“Qiao Qiao, do you remember how many pounds of bamboo shoots we have in total?”

Qiao Qiao, holding the bag worth twelve thousand yuan, responded loudly, “Three hundred and twenty pounds left!”

They initially had over four hundred pounds, but left a few damaged ones at home, and the rest were left at the courier station.

They had already been divided into three-pound and five-pound bags, making it easier for Qiao Qiao to collect payments.

Song Tan thought for a moment: whether it was spring or winter bamboo shoots, they were all heavy. This batch would bring in six to seven thousand yuan for sure. Ah, today’s wage expenses were almost covered.

Feeling delighted!

That’s right, they weren’t worried about selling at all this time. According to the phone’s tally, the amount was just right.

Of course, some people might want to increase their orders at the last minute, while others might not show up… it was enough.

After all, they hadn’t stopped setting up a stall for long, and the bamboo shoots sold out immediately… Hunger marketing never lied.

Tomorrow, they’d come again!

In the old city district, by the riverside market.

The vegetable vendor crouched in front of his small stall.

His location was remote, and without Song Tan setting up a stall nearby, it suddenly felt deserted and empty.

A familiar face from the market strolled by, slowly picking through the greens in front of her with obvious reluctance:

“Why is everything so expensive? How can these baby cabbages be ten yuan per pound? And these scallions, twelve yuan per pound?! You really know how to make money!”

This year’s vegetables were just expensive; even the vendor was helpless.

“Madam, I don’t set the prices for vegetables in the whole market. Our cost price is just that high; there’s nothing we can do!”

“Last week, the baby cabbage was still selling for seven yuan. Now it’s suddenly gone up, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

Not only had vegetables become more expensive, but pork and eggs had also gone up in price.

The woman knew this too, but she couldn’t help grumbling. At the stall, she picked and chose between the baby cabbage and lettuce, hesitating for a long time, unable to decide.

After a while, she finally chose two crisp heads of baby cabbage and stuffed them into a plastic bag:

“Here, weigh these for me—”

Before she finished speaking, the vendor, seeing something as valuable as money, nearly jumped up, waving his arms:

“Over here! I’ve got a spot saved for you! My five pounds!”

The vegetable lady was taken aback. She saw the whole market come alive, with people swarming towards one direction.

In front of her, an unremarkable pickup truck had parked steadily by the roadside. A young man and woman, quite good-looking, got out.

The clothes they wore were a bit shabby, and the girl even had some dirt on her shirt. She put her hand on the truck’s back, jumped onto it, and started unloading baskets one by one.

The woman squinted — weren’t those bamboo shoots?!