Chapter 801: 791. Those who make up stories can lie

How was Lun Chuan supposed to respond to that?

He had no choice but to pull out his phone: “Do you have Taotao Treasure?”

Old Zhong was flustered: “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Um,” Lun Chuan showed him the phone: “This store here, I bought everything from them.”

“Oh oh oh…”

Old Zhong walked away in a daze, glanced at his phone on the way, and realized something was off about this store called “Tian Yuan Memories”…

Wait a minute!

Why does the store only have a link for postage fees? What are the goods? What does the store sell?!

Meanwhile, Lun Chuan silently looked at the exquisitely plated but single serving of food on the dining cart, then turned to look at the people in the house who were still waiting for their meals. After a moment of silence, he pushed the cart:

“I’ll go eat in my room.”

“Don’t go!” Director Zhang stopped him: “What ingredients did you use? The chef came over to ask.”

“Nothing much,” Lun Chuan calmly replied, “just some less popular local specialties that you don’t see often in star hotels, so they were just inquiring.”

“Is that so?” Director Zhang wasn’t quite convinced. But Lun Chuan was indeed too calm, making him, the director, seem quite lacking in style.

But still, something felt off…

He thought about it and directly lifted the lid of the dining cart.

The next moment, a burst of inviting aroma filled the air, Director Zhang shouted: “I knew you storytellers are all liars! Let me try a bite!!!”

On Lun Chuan’s first day in Beicheng, he didn’t have a full meal.

…

Meanwhile, at Lao Song’s family, Qiaoqiao was riding Daduo, with two baskets full of lush green radish greens on the back seat:

“Seventh Uncle, I’m back!”

Seventh Uncle came out to look: “Not bad, these radish greens are tender, we’ll have these for lunch! Lianhua, come wash them!”

“Okay!” Aunt Lianhua moved the baskets to the sink, washing them with splashing water, and even filled a whole basin at another tap, adding salt and stirring.

At the same time, she taught Qiaoqiao: “You see, these leafy greens can’t be washed one by one. It’s better to soak them in salted water to avoid bugs.”

She loved to chat, and this wasn’t her first time saying this, but Qiaoqiao still obediently nodded and helped clean up.

By noontime, when everyone gathered in the shiny new dining hall, they were all full of anticipation–they had tried the chestnut cleanup before, and the meals at Lao Song’s family were truly not bad!

How could the meals be bad?

Wang Xiaoshun and Jian Xiaokang, the brother disciples, teamed up, their cooking skills turning even the most ordinary ingredients into delicacies, not to mention the big pot meals!

Everyone, indeed, ate especially contentedly.

However, they were all decent people, and they had agreed to work without pay today, which made them even more proactive. Just after lunch, they were ready to go up the mountain again, but were stopped by Wu Lan:

“What’s the rush? The vegetables in my field aren’t running away. If you don’t replant the radish greens you just picked, they’ll wilt.”

That was true.

The group thought for a moment: “Alright then, we’ll go back and replant first, and come back tomorrow to help you.”

When it came to farm work, they were always hurried and wouldn’t stop, Wu Lan then said:

“Plant more of these radish sprouts when you go back, in the gaps around your house and the ditches, they grow pretty well.”

“When it gets cold and they grow well, I’ll introduce you to a vegetable vendor here. He said as long as you don’t use pesticides or excessive fertilizers, he will pay fifty cents more per pound than the lowest market price!”

Actually, according to the plan, it would definitely be more than fifty cents per pound. But Wu Lan hasn’t set it in stone. If the price increases, we can talk about it in winter!

At these words, everyone was stunned: “Really? An extra fifty cents per pound?!” But radishes in winter usually don’t even cost that much per pound! How could the price increase so much?

Plus, radishes are heavy yielders; a single acre can easily produce three to five thousand pounds without much care, and with careful cultivation, even seven to eight thousand pounds is possible. If you calculate it, it’s not a small amount, three to five thousand yuan!

“Yes!” Wu Lan affirmed decisively: the seedlings from her family, now that they have grown this large and been transplanted, will surely taste better than those in the market!

To take a huge step back, even if there isn’t much difference, the worst case is they bear the marginal cost, just this once, they can afford it. After all, just like Yanping analyzed, firstly, build trust with everyone in making money, and incidentally form that what… a community of shared interests.

Wu Lan explained, “You all know my family’s products are expensive because the seeds are good, and the seedlings and fertilizers are high quality. If we ask you to transplant these, the taste is certainly not going to be a letdown.”

“It’s just a bit of effort now and doesn’t cost us. When it’s time to harvest the radishes, a large truck will come directly to our door… If you are willing to trust this, a big basket of radish sprouts for one or two acres is surely manageable.”

“If you’re not willing, just share some radish sprouts with friends and relatives; you won’t lose out in any way.”

…

When Song Tan drove back to the village at night, she always felt something was off in the village…

Wait a minute! Why has every household’s land by the roadside and around the houses been hoed?

The hastily dug ground still scattered with bushes and weeds, the lush green radish sprouts swaying in the wind, the soil underneath visibly darker, obviously just watered.

They’ve planted them already?

Such efficiency is too high!

But Professor Song was filled with gratification, “Tantan, what you guys are doing is excellent!”

It’s not that difficult to make an individual rich, but to gradually bring wealth to the whole village and enable them to become self-reliant and self-strengthening is not easy.

Although Yunqiao Village has just started, this burgeoning hope is already far more promising than others!

“Just one thing,” Professor Song cautioned her, “you can give away vegetable seedlings this year, but absolutely not in the future.”

Kindness for rice could turn into grudges; this year giving away a basket to each family might mean having to distribute to all sorts of distant relatives. But what about when they earn money by winter?

Would each family want two baskets next year?

After getting two baskets, would their friends and relatives want two baskets too?

Song Tan nodded, “Don’t worry, I’ve discussed with my family–actually, it’s not really giving them away for free this year, everyone agreed to help tidy up the mountain’s seedlings. The area is so large, it’s like everyone is working a day or two for free.”

“As for next year…”

She smiled, “One person’s ideas are limited, but if this year everyone sees that they can make money right at their doorstep, ideas for development at home will grow, and naturally more business opportunities will be discovered.”

By then, farming would just be a minor detail.

Her spiritual energy, would it be enough to silently envelop the whole mountain?

Professor Song nodded appreciatively, “Clarity!”

The car stopped at the door; as he opened the car door, an especially tempting aroma hit him, Professor Song’s stomach “gurgled,” clearly the reluctant bowl of rice eaten at noon had long been digested.

He instantly put all those rural development concerns aside, quickly entered the yard, and asked eagerly:

“What are we eating tonight?”

Qiaoqiao ran out from the kitchen, loudly announcing: “Radish sprouts fried with pork lard residue!”