Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 231 - Chapter 231 231. Start selling vegetables_1

Chapter 231: 231. Start selling vegetables_1 Chapter 231: 231. Start selling vegetables_1 The pickup truck trundled along the mountain road.

Zhang Yanping was sprawled across the back seat in an ungainly fashion, while Qiaoqiao sat in the passenger’s seat, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

“Sis, how long till we can go to the amusement park?”

“Let’s wait till noon, we still have to sell vegetables, after all. You should try to nap,” Song Tan said.

“I’m not sleepy. Sis, what’s in the amusement park? Is there a carousel and bumper cars?”

“Yes, there are. They have everything.”

“The online community says there’s also river rafting at the park. Can I play that too?”

“You surely can.”

“Will I be playing alone? Will you be with me?”

“I probably won’t join you. Let Brother Yanping keep you company.”

“Why won’t you join me, sis? Is it because you don’t want to go to the amusement park?”

“Because driving is exhausting, sis needs a good sleep.”

In fact, Song Tan was going to the building materials mall–Zhao Fangyuan had provided the design drawings, and she was in charge of finding the construction team. But to get ahead of schedule, she had to preview many of the styles, colors, and other options.

It’s hard to get a feel for things online; it would be necessary to make a trip to the materials mall.

If circumstances allowed, who wouldn’t want their house to be built over a year or more, meticulously crafted and decorated?

But they didn’t have the means for that now, so they were settling for plain white walls and grey tiles, just aiming for neatness and grandeur.

They would use a lot of machinery and prefabricated materials, which are sturdy and durable. As for how elaborate… Song Tan didn’t demand much.

No matter how exquisite it is, could it be more exquisite than the ornate pavilions and mystical abodes of the Cultivation World she once knew?

Of course, the main reason was the lack of funds–they couldn’t invest everything in the house.

The mountain road was exceptionally quiet in the early hours of the morning.

Back in Ning City, there were night owls who hadn’t managed to sleep, currently staring at their group messages in excitement:

[Oh my gosh, we in Ning City can finally enjoy VIP treatment–the boss is coming in person to sell vegetables!]

Heaven knows, they had been envious of Yun City for so long; all the good stuff always made its first appearance in that market. Only items convenient for shipping were left for Ning City, and the delivery cost was enough to buy a kilo of vegetables!

Just thinking about it made everyone’s heart ache.

But now, the boss had finally realized the vast potential of their market, how could they not be thrilled!

The farmers’ market at the First People’s Hospital, right?

Fine, they’ve got it, setting their alarms now.

Even more excited than everyone else was Dr. Xiaozhang, who hadn’t tasted good food in ages.

Dr. Xiaozhang had once traded 10 pounds of bamboo shoots for a girlfriend, a girlfriend who adored him, and he was extremely proud of it. Therefore, hearing that his girlfriend Chen Jingjing’s parents wanted to meet him, he had been thrilled for several nights!

This time, opportunity knocks. Just as he’s about to visit Chen Jingjing’s home, the boss herself is coming to sell vegetables.

He had to dig deep into his savings, buy 10 to 8 pounds of vegetables to please his girlfriend’s family!

For this, Zhang Yuan counted his remaining savings overnight.

Okay, a pitiful total of 17,000 yuan.

But fortunately, Dr. Xiaozhang knew the drill: vegetables from the mountain village girl came at a standard price, 20 yuan per pound whether it’s bok choy or anything else–10 to 8 pounds would only cost two to three hundred yuan. With the rest of the money, he could buy some cigarettes and alcohol, and even save some to buy Jingjing a gift…

Thinking this way, his heart calmed down.

Dr. Xiaozhang, with a serene smile, laid in the duty room, but in the next moment, a nurse shouted from the doorway, “Dr. Zhang, there’s an emergency!”

Dr. Xiaozhang dragged himself up sadly–being on emergency duty this month, he had no time for dates with Jingjing, and it was truly painful.

However, what was even more painful followed–

At 5:30 in the morning, Song Tan finally drove the car to the market.

The market behind the hospital was particularly bustling, even though the sky was just faintly bright, the vegetable stalls were already packed to the brim.

As an outsider, she was thankful for the warm-hearted customers of the group who directed her, so she managed to secure a spot in a tiny corner at the last minute.

She purposefully took out five bundles of baby bok choy from the car and set them aside separately.

When the eager customer hurried over, Song Tan then smiled and handed over the bok choy:

“Thanks to your directions, or else we wouldn’t even have a place to park. I’m really grateful.”

The other party, seeing the tender bok choy in the plastic bag, smiled so broadly that his eyes disappeared:

“Aiyo, it was just a small favor; how can I accept this…”

His mouth expressed modesty, but his hands had no trouble taking the bag away. He also didn’t forget to advise, “You better hurry up and sell, after 9 o’clock there will be people coming to inspect this area.”

With all the hospital’s customers here, Song Tan still had confidence in her 1,000 pounds of bok choy.

Qiaoqiao and Zhang Yanping were both woken up, the former with QR codes plastered on her front and back as usual, while the latter yawned and got the plastic bags and coin box ready.

As soon as the sign for 20 yuan per pound went up, the family members who came to the market early in the morning for freshness were shocked.

“What the heck? Your baby bok choy is 20 yuan a pound?! Are you out of your mind?”

Zhang Yanping was still a bit sleepy and yawned: “Auntie, if our bok choy is priced like this, it means it’s got that level of quality. Why don’t you try some?”

“I don’t want it!” The auntie retreated two steps back with her basket warily.

“What kind of baby bok choy dares to be priced like this? Do you think we are fools with too much money?!”

With that, she huffed coldly, turned, and walked away.

Zhang Yanping blinked and dragged a stool out from the car to sit down, not in a rush at all.

Qiaoqiao was even calmer; now the three siblings sat in a row, with three baskets of fresh baby bok choy in front of them.

Their demeanor was like waiting for a windfall, very steady and composed.

The surrounding vendors hadn’t seen these new faces before, and now they casually strolled over, and they too were somewhat stunned:

“Brother, just starting in the business? Where did you get your vegetables? Fresh they are, but you got swindled, right?”

This was said with a mix of concern, schadenfreude, and a hint of superiority. Zhang Yanping had never seen such complex emotions on one person’s face before. After thinking for a moment, he plucked a tiny bit of a leaf from the bok choy in front of him–really just a tiny bit–

The size of a fingernail.

He offered it: “Wanna have a taste?”

The vendor was speechless.

Was this necessary? You could have plucked a whole leaf instead!

But since it was offered, he didn’t have the heart to snub the gesture, and so he popped the tiny piece of leaf into his mouth to chew.

Then his face suddenly went silent.

The onlookers, who had gathered to watch the commotion, now asked, “How is it?”

But the vendor was looking at Zhang Yanping: “Brother, give me a whole leaf to try.”

No sooner had he spoken than a loud voice from behind called out, “Quick, quick, quick! Right here, the boss has really come!”

Goodness, this was clearly a team effort, all hands on deck, which made the vendor envy:

“Boss, is it still the same quality?”

Song Tan nodded, her expression confident and assured: “If it’s not delicious, I’ll refund you.”