Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 552 - Chapter 552 552. What else is there to sell_1

Chapter 552: 552. What else is there to sell?_1 Chapter 552: 552. What else is there to sell?_1 Qiaoqiao’s spicy livestream continued until her phone ran out of power, and once again the audience in the chat room, upon seeing the black screen, silently dispersed, demonstrating their self-management abilities.

On this end, the group that had been watching the entire livestream, including Song Tan, had quite subtle expressions on their faces.

She did some quick mental calculations, “I reckon their trip won’t last much longer.”

Wu Lan was just biting into a tender water chestnut and glanced at her upon hearing this, “Do you still need to put on that mystical air, with all the counting on fingers? Isn’t it obvious that the stuff they brought has run out, and now they have nothing to eat… If they don’t come back, they’re just asking for trouble!”

Absolutely!

Everyone watched as Xin Jun couldn’t hold off the thick-faced folks swarming them, and the three grown men even ended up dividing the soybeans grain by grain! Finally, they just dumped the condiments directly into the buffet dishes… So, everyone just got a taste!

The buffet was such a hearty and satisfying meal, with everyone averaging three to five bowls of rice, leaving the Cliff Restaurant with barely anything left…

Not to mention anything else, they definitely got their money’s worth for a hundred bucks.

And Song Sancheng, after eating a piece of watermelon and still sporting a content and honest face, said, “Tantan, aren’t you going to check our Peach Treasure Shop? Yanping is really thoughtful, even promoting our business while on vacation!”

When asked, he promoted the Peach Treasure Shop earnestly and wholeheartedly.

Song Tan: …

She didn’t even want to check the backend and dismissively said,

“What else is there to sell in the shop?”

Song Sancheng: …

Well okay… That advertisement was for naught, since there’s nothing left in the shop anyway.

Professor Song watched the entire livestream and now had only one question–

“These fried soybeans… are they for sale?”

That’s a silly question! Yan Ran was holding a handful of beans, crunching away, crisp and fragrant,

“Of course not, teacher, haven’t we said we only planted two or three mu? There might not even be enough for the family to eat!”

Professor Song sighed deeply, “So about these soybeans… do we need to plan for more space next year?”

“Absolutely!”

Song Tan had already counted on her fingers and calculated, “Soybeans and mung beans, just dry them and they’re good to sell, easy to process, convenient for shipping, versatile in cooking, definitely need to allocate more land for them next year!”

Professor Song silently took note of this.

Then he looked at the water chestnuts again–really shouldn’t eat any more, really can’t!

“What about the aquatic products? Lotus roots, water chestnuts, fish, shrimp, ducks, and geese?”

Song Tan thought for a moment, “Leave the water chestnuts as is, just keep the current scale, for freshness.”

“Lotus roots are a go! For now, we have two ponds, one large and one small, plus the stretch along the riverbank, all manageable.”

“There will definitely be fish and shrimp, and it might be good to raise more ducks, salted duck eggs sell well too!” Although they had yet to taste the mud-salted duck eggs, which take a long time to prepare, their confidence in the taste was unwavering.

“As for geese…”

“Forget the geese,” Song Tan sighed, “Big White is noisy enough…”

However, raising a couple more wasn’t out of the question since ever since the weather warmed up and Big White started mingling with the ducks in the pond, his herding skills had skyrocketed. With one call from him, the hundred or so ducks would line up quacking!

It was clear he had a bright future in management.

Speaking of salted duck eggs, Seventh Uncle also had something to say, “Last time, I rolled a basket of duck eggs in that Er Guo Tou alcohol for salting, it’s been about a week, should be about ready to eat–how do you want to have them tonight? Cut them open directly, or mash some garlic and mix it with the yolk for rice?”

Duck eggs salted with alcohol and brine are ready much faster than those preserved with clay, a week is indeed about the right time, any longer and they would gradually become too salty.

