Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 475 - Chapter 475 475. Born to make money_1

Chapter 475: 475. Born to make money_1 Chapter 475: 475. Born to make money_1 Early in the morning, the Song Tan family’s home was bustling with a kind of activity not seen in a long time.

Song Sancheng was sitting on a stool, with three elderly men and women in front of him–although it wasn’t a large crowd, practically all the capable elderly villagers were there at his house.

After all, there were only so many people in the village, a couple of strong laborers to transplant rice seedlings, five or six old folks to weave mats, two aunts to pick tea (there was less tea in summer)…

Now that a group had gone out to work, the remaining labor force was just this much.

Moreover, the yield of Golden Sakura was actually quite average, about seven or eight hundred pounds per acre, and that’s if you calculate based on the peak fruiting period–

As for whether there was actually an acre of it up on the mountains, that’s another matter, but certainly, there were not as many fruits as flowers.

Otherwise, how wealthy would Guo Dong have to be to have the courage to take on such a task!

She wouldn’t need so many herbs in a short time, so Song Tan simply consulted with Secretary Xiaozu, and first invited the three lowest-income households who really couldn’t handle heavy labor.

This task didn’t require any special skills, just leisurely picking fruits, then slowly drying and processing them… there was no rush.

Otherwise, if you got a strong laborer, they’d pick all the fruits in one day, and that’s that! And this stuff was not paid by the day.

“Come, come, come, get your gloves, baskets, hooks, and scissors. Don’t try to save trouble by using your own; I specially bought these thickened gloves. Also, put on smocks, or else if you get scratched, we’re not responsible…”

Even though there were only three of them, Song Sancheng called out with an extra burst of energy, as though he was addressing a couple of hundred people.

An old lady beside him glanced at him, “Isn’t this what you’re telling us white? Who goes up the mountain wearing short clothes in our village?”

She then slowly took the gloves and inspected them, “What kind of gloves are these? The calluses on my hands are thicker than these.”

As soon as she said this, someone immediately laughed, “Old Lady Chen, I’m not afraid of being pricked but you are frightening. I saw it yesterday when I went up the mountain, those Golden Sakura thorns–long and short, all dense together! I see that these gloves only have an extra layer on the palm, whether they’re useful or not is another matter.”

The villagers chuckled and hooted, and Old Lady Chen also wondered, “Chen San, why did you go up the mountain in such heat?”

Chen San sighed, “Isn’t it because I heard that now people love to eat tender chestnuts? My son saw someone selling chestnuts on TikTok yesterday, so I planned to see how big my chestnuts were, to see if they could be picked and sold in the city–Just that chestnut bur, guess how much?”

How much?

Everyone, including Song Sancheng, perked up their ears–

“Live on TikTok, those green chestnut burs, 59 yuan for five pounds with free shipping.” After all, tender chestnuts can’t be stored; they won’t be fresh after one night, so they have to be shipped with the burs.

Of course, that was Chen San’s guess; he had no idea that some people fancy those cute and fresh chestnut burs!

After all, when you knock down chestnuts every year, those burs come crashing down on you, not only are they not fresh, they’re downright brutal! You depend on your helmet to save your life.

Whoa!

Everyone was tempted.

That’s about twenty yuan per pound!

And almost every family has a Chesnut Garden, even if it hasn’t been tended to in years, you still get a good yield every year. That’s a business with no investment!

Besides, those chestnut burs add weight! Just selling it like this, how many chestnuts are there in five pounds?

“But we also don’t understand that live streaming, how do we sell it? And isn’t this thing planted all around here? It’s not rare. Selling it for such a high price, people would curse us. It seems like there are direct sales of tender chestnuts in the city area, without the chestnut burs…”

Let’s not talk about whether we could make money, just the round-trip fare would cost 40, this this this…

In the end, they picked up their baskets, ready to head up the mountain because…

“I just don’t have the luck to make money.”

Secretary Xiaozu, who happened to be watching and joining for breakfast: … I’m just saying, whether you can make it or not, you should at least give it a try first!

She shook her head and sighed, turning to see Wu Lan tying a plastic cloth around her waist for waterproofing and protection against pricks while smiling at her: “Us villagers, when we go out to sell things, many are not comfortable opening their mouths and putting their pride aside. Besides, these fresh chestnuts can’t be sold for many days, and it would require a special trip to the city area–everyone is not sure about the way and is probably thinking it’s not worth it.”

Secretary Xiaozu sighed: “I know.”

…

Meanwhile, up in the mountains.

Old Madam Chen despised gloves for being too thick and inconvenient, so she grabbed a Golden Sakura fruit barehanded: “Ouch!”

She withdrew her hand feeling indignant: “Why are there so many thorns?”

Chen Lao San laughed at her: “Look at you, I told you there are many thorns but you wouldn’t believe it, and now you’ve learned the hard way!”

Old Madam Chen glanced at him: “You saw these many thorns yesterday, so why didn’t you bargain today? Five yuan per jin is too little. Look, there are so few fruits!”

“Isn’t that enough?” Old Madam Li had already skillfully snipped off several–

With so many thorns, gloves cannot fully protect you. However, they were all seasoned in farmwork, and they quickly figured out a method.

First, use a hook to pull the branches closer, then gently grab the fruit with gloved hands, and snip with the scissors–there you go.

“See, these fruits are quite heavy before drying, and it won’t take long for a jin. You might be able to earn a hundred in a day. Ah, it’s just that there are too few.”

Earning a hundred in a day, you’re probably only going to make that much for one day. If you pick any more, there won’t be any fruits left.

“I guess I won’t be able to do that–I’m not as quick as you are.”

Old Madam Chen felt even more aggrieved: “You see, the richer people get, the stingier they become! Look at Song Youde, his son is building such a big house, hiring us to work, and they only pay this little for a day’s work. Not to mention anything else, doesn’t weaving straw mats require skill? They only pay 70 for a full day’s work of one mat…”

“What are you saying!” Old Madam Li was not pleased: “Didn’t your son also buy a house in the city before? Why didn’t he give you 70 a day, didn’t you and your husband pay for the down payment out of your own savings?”

“Sitting at home and moving your hands can get you a stable 70 yuan a day, and Song Youde said it can last for several months… If I knew how to weave, don’t you think I’d run to do it quickly?”

“Besides, transplanting rice seedlings for 300 a day, you’ve got to be able to do the work! It’s not like Lao Song’s family is short on people.”

Old Madam Chen was choked up by the retort and had trouble saving face, she replied with great dissatisfaction: “See, you say so many good things, but they won’t raise your pay…”

Before Old Madam Li could respond, Old Master Chen chuckled: “Staying home is just another day, but doing some work can earn money. Today you pick fruits, tomorrow you sort them, and the day after you dry them… Look, that’s a few hundred earned in three days, and there’s your monthly living expenses, right?”

“Nowadays we get out of breath from walking a couple of li, no one wants us for work, why can’t you be satisfied!”

“Exactly!”

Old Madam Li also quickly hooked a branch over: “Besides, this time it’s three days of work, but if we do it well, there surely won’t be a shortage of opportunities in the future.”

“You, stop nagging, or next time you won’t even have the chance to earn 50 yuan.”

Old Madam Chen: …

She was just like that with her mouth–what, can’t a person say a few bad words now!

I’ll just do the work!