Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 514 - Chapter 514 514. Skillful Stone Mill (Monthly Ticket

Chapter 514: 514. Skillful Stone Mill (Monthly Ticket Additional Chapter 8)_1 Chapter 514: 514. Skillful Stone Mill (Monthly Ticket Additional Chapter 8)_1 Seventh Uncle: …

“You should look at yourself, this is about adding beans to grind soy milk, not taking beans to battle!”

Meanwhile, on the third floor, Zhang Yanping was lying on the corridor, snickering: “Xin Jun, look at this, Tantan earlier said she would have me turn the millstone, but now it’s her turn, haha!”

Xin Jun glanced at him and thought that Song Tan turning the millstone would probably just be this one time, but if you keep laughing, who knows how many more times you’ll have to do it.

So he raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, “Why does Song Tan look like she isn’t putting in any effort at all? That stone mill seems quite nimble, doesn’t it?”

That’s true!

Zhang Yanping leaned over the railing to take a closer look: “Although Tantan is strong, she shouldn’t be pushing the millstone around like she’s taking a stroll, right? You scared me–I thought this thing couldn’t be moved…”

He chuckled again and said, “Anyway, everyone’s up in the mountains picking peaches right now, why not have the Watermelon Vine come down to turn the mill? He’s so big, he definitely needs to do some running.”

Xin Jun nodded again and again: “You’re right–how about this, since there’s not much going on at the Peach Treasure Shop right now, I’ll keep an eye on it for you, and you go down and make a good impression on Tantan.”

“When the weather cools down a bit, maybe there will be new income opportunities to share with you.”

That’s also true!

Zhang Yanping did seem contemplative.

He had already made up his mind to exchange for a piece of residential land with the villagers. But land costs money, and so does building a house… especially since his parents would never be satisfied with their child settling down in the countryside!

So he needed to save more money!

In spring, there was a share of the fish pond’s profits, but what about summer? There was nothing at all! He had just managed to secure a deal for Doctor Guo’s medicinal pills, but now everyone was busy picking peaches. Even those who were old and couldn’t do heavy work could do the sorting, and Golden Sakura was too busy to pick…

Customers were pressuring Doctor Guo for the pills so much that he was beside himself, almost ready to go up the mountain to pick them himself!

Consequently, Zhang Yanping had nowhere to promote–just before, two inspectors were still sending him messages!

But now, no goods!

Watching his commission slip away, his heart ached.

With that thought, he scurried down the stairs:

“Tantan, let me help you!”

Song Tan glanced at him and thought to herself that Xin Jun was really cunning!

But she didn’t stop moving, her palms lightly resting on the frame as she walked evenly. When she approached him, she said with a full smile, “Sure, come on! Brother Yanping, just replace me and keep pushing.”

Zhang Yanping confidently took her place and then stepped forward–forward–forward!

Why can’t he move it?

He was dumbfounded.

Seventh Uncle had just sprinkled a handful of beans into the hole in the middle of the millstone and, seeing him struggle, urged him like he was prodding a donkey: “Put some muscle into it! Push with both arms!”

Zhang Yanping: “…This isn’t a problem with my arms…” He said this while also trying to push the frame with both arms: “The millstone was so easy to move when Tantan did it; there must be something stuck–eh? How is it moving again?”

He grunted and exerted himself, meanwhile, he was unwittingly moved forward by the momentum, looking foolish.

And just then, Boss Qian, with one hand clutching a bunch of small tomatoes and the other holding a teacup, sauntered down the mountain:

“Oh my, grinding beans? Making tofu pudding? We call it ‘tofu brain’ around here, right? Are you going for the sweet or the salty type?”

Before Seventh Uncle could answer, the phone started ringing.

He answered the call: “Old Wang, how are sales on your end?”

“How are they?!”

Old Wang was so anxious that blisters formed around his mouth, “Why didn’t you reply to my message? Hurry up and urge the driver to deliver the goods here! We’re about to run out of stock!!!”

Mr. Qian: …What?

He held the phone away, then glanced at the time: “It’s only ten forty-five–didn’t your market just open at eight this morning? How could you be out of stock already?”

How could you be out of stock already? Old Wang felt like slapping that pig-headed man!

At most, there were only about thirty thousand jin of peaches on that mountain, and after deducting the smaller ones and those sold earlier, he and his brother could wrap up around twenty-eight thousand jin in total.

And in that village, the real number of laborers responsible for picking peaches was only about eight or nine. Each person could pick five hundred jin a day (since Watermelon Vine really got in the way), so a full day’s work yielded just over four thousand jin, right?

The mountain roads allowed only small trucks to pass, so they brought the shipments over!

Then they had to stay up all night packing gift boxes, and in the morning, they rushed to the market… Honestly, not a single step in this entire process could go wrong, and Old Wang wished he could split himself in two to get it all done.

Yet this Mr. Qian, in charge of watching over the peaches on the mountain, was still leisurely taking his sweet time, not knowing about the phone calls, nor replying to messages!

“Just four thousand jin of peaches, distributed across six shopping malls–It’s been hours, what, do you think supermarkets don’t have customers?”

Actually, despite Old Wang’s harsh scolding, he himself had never expected this to happen.

After all, which supermarket didn’t have peaches? So, in his mind, as long as these were packaged in gift boxes and took the high-end route, it was okay if sales at any interested supermarket were slow to start.

Peaches could be kept fresh for a long time in cold storage, anyway.

If they sold slowly, and he gradually recouped the capital over a month or so, it would all be worth the risk.

288 for 4 ah!

When he and Mr. Qian impulsively set the price, they both thought they were insane–after all, the partners from last year also came asking, since at this time last year, the peaches from his garden were only two yuan and eighty cents each!

Who would have known!

There are so many rich people in big cities!

At first, people were just trying them out, then they hesitated not a second longer to buy–well, at least there was a process in place.

But then, as word of mouth spread and customers came pouring into the supermarkets from spontaneous recommendations, countless more flooded in after hearing the news.

And many other customers who hadn’t intended to buy saw everyone scrambling for these peaches–they didn’t think twice and joined the frenzy!

This was what caused the sales to explode, so much so that out of several thousand jin of peaches, only a little over two hundred boxes were left!

Old Wang’s entire mental journey couldn’t be explained in just a few words, so he simply urged, “Hurry up, send the peaches over here quickly!”

Mr. Qian felt helpless too, “It’s too hot at noon, can’t work. We just stopped picking this morning. We can’t start again until after three in the afternoon, and we won’t have a truckful until nighttime…”

“Then nighttime!”

Old Wang shouted forcefully, “As soon as you have a truckful, send it here right away. The packagers in my warehouse are all waiting!”

Mr. Qian also wiped the sweat beading on his forehead, nodding repeatedly, “Okay, I’ll go pick in the afternoon too.”

But Old Wang couldn’t afford to reply to him at that moment.

His voice was nearly hoarse from shouting, and he was simultaneously on the phone with someone else–

“Yes… okay, we’ll supply immediately–tomorrow, tomorrow at eight in the morning, precisely!”

“You want ten thousand jin? We don’t have any… We really don’t… If we did, do you think I’d let money slip by… Tomorrow! Definitely tomorrow!”

As the conversation reached this point, it seemed that Old Wang realized he hadn’t hung up the phone, so he quickly disconnected.

Mr. Qian stood stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into ecstatic joy, “Sold out!!!”