Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 999: Year-end Feedback for 979

Chapter 999: Year-end Feedback for 979

In this chilly winter, if you’re wondering where you might still see lush green mountains, it’s likely only on the two to three hundred acres of farmland rented by Song Tan.

The land is mostly covered with all kinds of radishes and cabbages. Even the most ordinary green radishes can yield over ten thousand pounds per acre, sometimes even more.

Otherwise, how could they manage to supply Changleju?

But Boss Chang isn’t too pleased—he runs a proper high-end restaurant, yet his daily featured dishes seem to always revolve around cabbages and radishes. It’s downright embarrassing to talk about!

Long-time customers aren’t happy either!

They show up every day, pointing fingers: "What’s this ’Boundless Emerald Waves,’ ’Auspicious Sunrise’ nonsense... just change the names, and we wouldn’t know it’s cabbages and radishes? You’re supposed to be a proper restaurant—find better ingredients, will you?"

Boss Chang just wore a bitter smile: "You think I don’t want to? But with ingredients this good, do you think I get to decide what they supply? Honestly, I’ve grown sick of eating them myself."

"Ugh!" The regulars were even angrier: "Oh, you sly Chang, why don’t you copy those young people’s Versailles attitude... I can barely even order radishes and cabbages sometimes, and here you are tired of them! Despicable!"

Boss Chang just chuckled—in truth, the daily offerings certainly included more than just radishes and cabbages. There were also various cold-hardy vegetables, though the quantities were limited, at least there was some variety.

Still, these days, being a business owner means knowing how to play the ’miserable’ card.

For example, when he called Song Tan, he started off with a woeful complaint: "My shop’s inventory is too sparse—I wanted to prepare some year-end giveaways for my customers, but I don’t have enough to fill the gift boxes..."

Song Tan had just finished discussing sending radishes with Zhang Yanping and was feeling baffled—since when did a decent business all of a sudden need year-end giveaways?

She was about to reply but remembered the looming shipping costs. After some serious brainstorming, she finally dug up something she hadn’t had time to deal with yet—what a coincidence! It was precisely what Boss Chang had his eye on!

"I still have 2,000 tubes of hand cream left—interested?"

"Yes, yes, yes!!!" His ecstatic shout was practically soul-piercing, his voice practically dazzling: "I’ll take them all!"

A moment later, the greedy thought of exclusivity stirred in his heart: "If you could supply just my restaurant exclusively in large quantities going forward, I’ll offer 300 yuan per tube!"

This price was double the retail rate—and yet, there’d be no need for packaging for shipping; it could simply ride along with the daily fresh produce deliveries.

But Song Tan thought it over and decided against it: "Who knows what I’ll make next year? For now, all the tubes at 180 yuan each are yours."

Even a small shipment is better than none! Boss Chang was very satisfied: "I’ll transfer the payment immediately."

36,000 yuan showed up in her account, and Song Tan finally let out a sigh of relief. Turning to Zhang Yanping, she smiled: "Let’s send 10,000 radishes! More than that is simply impossible—after all, Boss Chang’s spot gets the premium price."

Premium goods couldn’t be handed to other restaurants, and her personal retail prices couldn’t be taken too far, especially when they’re given away for free at 9.9 yuan.

Zhang Yanping nodded and called out: "Tian Tian! Could you help me find out how much 3 pounds of express shipping would cost using Roadlink Express?"

"Coming!" Tian Tian was busy comparing the strawberries grown by Professor Song with the ones grown at Song Tan’s farm as per his evaluations. Hearing Zhang Yanping call, she immediately replied:

"It’s overweight, and the pricing doesn’t vary much between companies. But since it’s a year-end giveaway, sending it as a gift means we shouldn’t fuss over the cost."

She’d been working at Song Tan’s place for some time now, and truth be told, professional knowledge had its perks—even the farm’s warehouse inventory was meticulously tracked.

Right then, she added casually: "There are still over 30,000 cardboard boxes stored in the warehouse, so there’s certainly plenty that can fit the radishes."

"Since it’s a year-end giveaway, it’s better to ensure recipients feel happy and dignified about it!"

"My suggestion? Have Qiaoqiao write a thank-you letter by hand, then I’ll print it out. After that, we pack the radishes in the boxes and ship them using Wind Speed Express."

Roadlink Express was cheaper, but their shipments wouldn’t necessarily maintain good condition during transit. On the other hand, Wind Speed Express at least guaranteed no damages.

Zhang Yanping considered the idea and nodded in agreement: "We’re already spending money—if we’re going to send them, the effort and presentation need to be spot on."

"Sure!" Song Tan thought this made sense too. Zhang Yanping was great at managing costs, while Tian Tian had ample sales experience—a pretty good combination!

"Then relay this to Qiaoqiao—I’ll go talk to my mom about finding some people to start pulling radishes."

She also needed to give Brother Xiaozhang a call—it had been a couple of weeks since he last came around. Time to get back to work!

...

Brother Xiaozhang was at home, serving as a remote caretaker.

His wife had just given birth, went through a lot, and for the time being, he’d let go of his job to stay at home to take care of her!

Yet, whenever his wife saw him, she felt irritated: "Go back to work already! Why are you still here loafing around? Don’t come in—I’ve got my mom taking good care of me."

But Brother Xiaozhang wouldn’t listen. He brought her a bowl of soup, then eagerly went to check on the baby—the white-and-pink cheeks, the chubby little mouth, the fuzzy little hair...

"Wow! So cute!"

He couldn’t resist touching the soft, squishy cheeks, squeezing the tiny fingers, and even secretly pulling back the blanket to pat the chubby, pudgy feet...

"Hmmph..."

The baby struggled briefly under the covers, wiggling its legs in futility. Finally, its brows furrowed, lips curled downward, and it let out a pitiful cry.

His wife: ...

Here he goes again!!

Don’t get mad, don’t get mad—anger only harms yourself!!! Aaaaaagh—

"Zhang! Get out of here!"

The baby’s cries shook the house as her mother rushed in, took the baby in her arms, and tried soothing and shaking it. She glared at her son-in-law: "You, seriously—poking around three to five times a day. The baby doesn’t sleep well, the mom doesn’t rest well... Why are you always causing trouble?"

Brother Xiaozhang sheepishly replied: "I couldn’t resist..."

Knowing he couldn’t argue his way out of this one, Song Tan’s call came in just in time. He quickly left the room: "Sorry, honey, I won’t do it again—take a break while I head out to earn some money!"

As soon as he left, the room quieted down.

His wife chuckled: "What a fool."

Then she turned to look at the baby. All bark and no bite—the little one had already calmed down again. Feeling a bit amused, she said: "Mom, bring the baby over here—I want to pinch those chubby little feet too..."

Her mother couldn’t believe it: "You two are just too much. Don’t you know how important sleep is for the baby? No pinching allowed!"

Meanwhile, on the call, Song Tan said: "10,000 orders, each box containing one radish weighing 2–3 pounds. There’s no rush—ship them all within three days. Can you make it over today?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I’m on my way now!" As much as childcare was tough, taking such prolonged time off wasn’t an option.

And besides, wasn’t Song Tan his ultimate VIP? First day back at work and already this massive order? 10,000 overweight packages... wow!

Brother Xiaozhang perked up: "Just give me a moment—I’ll close the shop, bring the two new hires to help with packing... Do I need to bring boxes?"

"No need." Song Tan thought about it: "Just bring plenty of packing tape. We’ve got boxes here; the tape might not be enough."