“How about stir-frying some potato shreds with the salted egg yolk? Or, we could grind some soybeans tonight, and tomorrow make egg yolk braised tofu? It’d definitely be a great meal accompaniment, right?”

As he pondered, the menu options began to expand, “Then we won’t make anything else tomorrow morning, just cook some plain porridge, steam rice cakes in a bamboo steamer, and have some salted duck eggs to go along with it.”

Make do?

Who’s making do?

Which one is making do?

It’s clear he’s so eager he wishes he had grown an extra eight or ten stomachs right now, ahhh!

Slurp!

Professor Song, given his age, really couldn’t keep up with this constant eating and had no choice but to direct his thoughts back to his area of expertise, “I’ve looked at the two ponds by your house, and the one by the bamboo forest is maintained very well ecologically. The size is manageable, so just go with your plan and let the water caltrops grow freely.”

“The one on the back mountain is quite large, and I suggest planting field-lotus root there, which would be more appropriate–wait, are you focusing on growing lotus root or lotus seeds?”

Song Tan uttered an “ah”: “Isn’t it the same? The roots growing below won’t affect the flowering and seed setting above, right?”

Professor Song: …

If you put it that way, then yes, there’s no problem.

But those who plant on a large scale definitely focus on one over the other–forget it, let’s not focus on anything specific for this farm! It’s really about eating whatever’s available.

“Then let’s focus on the lotus seeds! Lotus seeds are easier to collect, process, transport, and store compared to lotus roots. They can also be sold together with your silver fungus.”

As Professor Song mulled over the issue, the three students began to organize their notes, “In that case, during the dry season in winter, we’ll need to dredge the ponds and riverbeds, but that can be put off until later.”

“For the lotus seeds, white lotus would be the superior variety, right? Red-skinned lotus seeds yield too little.”

“And what about the roots? We can’t just look at the seeds. We should diversify the varieties to enrich the food ingredients. For the large pond, it’s field lotus root, right? Deep water would be more convenient–Red flower lotus root?”

“We’ll check the water level on the riverbanks later. White lotus is crunchy; by then we could make a cold dish with thinly sliced young lotus root, add some vinegar and chili…”

Slurp!

Once the topic veered off course, everyone immediately found themselves unable to continue the discussion.

Meanwhile, Song Sancheng finally put down the water caltrop vines he was holding, “Finally done picking!”

He had been sitting all afternoon and once freed, he didn’t care about the blazing sun outside, grabbing a rake and flipping over the old tea leaves outside the yard.

He asked Wu Lan, “What’s the village said? When can we collect the pruned tea branches from the mountain?”

“What’s the rush!” Wu Lan was quite composed now: “With this heat, we gotta wait for the sun to set, right? Don’t worry, it’s just five acres; when the time comes, Tantan can drive up the mountain a few times to haul it back.”

“We can pick the leaves tomorrow, nothing will be delayed.”

Song Sancheng was indeed anxious!

“Even Yanping doesn’t forget to advertise for home while on vacation, but there’s nothing to sell in the shop–this is… this is…”

At Peach Treasure Shop, there had never been such emptiness before! Without a few tens of thousands in sustainable daily income, owning Bags Mountain and planning with riverbanks, Song Sancheng couldn’t help but panic!

Now that it was mentioned, Wu Lan started feeling a bit panicky too.

Because she remembered, due to the excessive heat, vegetable supply was unable to keep up, and sales of vegetables at their place had also been halted.

Now what their house had to sell, besides a few rush mats each day, was just the limited watermelons on the mountain. Other than that, there really wasn’t anything else!

The couple, under the glaring sun, pondered for a while and suddenly thought of something they had overlooked–

“Tantan, the fish in the pond have grown quite a bit, right? Can we start netting and selling them?”

In the spring, they didn’t skimp on stocking juvenile fish, and they had set several traps to capture all the snakeheads. Without natural predators in the pond, fishing and pulling weeds for two months cost them quite a bit, yet hardly any fish were tricked away…

Putting it together, the pond should be full by now, shouldn’t it?