Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 457 - Chapter 457 457. Brother Lius Argument Is Too Biased_1

Chapter 457: 457. Brother Liu’s Argument Is Too Biased_1 Chapter 457: 457. Brother Liu’s Argument Is Too Biased_1 Of course, after saying this, Song Tan stretched out his hand: “Grandpa, I’ve covered the 2000 yuan for the worker’s pay. Remember to go to the town to withdraw money to pay me back when you have time.”

Song Youde: …

Was it his fault for being old and not skilled at using a smartphone to make transfers?

“Also,” Song Tan turned and picked up the 1.5-meter-long grass mat, “this is the one you wove for me, right? I’ll take it back first to estimate its price. Is it okay if I give it to someone as a gift later?”

Song Youde did not want to see her anymore: “Go, go, go! Do whatever you want with it. I’m only making this one up for you, and you have to pay for the rest.”

Once Song Tan left, Song Youde hurriedly counted on his fingers how much money he could make–

Not to mention anything else, just for a 1.5-meter mat, it’s 300 yuan. If he wove one per day, he could make nearly ten thousand yuan a month.

Considering the amount he paid to other villagers for the grass, which was 70 yuan, then subtracting the cost of the grass…

Rounding it up, the profit per mat should be around 200 yuan! Was he not going to make money without doing any other work?!

This was truly a case of “half a year’s preparation for one day of business, but that one day provides for the next half year”!

Thinking about it, it wasn’t less than what the old lady earned!

Of course, he also knew that it was because of his granddaughter’s skills and the high quality of the linden grass that he could charge such a high price–don’t believe it? Go to the town’s market and see! Others selling a grass mat of this quality can’t charge more than 70 yuan!

Oh my…

He hummed a tune: “Brother Liu speaks– his reasoning’s askew! Who says a girl is less than a boy–”

Tsk, how true! His granddaughter is much more reliable than his grandson!

…

Song Tan placed the grass mat under her arm and quickly took it home. She had intended to call Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun, but upon realizing they had followed Qiaoqiao to the fields to look at the sorghum, she had to quietly open it herself–

There was nothing to pick apart.

Her grandfather’s craftsmanship was truly beyond reproach.

Without going into detail, the entire grass mat was intricately woven, evenly tight, smooth, and cool. The edges were not like those commonly sold online with floral fabric trimmings; instead, he had woven a patterned edge using extra grass.

The mats were a tranquil green, with a brilliance like jade, and even without getting close, one could smell the fresh fragrance of grass wafting through the air upon unfolding it, making a person feel as if lying in the boundless wilderness, with the wind blowing over the grasslands, leaving only peace and comfort.

Song Tan was at ease.

Considering its quality, selling it for a high price was only fair, wasn’t it? After all, the grass mat Qiaoqiao had was truly comfortable when she tried lying on it.

The grass mat belonging to Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun, although smaller and with minor imperfections, also received similar feedback from them.

In summer, even if the air conditioner ran 24 hours a day, there would be times it didn’t quite do the job, as if it were not emitting any cool air. During those times, one would inevitably feel hot and restless while sleeping and might even break into a sweat for no apparent reason.

According to their feedback, ever since they laid down the grass mats, they hadn’t felt that way anymore–of course, provided they did not sleep beyond the small confines of the mat.

It was at this moment that Guo Dong stood outside the courtyard, also calling out loudly: “Song Tan, Song Tan, are you home?”

Song Tan quickly came out, then looked at her warily: “Didn’t you just move here? How did you learn to call out at the doorstep already?” This was a distinctive feature of their village, whereas the calling method of contemporary young people was more like that of Secretary Xiaozu, with the technique of WeChat summoning.

Indeed, Guo Dong justified her wariness, sighing in this moment: “Oh dear, I really can’t cook well; I had no appetite this morning…”

In her heart, she also sighed with frustration.

After all, according to Guo Dong’s plan, she would come over in the morning to casually look for Song Tan, then see her amiable Aunt Wu Lan, followed by a round of polite conversation. Afterward, she would touch her stomach, looking forlorn, and utter that phrase…

If Aunt Wu Lan were polite for even a moment, she could have the nerve to stay.

However, upon entering the yard, I discovered that there was no movement inside the house, making it clear that no one was at home–does everyone really need to be this industrious just because the sun has finally come out after three days of rain?

Now that my plan has failed, I can’t help but watch Song Tan with a sense of resignation.

Song Tan: …

Song Tan would never be fooled; Doctor Guo is quite cunning! She hadn’t stopped playing the victim during the three days of rain, but luckily I was hard-hearted and didn’t give in.

Now I was even more cold-hearted, “No. Our garden vegetables are delicious blanched and salted. You want vegetables? I can lend you a basket, and you can pick them yourself. Pay after you pick.”

Guo Dong: … Well, if there’s no fish, shrimp will do.

But she did have genuine business this time–“I’ve prepared my medicine, want to take a look?”

During the three rainy days, with no WiFi and nothing else to do at the clinic, she focused on sorting her medicine–actually, she didn’t start with any medicinal materials, but on the morning Doctor Li left, she simply went to the city.

First, she settled on a medicine cabinet, herbs, and some tools with a familiar herbal medicine dealer, and while waiting for the delivery, she also looked at some household appliances. After a busy day, she achieved the efficiency she has now.

At this moment, she pulled out a jar she frequently used from her bag; inside were a dozen or so pale wax-sealed pills.

She pinched one out to show Song Tan, “I’m short on cash right now, this one sells the best, so I made more–want to try?”

Song Tan: … Not to mention that my health is frighteningly good, but are you sure these tonics for men are suitable for me?

“Why wouldn’t they be?”

Guo Dong pledged earnestly, “Yes, it’s mainly targeted at men, but it also replenishes kidney qi for women.”

Song Tan politely declined.

“What about the three lads at your house… I tell you, my medicine is valuable!”

Still not an option!

“Don’t you have clients? They’re used to this prescription; let them try it.”

Guo Dong was extremely disappointed, “It has to be delivered; it will take several days to get feedback. Aren’t we close by…” Unfortunately, proximity does nothing.

Song Tan: …

Seeing that Guo Dong was not giving up, she had to change the subject, “Your pills are quite elaborate, wax-sealed… is it to prevent the medicine from dispersing?”

Oh, that’s not it.

Guo Dong sighed wistfully, “Nowadays, don’t people seek a sense of ceremony? When I first sold these pills, no one believed me… Later, I claimed they were a family heirloom…”

Other than certain drugs, most people were unwilling to accept–

A true family heirloom: the medicinal effects dissipated.

A fake family heirloom promises full spectrum benefits and cures for all ailments.

In any case, these were some unspeakable tactics. Luckily, after that, people felt the effects and firmly believed in the adage ‘a master leads to accomplished apprentices,’ and gradually they were willing to trust her.

However, Guo Dong still preserved the custom of wax-sealing the honey pills.

Although it’s troublesome, it indeed makes them easier to preserve.

At this moment, looking at Song Tan, she felt tempted once more, “I heard Seventh Uncle say that your family is preparing to brew liquor, I have some medicinal liquor prescriptions, want them? Just have Golden Sakura send me 20 jin of fresh fruit, and give me 20 jin of your liquor once it’s ready, plus a jin of tea leaves, and I’ll give you the prescriptions for free!”

Song Tan gasped in disbelief: This is what you call giving for free?

“Thanks, but I’ll pass.”