Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 543 - Chapter 543 543. Business is difficult to do_1

Chapter 543: 543. Business is difficult to do_1 Chapter 543: 543. Business is difficult to do_1 Speaking of Golden Sakura, Guo Dong was truly filled with grievances!

A sky-high price of 300 yuan per jin, she didn’t even haggle (although she tried but failed, considering it was a seller’s market).

And the result?

As soon as they settled the deal, Song Tan was busy selling peaches, and there weren’t enough people in the village to attend to it.

It wasn’t easy selling all the peaches. Eventually, the old men and women in the village gathered the Golden Sakura with scissors and gloves… To be honest, it wasn’t easy, as it was actually the flowering season for Golden Sakura. The vines sprawled and climbed over each other, spreading everywhere…

The old folks squinted their eyes, searching for the prematurely ripe berries amidst the flowers, their work efficiency plummeting.

But after weighing them, there wasn’t even forty jin in total, and that was the fresh fruit! After removing the thorns, cutting them open, removing the pits, and drying them, they’d be lucky to have ten jin left.

This process took a long time because it was everyone’s first time handling them, and there were inevitably some unfamiliarities.

Although twelve jin could be used in many medicines, Guo Dong’s prescriptions were ongoing, and she had amassed who knows how many orders during this period! Don’t underestimate a man’s enthusiasm and eagerness to spend money!

Ten jin… How many customers could that satisfy?

At this moment, thinking of this made her want to cry bitter tears, “Uncle, at 300 yuan a jin, please at least process it separately for me–even using a small stove to dry them would be faster than now, wouldn’t it?”

And now?

The sparse golden-red Golden Sakura lay scattered on the ground, completely reliant on the sun’s drying–drying them would only take a few hours, but the sun would take several days!

300 yuan, isn’t it worth it?

Guo Dong thought, feeling wronged, that if this purchasing price were publicized, medicinal herb merchants everywhere would block her from being able to step out the door!

But the problem is…now…she is the lowly buyer Gguoi^Gguoi.

Song Sancheng: …

He hemmed and hawed, after all, he wasn’t the decision-maker, “Well…the sun-dried…has more ‘yang’ energy! Essence!”

Guo Dong was speechless: Just now you were talking like an expert, and now you’re talking about ‘yang energy’?

She said seriously:

“Pork fat is good for nourishing and boosting energy, clearing heat, detoxifying, and it’s high in vitamins, really great stuff passed down from our ancestors. Uncle, don’t listen to those marketing gimmicks.”

“And Golden Sakura is high in sugar content. The sugar won’t dry out well in the sun, and the preservation time will be much shorter. Drying them would result in a better level of dryness and they would look prettier.”

Then she sighed, “Uncle, it’s only because of me that we don’t care about appearance or long-term storage… Otherwise, how could you do business with Golden Sakura!”

But it wasn’t really profitable!

Song Sancheng muttered: Hiring three people to go up the mountain cost 300 yuan a day for labor; plus, getting them to process it–with the small amount, the labor cost isn’t much, only a total of one hundred and fifty.

But these forty jin of Golden Sakura, with only ten jin of dried fruit able to sell for 3000 yuan, the labor costs are already 450 yuan…

Toiling for so long only to earn just over two thousand yuan–it wasn’t that Song Sancheng was now disdainful of a few thousand yuan, but this business just wasn’t looking good!

It made him think that it was rare for him to be at home today, with Seventh Uncle planning to butcher a pig right before Guo Dong came to discuss the medicinal herbs–neither was easy to deal with!

Forget it, forget it!

He hoisted his load: “Tantan is in charge at home, I’m going to harvest water caltrops!”

…

Song Sancheng took his bucket and ran off, refusing to deal with these matters at home, while Seventh Uncle, accompanied by Seventh Grandma, resentfully made a round on the mountain, their minds increasingly preoccupied with their pigs.

However, Seventh Grandma glared at him, “As if you’re so capable! Who doesn’t know that pig fat is tasty? Who else would want to slaughter a pig before it’s fully grown like you? If this were a few decades ago, the whole village would scold you for not knowing how to live a life!”

She was eyeing the pig, which was now in high spirits, certain that it would continue to grow!

But Song Tan was completely oblivious to all this. Right now, he was leading others on a tour around the mountain, seeing that the four of them were drenched in sweat but kept moving without stopping, he thought to himself that they were much better than Wu Lei!

Do all agriculture students have this physique?

And he wondered how much they charged for labor, thinking if it wasn’t too expensive…

His gaze fixated on Tai Xiaodong, thinking to find an opportunity to inquire with the most active one among them, and if all else fails, hiring them for summer or winter work could also be an option!

Professor Song didn’t notice the capitalist’s small schemes. At the moment, he was holding a tablet, gesturing as he spoke, “Here… This slope is gentle and lacks vegetation, which may mean there’s a lot of bedrock underneath, or the soil is just infertile… Mark it down, it’s tentatively designated as a processing and rest area.”

“Teacher, I think this spot is also good, higher up, which facilitates the monitoring below… Plus, look, if we build a road here, connect it to the rice fields below, and later install threshing machines, oil presses, and flour mills, it would allow for direct operation…”

This was Qi Lin.

“This is possible, but the space is too small. Processing and rest areas need to be separated, and a large area must be left open for drying… It will drive the cost up significantly.”

Tai Xiaodong also joined in the analysis.

Yan Ran stepped forward for a closer look, “We should also plan for an open space here. The village usually provides meals for work, and Song Tan also said he would hire chefs. For these three hundred acres, on a slow day, there might just be a few workers, but on a busy day, it could be over a hundred…”

The group, sweating profusely and engaged in heated discussion, made Song Tan feel a little sorry for them, “It’s really hot in the sun, why don’t we go back and talk it over?”

Professor Song didn’t even lift his head, “No rush, we’re wearing hats, it’s only nine o’clock, it’s still bearable.”

At nine o’clock, the temperature was already thirty-seven degrees!

Song Tan had no choice but to play his trump card, “Want some tender chestnuts? I’ll take you to cut some, and on the way, we can also check where to expand the cultivation of black fungus and white fungus. Plus, my dad went to gather water caltrop, he should be back by now, shouldn’t he?”

Professor Song: …

He immediately closed his tablet, “Let’s go, indeed we shouldn’t be under the sun, even the tablet is getting hot.”

…

Song Sancheng really did gather quite a lot of water caltrop.

Of course, there was no difficulty in it, as it was just a matter of stepping into the water and pulling up bunches of vines with a hook. There was so much around that it didn’t matter how much he hooked, and just like that, in no time, he had gathered a whole load.

After resting for a while, he grabbed one the size of a coin, green and shiny and, because it was still young, the spikes weren’t that fierce and hard. All it took was a light bite with the teeth to crack it open.

With a pull of his hands, the shell split, revealing the creamy white tender flesh inside.

He stared at it for a while – indeed, it was quite small!

With the shell, it was the size of a one-yuan coin, but the water caltrop itself was only as big as fifty cents. He stuffed one into his mouth –

Wow, wow!

It was tender, crisp, and refreshingly sweet!

Song Sancheng felt instantly gratified. He quickly reached for another one… then another one… and another… until the last one… this time it really was the last one… water caltrops weren’t worth much, so another one wouldn’t hurt…

Only when his face was burning from the sun did he snap back to reality–well then, the vines he had just picked were now a tangled mess, and his stomach was full once again.

He felt inexplicably guilty.

Now, shouldering the carrying pole, he swiftly headed back home, all the while pondering: Maybe next year I should plant some lotus roots as well? Lotus roots stewed with pork ribs, and the lotus seeds are delicious too!

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