Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 169 - .Pick Tremella _1
Chapter 169: 169.Pick Tremella _1
Chapter 169: 169.Pick Tremella _1
Of course, the limitation of watermelon varieties isn’t just about market demand; one also has to consider whether there is enough labor at home to manage them.
For instance, the early-maturing variety that the boss initially recommended highly, which grows one fruit per vine, doesn’t require much careful attention.
Whereas those that can produce two to three fruits per plant require more effort and care by comparison.
Pruning to encourage flowering and spacing out fruits… all that takes a lot of work.
Song Tan calculated the timing in her mind—
“Boss, let’s start with twelve thousand early-maturing seedlings and two thousand five hundred mid-maturing ones.”
“Can you deliver everything to my house before six-thirty tomorrow morning?”
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Ah, if it weren’t for selling some bamboo shoots and a few pounds of tea leaves, the money for buying the seedlings would be tight again.
Life is really tough.
Sure, how could it not be?! With such a big deal, the boss was so excited that he trembled, even at a wholesale price of thirty-five cents per seedling, he could make nearly five thousand yuan!
Ay, the seedlings for our own greenhouse aren’t even enough; got to hurry and ask the relatives to chip in.
However…
The boss looked at her worriedly again, “Girl, are you planting watermelons on ten or twenty acres of land? Have you secured a sales channel?”
“If you haven’t, don’t plant so much. It’s a big risk!”
Twenty acres of land, with this type of small watermelon, if taken care of well, it can yield three thousand jin per acre, which is not a small amount! A loss would really hurt!
Farming has never been as simple as just scattering seeds and planting seedlings and then sitting back waiting for the harvest. There’s the application of fertilizers and pesticides, labor management, and dealing with the occasional natural and man-made disasters; the risks are significant.
It’s quite common for someone who has invested a year’s worth of time and their entire savings to have a heavy downpour ruin everything, blowing up the watermelons in the field…
Which watermelon farmer hasn’t experienced this kind of thing?
Moreover, these things are massively produced every year. If you plant so much without a solid plan, there’s a good chance the watermelons won’t sell and will just rot in the field.
If that happens, an entire year’s effort will have been wasted. That would be the end of it.
The boss wants to make money, but in business, it’s best when everyone prospers; that way, they can have a steady and stable income.
…
What sales channel? Nowadays, aside from setting up a market stall and online shopping, there’s nothing else.
But Song Tan wasn’t worried. For now, she could only nod confidently:
“Don’t worry, everything’s been taken care of.”
“Good, good, good!”
The boss immediately beamed with joy.
Although negotiating prices in advance often means making less profit, it’s safer that way.
Now, all that needed to be done was to ensure the quality and quantity; the greenhouse still had other seedlings. By maintaining this client, there could be sustainable development.
Ah, there really is a lot to worry about in doing business nowadays.
…
Upon returning home, sure enough, she saw father and son still excitedly driving their respective tricycles.
Seeing her dad riding the tricycle, seemingly too fond of it to get off, Song Tan couldn’t help but laugh, “Dad, didn’t you say you bought it for Uncle Zhang? Why do you keep riding it yourself?”
Song Sancheng was once again righteous and bold, “Uncle Zhang has trouble with his legs and feet; I can help with the chores. Can’t bully him like that, right?”
Fine then, all explanations lay with the owner.
Naturally, what Dad says goes.
However…
“Dad, we need to find another twenty people to help plant watermelons on the mountain tomorrow.”
Song Sancheng, riding on his bike, couldn’t help but frown with worry: With twenty people swinging their hoes, four thousand yuan would be gone.
He hesitated, “Planting watermelons is a bit easier than the last job. Should we pay only one hundred and fifty per day?”
Song Tan thought it over, “There’s no need, Dad. We’re all from the same village. We often have work, and it’ll save us the trouble of anyone feeling jealous and causing trouble.”
Besides, a person’s workload from morning till night is just six or seven hundred plants, which isn’t light either.
Being generous with money means at least everyone will take extra care when planting the seedlings.
Twenty acres of mountain land, after all, we will need the help of our fellow villagers quite often in the future.
Song Sancheng understood the hardships of farming much better than Song Tan did, but he just brought it up for discussion, and now he let it go.
As soon as he finished his sentence, he stepped on the gas, and the tricycle began to hum softly, “I’m going to the rear mountain to have a word with your Uncle Zhang, and prepare some more fertilizer when I have the chance.”
This was not about having a word; it was clearly a chance to show off!
Song Tan swallowed the rest of her words and had no choice but to change the subject, “Seventh Uncle, you’ll have to work hard tomorrow.”
Seventh Uncle snorted, “That’s what I’m here for, no need to talk about hardship. Nonsense!”
“If you really feel bad about it, didn’t you say that the silver ear mushrooms on the mountain are doing well? Hurry and pick a basketful. With the weather nice these days, I can dry them and cook them up.”
Just like wood ear mushrooms, these can’t be eaten right away after picking; they must go through a drying process, either sun-drying or oven-drying.
Seventh Grandma is old and has weak teeth, and silver ear is nourishing for the stomach and intestines, so Seventh Uncle has wanted them for a long time.
Song Tan smiled, “Okay, I’ll go up the mountain now.”
“Hold on,” she pointed towards Qiaoqiao, who was absorbed in watching Ultraman on his tablet, “There’s not much to do right now, take him along. It’ll be good for him to see more of the world.”
With Qiaoqiao going, how could Zhang Yanping be left behind?
So, the three of them each took a basket and a sharp little bamboo knife and happily headed up the mountain.
As they were leaving, they were stopped by Song Youde, “Tantan, are the baskets heavy? Why not put them on the back seat of my bike and I’ll take them up for you?”
Song Tan: …
How heavy can an empty basket be? Aren’t you just looking for an excuse to ride your bike and show off? But Grandpa, your bike’s back seat only fits one person, it’s another matter whether these three baskets can be stacked there!
Zhang Yanping also sighed, “That mountain is all my blood and sweat.”
What blood and sweat? Wasn’t it just a bit of effort when you planted the Golden Sakura?
Song Tan was too lazy to argue.
She pointed ahead, “Look, your blood and sweat have bloomed. Why not pick a couple of flowers to take back?”
The Golden Sakura, planted in March, was growing vigorously with the aid of Spiritual Energy, shooting up bamboos, sprouting leaves, and budding like crazy.
When they were planted, they were pruned to look like little stumps, but now their long branches and tendrils were already hanging on the fence.
The flowers that bloomed, white with yellow stamens, seemed enchanted, and if you came closer, there was even a fresh fragrance!
No wonder, even though only a few flowers had bloomed sparsely, there were bees buzzing around them.
“These flowers are so big!” Qiaoqiao immediately leaned in to compare, “When will more bloom? I’ll bring Daxiong to see.”
Too bad nobody commended his attention to detail.
Song Tan had already entered Chestnut Woods and started picking silver ears from the neatly arranged mushroom logs.
These were the first harvest of silver ears, and they weren’t very large, as if they hadn’t fully spread out yet.
The largest were only about the size of a duck egg.
With the sharp little bamboo knife, she aimed for the bigger silver ears, sliced gently at the base, and swiftly tucked them into the basket.
