Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 268 - Chapter 268 268. What to eat at night_1

Chapter 268: 268. What to eat at night_1 Chapter 268: 268. What to eat at night_1 Xin Jun’s proposal was simply perfect.

Everyone who had bought the tea knew of its benefits, and they also knew whether it was worth the price.

But ten thousand yuan was not a small sum.

Most people appeared to be millionaires online, but in reality, even if they actually had ten thousand yuan, they would probably be reluctant to spend it on tea.

Song Tan tallied her sales records and found that, apart from the village’s wealthy clerk, there wasn’t a single female customer who had bought tea.

This showed that aside from the carefree spenders, the average girl was more frugal.

But if a ten thousand yuan tea was unaffordable, what about fifty yuan sachets of fragrance packs? If one pack was not enough, one could simply buy five, six, seven, or eight packs. Compared to ten thousand yuan, it immediately seemed affordable.

So, when Zhang Yanping listed the one-gram simple tea packets on the store, the sales volume in the shop surged at a swift pace!

In no time, the backend already showed more than 1700 orders!

Few bought just one packet, with the largest order having as many as twenty packets!

And this, only because some people had not received their goods yet, hadn’t experienced the quality of the tea, or simply didn’t know about the online store, which was why they hadn’t placed an order.

Song Tan watched from the side, her heart blooming with joy.

That is to say, at this rate, the budget for building her own house could be increased again!

Thank heavens she had asked Zhao Fangyuan to do a complete plan in the beginning; the idea was to build and earn simultaneously. But to think that construction had just started and the initial budget had already increased by so much–it seemed even the heavens couldn’t bear to see her in a humble dwelling!

Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun took turns acting as customer service representatives, and at that moment, they were so busy their fingers were flying over the keyboards, and amidst it all, they didn’t forget to ask her, “The suggestion to sell fragrance packs just came in, should we send a separate gift with it?”

“Sure!”

Song Tan, having earned some money, was also unusually generous, “Send her 5 packets of the tea separately.”

Hopefully, such profit-generating suggestions would come more frequently–the more, the better.

Song Tan, having made some money, began to stroll around the yard carefree.

Seventh Uncle, fretting over what to have for dinner, knocked on the side of the pot with a spoon, resembling Wu Lan who used to prepare to feed the pigs, as if he were about to start calling “Luo luo luo…” any moment!

Song Tan felt a jump in her forehead but, sure enough, saw Seventh Uncle ponder for a moment, “The field by the pond at the foot of your mountain–I remember you planted sesame there, didn’t you?”

Song Tan breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no other reason; the sesame plants hadn’t sprouted yet, but the leaves were thriving, lush and green.

However, Seventh Uncle nodded, “If you’re free, take a basket and pick a basketful of leaves to bring back. Only the tender leaves, don’t take the old leaves from the bottom half of the stalk.”

“The flowers haven’t bloomed, and there’s no sesame yet. Be careful when you pick, don’t pull out the plant by the root.”

Song Tan was dumbfounded.

She picked up the worn basket and asked humbly,

“What do we need sesame leaves for?”

Seventh Uncle clicked his tongue in impatience, “I can’t believe you’re a country kid. Have you never had muddled noodles? Add some sesame leaves, and let’s have muddled noodles for lunch.”

He turned his head and sighed, “Day after day, worrying about what to eat. If it really comes to it, you guys might as well make a menu for me.”

“No way, no way,” Song Tan shook her head rapidly, grabbing the basket and running out–the idea of a set menu, who could come up with that? Aren’t we all sufferers of choice paralysis?

Besides, Seventh Uncle’s cooking skills were so good, nothing he made ever turned out to be a disaster, and every meal was like opening a mystery box, thoroughly delightful!

She definitely didn’t want a fixed menu!

…

To reach the three acres of land at the back mountain’s foot, one had to first climb over the back mountain, then circumvent the Peach Forest, and lastly pass by half of the pond…

Watching the chicks and ducklings chirping and quacking, swimming in the water, running through the grass, and scratching around on the ground, it was a scene of thriving vitality.

It’s a pity, whether it’s chickens or ducks, they’re all just shedding their down, not yet full-grown, not the right time to be eaten.

Even if we were to wait for eggs, we’d still have to wait another two months.

Song Tan sighed dejectedly as she deftly parted the sweet potato vine at the edge, watching Qiaoqiao and Song Sancheng planting corn diligently along the roadside and corners in the distance, and couldn’t help but smile again.

This corn is just ordinary corn, the kind that produces 2 to 4 ears per stalk, usually grown for feeding pigs, chickens, and ducks.

This year, Song Tan considered feeding the stalks to them and possibly keeping the corn for making cornmeal or coarsely ground corn?

With that thought, there was yet another delicious thing to look forward to!

Excited!

Her confidence in sesame leaves grew as well, and with a turn of her foot, she plunged into the sesame field that was half a person tall.

The sesame wasn’t planted extensively, just half an acre at most, mainly for producing a bit of sesame oil.

Now that Seventh Uncle had requested the tender leaves, Song Tan quickly and efficiently started picking them, plucking three to four leaves from each sesame plant, not damaging the plants at all, thus enabling sustainable development–perfect!

Soon enough, the basket was brimming full.

She stood in place, admiring the fruits of her labor, realizing that after becoming a fairy, she indeed had nimble and swift hands and feet. With her current speed, not picking five, six, seven or eight pounds of tea leaves a day would not do justice to her skills, right?

The proud fairy Tantan, carrying the earthy large basket, resolutely returned home.

Aunt Lianhua had prepared a large stainless-steel basin, and now she poured the sesame leaves from the basket into the sink, then began to wash them efficiently.

After washing each basinful, Seventh Uncle would have hot water ready to pour in–

Song Tan, a cooking novice, discovered: everything can be blanched.

Seventh Uncle glanced at her and said, “You don’t know the hardships of the human world.”

“Back when we were struggling with food shortages, we had to eat whatever we could get, and if some things were truly unpalatable, we’d find ways to cook them.”

“Decades ago, people even had to eat memory-bitterness meals! All these things are discovered to have taste only when you are desperately hungry and have no choice.”

Song Tan’s expression darkened.

Standing by the stove, she had just one question:

“So… are sesame leaves tasty?”

Seventh Grandma, assisting Seventh Uncle every day, her complexion rosy and her face glowing, eagerly responded:

“They are delicious! So fragrant, they’re not even worth trading for meat.”

Well, look at her anticipation.

Song Tan then glanced at Seventh Uncle, thinking: No wonder the little old man wanted it for lunch; seems like Seventh Grandma has a craving.

But she didn’t call them out on it, just pondered for a while:

“Can these leaves be sold for money?”

Seventh Uncle’s spoon-wielding hand hesitated for a moment, and Aunt Lianhua laughed:

“Tantan, don’t even think about selling them for money, it’s too much hassle.”

“How much of a hassle?”

Aunt Lianhua thought about it: “If you want to sell sesame leaves, most of what you sell are dried leaves. How do you process dried sesame leaves? Blanch them first, dry them, then crush them when they are halfway dried; you won’t get even a pound out of 10 pounds of leaves. How will you price that?”

She knew about the pricing of goods at Song Tan’s house, but Aunt Lianhua kept her mouth shut; no matter how shocked she was inside, she never revealed a word when she went back.

Song Tan: …

That settles it, then. With so many mouths to feed in their household, a little bit of anything is not enough. What can half an acre of sesame do? Eat?

Some money, if you can’t earn it, just let it be.

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