Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 149.2

Whenever her little pickup stopped, the surrounding customers would not spare a glance at the ordinary vegetables.

So why would he sit idle? He might as well build some rapport.

But the young girl was quite straightforward. As she busily worked from the truck bed, she casually assigned him to handle cash collection when he started chatting.

The vendor was actually a bit flattered.

With a truck full of bamboo shoots, the cash flow was significant!

So, he worked even more diligently.

But after a busy hour, when the crowd began to thin, he looked at his full pocket of money and suddenly realized—

What trust?

Wasn’t he doing the work of that silly brother of hers?

Turning his head, he saw Song Tan noticing fewer people. She turned and handed him a three-pound bag of bamboo shoots.

“Take it; no charge.”

Wow, was it raining red from the sky? Even a stingy person like her was giving something away!

The vendor didn’t stand on ceremony. He opened the plastic bag and looked inside, finding three big winter bamboo shoots and a handful of spring bamboo shoots. He couldn’t help but sigh:

“These three pounds of bamboo shoots, the shells alone must weigh two and a half pounds. There’s barely anything left.”

Together, they might only make one dish, and it would need a shallow plate at that.

He sighed to Song Tan: “Last time, I bought a few pounds of bamboo shoots from you, and I finished them in one meal. Why don’t you supply these excellent vegetables to a five-star hotel instead of selling them here every day?”

He could afford to buy them, but eating them daily was too much. He worked hard at night just to make sure he could afford them!

What a dilemma!

Song Tan laughed, “You’re worrying too early. Right now, I’m just selling whatever I dig up around the house. In two months, when the vegetables in my fields are ready, if you don’t pay me a hundred yuan a day, I’ll be impressed by your self-control!”

A hundred yuan might buy enough greens, like five pounds of cabbage, to feed a family for a meal.

But if it were like these bamboo shoots, with all the shells… a hundred yuan might only get you a taste.

He sighed, “I’ve never felt this reluctant even when buying cherries for my kids.”

He turned his interest back to her: “What kind of vegetables are you growing in your fields? Are they of the same quality as these?”

Song Tan thought about the seeds and seedlings she had cultivated with spiritual energy from the beginning. She nodded confidently, “Just as good, if not better.”

The vendor shuddered at the thought, “And the price…”

Prices were something Song Tan hadn’t seriously considered yet, but since they were just daily vegetables, even if sold at a high price, so what?

She wasn’t trying to become the richest person.

So she nodded again: “Same as before, twenty yuan a pound.” It was easier to keep track of the numbers.

The vendor began counting on his fingers the types of vegetables she had mentioned:

Bok choy grows fast and could be ready by Labor Day, then tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, long beans… Oh my gosh, she would have something to sell every month!

How much would he have to spend?

After some thought, the vendor leaned closer: “Miss, do you offer wholesale prices for your vegetables? What would the wholesale rate be?”