Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 349 - Chapter 349 349. Green Peach Pricing_1

Chapter 349: 349. Green Peach Pricing_1 Chapter 349: 349. Green Peach Pricing_1 As soon as he finished speaking, Seventh Uncle’s expression gradually changed from a grimace to one of satisfaction and contentment.

Then, he squinted his eyes as if he was already intoxicated by the faint sweetness present there, with its lingering aftertaste.

The barrage of comments fell silent.

Then, the person who just said they wouldn’t buy hastily sent another message–

[Maybe… I should still support it! Let me start with two baskets!]

At this time, someone cautiously asked:

[I just arrived, can pregnant women eat pickled green peaches?]

[To the one who just arrived, don’t ask any questions in this live stream]

[Why? Can’t we ask questions during the live stream?]

[Oh no, ask away, if anyone answers you, count it as my loss]

[???]

The phone, perched on its stand, was there with less presence than the trees behind the hill, to the extent that everyone forgot they were still on a live stream since Qiaoqiao wasn’t speaking.

Qiaoqiao was mindful at first.

But the knife in his hand had a mind of its own as he smoothly scored cross after cross on the green peaches. He gradually forgot he was supposed to be a role model and just focused on working hard.

Wu Lan, who was watching, couldn’t help feeling distressed: “Look at you, why are you so energetic working? Isn’t it hot? Take a break.”

Qiaoqiao didn’t even lift his head: “I’m not tired, I like doing this.”

It didn’t require much thinking, the actions were simple, and filling up a big basin felt so satisfying!

Song Tan also began to smile: “It’s fine, it’s not that hot yet, let him do as he pleases. Our Qiaoqiao is a real man!”

These words only made Qiaoqiao more enthusiastic.

Meanwhile, in the neglected live stream, a timid comment drifted by–

[So… have we been forgotten again?]

[It’s okay, he hasn’t even stopped the stream, I’m so satisfied.]

[Right. It’s so hot today, why don’t we take a nap?]

[Wait! Do none of you have to work? Slacking off is one thing, but isn’t taking a nap going too far?]

[Sorry, the company is mine.]

[Sorry, I have my own office.]

[Sorry, I’m free to do anything here without surveillance, and bored to boot.]

Well now, it turned out to be a Versailles-themed live stream!

The remaining office workers who dared not speak shed bitter tears of the heart.

Luckily, by 9:30, Seventh Uncle declared a break: “Qiaoqiao, take a rest, or your arms will be sore later.”

Just at that moment, a villager brought over the last basket of green peaches from outside the yard: “Old Song, we won’t pick anymore today, we’ll continue in the evening.”

“Alright,” Song Sancheng quickly responded.

The sun became scorching, and even with peach trees on the hill, it was too hot to bear — that had been agreed upon beforehand.

Aunt Lianhua took over the green peaches and even joked, “It’s good that we aren’t doing anymore, or else I reckon we’d run out of jars. I’ll have to call someone to deliver more this afternoon.”

Qiaoqiao, looking at Seventh Uncle’s three huge basins of sweet and sour pickled green peaches, along with his own one and a half basins of salty green peaches, silently took over the last basket: “Let’s finish these off as well.”

Alright, if the kid loves to work so much, why stop him?

Aunt Lianhua looked at Song Tan, then took the basket of green peaches and began to scrub them clean once again.

Wearing red plastic gloves, she scrubbed the fuzzy green peaches until they looked tender and green, becoming increasingly enticing in the live stream.

Meanwhile, once the green peaches were scrubbed clean and rinsed twice in water, they were handed off to Qiaoqiao, who followed to the stove to continue sterilizing the jars.

At this moment, stainless steel basins were lined up in the yard, each covered with a clean dust net.

Next to them, the glass jars that had been boiled in water were inverted on cheesecloth, to be wiped down by Aunt Lianhua, who had a free hand, and then covered as well.

This made the viewers in the live stream feel inexplicably at ease.

[Even though it’s made in a small farmhouse, it looks really clean]

[It’s like it’s being made in your own home]

[The stream is so smooth, the atmosphere is so good…]

[I’m sleepy]

[The host is really casual, and even shows us the production process for real]

[I’m happy to watch, but can you announce the next stream in advance next time? Give me some time to order takeout]

[Right, if you announce it, I won’t eat beforehand, so I won’t be full and craving. Eating or not eating is a dilemma]

Just then, Zhang Yanping asked, “Tantan, how do we price the green peaches? I’ll just snap a couple of pictures with my phone and list them for now, we don’t have that many anyway.”

Actually, there were quite a lot.

Though the peach trees on the mountain were large saplings planted this year, which normally wouldn’t bear fruit so soon. But stimulated by Spiritual Energy, they grew even more abundantly than in their fruiting season–the small green peaches could yield four to five hundred pounds per acre just from thinning!

With 20 acres of forest, that would be at least 10,000 pounds, right?

And these were just the young green peaches!

The amount they had could give one an idea of what a spectacle the peach harvest would be that year.

However…

Zhang Yanping figured that such a product was a time-limited bonus item, and it probably wouldn’t sell for too much.

And the slightly cheaper items in the store were always the quickest to sell out.

Song Tan thought for a moment, “How about… the old price?”

The old price was 20 per pound.

But Zhang Yanping disagreed, “Just the cost of one of these glass jars is 5 yuan!”

Song Tan: “That expensive? Well then, let’s make it 29 yuan.”

Zhang Yanping thought for a bit, “About right. It’s hot, and hiring people is expensive, can’t forget that cost.”

Two hundred a day, since the daily amount required wasn’t much. Only the melon vines and the thinning were a bit of a hassle, so they hired two villagers known for their meticulous work.

Boy, the livestream audience was taken aback–

[They really don’t treat us like outsiders]

[Witnessing the store owner’s pricing logic firsthand–priority goes to the old price.]

[How should I put it? Even though they’re setting the price in front of me, and they even added 9 yuan to the selling price because of the 5 yuan cost, somehow I’m still a little moved]

[The green peaches are really cheap!]

[I want to buy!!!]

[Me too!]

[So it’s 29 a pound, if not now, then when?!]

[There’s nothing cheaper in the whole store.]

Tea leaves are 50 per gram, tremella is 80 for 10 grams, honey is 1000 per pound.

Nothing else, that’s all.

It’s hot, and they’re even not listing other vegetables and fruits.

But no matter how lively the bullet chat discussions were, the people present finished prepping the peaches and set the price. Zhang Yanping hadn’t even packed them into jars when she suddenly realized something was off–

What had they told Qiaoqiao they would do today?

Livestream sales…

Shit, livestream!!!

Song Tan and Zhang Yanping both stood up–They had forgotten.

Looking at the lonely tripod standing in the middle of the yard, it looked extraordinarily innocent and pitiful.

Even someone as thick-skinned as Song Tan couldn’t help but clear her throat, “Ahem, sorry everyone, we just forgot… these peaches… these peaches are great.”

Ah, she couldn’t even go on.

And it wasn’t until then that a bullet comment timidly floated by: [Am I the only one who still remembers the watermelons from last time?]

Song Tan’s spirits lifted!

Now, to divert the topic, she was willing to say anything, “Watermelons? Sell them!”

“They’re a bit expensive, and the after-sales for shipping are a hassle–so let’s do this, list 10 of them. Those who don’t mind can go bid.”

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