Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

The tea leaves slowly expand in the cup, and soon a faint fragrance fills the air.

Song Pingqing held the handle of the cup and blew on it gently. When she felt it was ready to drink, she brought it to her mouth and took a sip.

Hmm~Xuan~

It seems that the agricultural experts hired back then were indeed very capable, and the climate and soil conditions in Shan'ao Village are indeed very suitable for growing tea trees.

It's a pity that apart from only one family who planted an acre of tea trees a long time ago, the other families started two years ago. The tea trees have not yet fully grown and the yield is not very high. What's more, there are black tea, green tea, dark tea and yellow tea. Song Pingqing has just started out, so he only needs to purchase the first two types.

Despite this, the tea production from the trees in Shan'ao Village was already enough for Song Pingqing's first year purchases.

"You guys are just starting out, and your production isn't that high. I've also just started my own business, and my business isn't that big. We're just looking out for each other."

Song Pingqing held the tea and tasted it while thinking to himself: This village chief is indeed a man who knows how to entertain guests. Although this tea is not as good as the one purchased by Murong's family, it is also top-notch.

"No, no, your willingness to buy is a good thing for our village. Now that we have just started, the production is very low. Tea merchants outside think our product is too little and are too lazy to come to buy from us."

The old lady added more water to Song Pingqing's cup: "But only when people make money can we feel at ease."

In the first two years since they switched to growing tea trees, the villagers' income has not been good.

The Miss Song in front of him was only ten years old. She looked young and immature, but she was mature and sophisticated in her words and deeds. Could the education of children in wealthy families really be so advanced?

"You're right, this is mutually beneficial for us."

The old lady village head waved her hands and said, "You can't rush this matter. I have to call all the tea growers in the village to a meeting to discuss the price. Oh, and you have to see what kind of tea you want first, then we can discuss the selling price."

Even tea leaves picked from the same tree are divided into grades.

Song Pingqing nodded.

The village head lady called out, "Hua'er, pick up some of the tea leaves we harvested this year."

He was full of confidence and his voice was deep, much stronger than when Song Pingqing was older in his previous life.

It is because of the beautiful mountains, clear waters and less pollution that we can have such a healthy body.

Although Song Pingqing was startled by the voice, he was also really envious.

She felt so ashamed. She thought that if she had such a good physique in her previous life, she would probably buy a holographic game console first.

Look at the old village chief, he is over 80 years old and still active in serving the people.

The old village chief was calling her eldest daughter. The old village chief was injured when he was young. After retiring from the army, he adopted two daughters and recruited live-in sons-in-law for both of them.

These were all investigated by the Murong family long ago, and Song Pingqing knew them in his heart.

When Huaer came in, she was holding a handful of fresh green leeks in her hand. She was a slim middle-aged woman with dark skin.

Hua'er was dressed very simply, with very neat short hair and a big straw hat. Sweat was dripping from her temples. She was wearing a pair of black cloth shoes, and her legs were covered with mud.

When he entered the house and saw two people sitting in the yard drinking tea, he showed a bright and simple smile: "I thought we had guests at home, so I made something delicious for lunch and asked his father to go and cut some meat."

Perhaps it was because Hua'er had lived with the old village chief for a long time. Although the mother and daughter were not biological children, Hua'er's spirit and energy seemed very similar to that of the old village chief.

Song Pingqing was slightly surprised.

"Don't you think he looks like me?" The old village chief saw what Song Pingqing was thinking at a glance and said with a smile, "You are not the first one to have this reaction. Everyone says that we look alike. It seems that if someone is not your biological child, he will look like you after being raised for a long time."

"This may be the resemblance in spirit." Song Pingqing felt relieved when he thought about how someone in his previous life had said that his adopted daughter looked like him.

"Please clean up and take out the tea leaves we collected this year and let Comrade Song have a taste."

This title embodies both the sense of the times and recognition, and Song Pingqing was in a trance for a moment.

"Hey!" Huaer responded and hurried into the house to do something.

About ten minutes later, Huaer came out again, wearing clean clothes and holding a plate with eight small glass cups on it. The glass cups were wine cups discarded by the winery, and they contained tea of ​​various grades.

You can tell the difference just by looking at the appearance. The first row is black tea and the second row is green tea.

The two rows of tea leaves from left to right are pure buds, one leaf and one bud, two leaves and one bud, and the most common large leaves, corresponding to special grade, first grade, second grade, and third grade respectively.

Song Pingqing was afraid that he had drunk too much, so he pointed at Daye and said, "Let's start with this."

For making milk tea, this third-grade tea is enough.

Hua'er's hands were very steady, and she had already brewed a cup of black tea in the blink of an eye. Song Pingqing took a sip while it was still hot, thinking it was okay, and took another sip when it was warm, and then took another sip when it reached room temperature.

It’s a pity there is no ice, otherwise I could try it chilled.

After tasting the same grade of green tea, Song Pingqing felt that there was nothing wrong with it and nodded: "These two are OK."

Put it aside and brew some second-level tea to drink. The usage of second-level tea is mainly for cold brewing products, which is also acceptable.

Song Pingqing did not consider the usage or price of first-grade tea, but rather the special-grade tea, which he could buy as a gift to his parents.

After making up his mind, Song Pingqing spoke: "I want to buy 150 kilograms of third-grade black tea and third-grade green tea, 40 kilograms of second-grade tea, and 5 kilograms of special-grade tea. I won't try the special-grade black and yellow teas, but I'll buy 2 kilograms of each."

This amount actually far exceeds the annual consumption of a milk tea shop. Song Pingqing calculated this based on his expectations of opening a branch.

Of course, premium tea is another matter. This thing definitely cannot appear in a milk tea shop. Some of it is kept for myself to drink, and the rest is given to parents as a favor.

The old village chief nodded. The amount was not much and the village could indeed gather it.

It’s just that…the price is an issue.

"It's almost time for lunch, and the meeting will probably last until the afternoon. If you agree to the price, we have to add the time for collecting tea." The old village chief said, "How about you stay at my house for one night?"

Song Pingqing shook his head: "I came out alone, and I'm worried about staying at home. I have to stay in the room I booked at home at night."

This is a more personalized access control system set by President Murong Ba.

Song Pingqing asked for a pen and paper and wrote down his phone number: "Just call me when you finish the meeting. I will answer the phone before 10 o'clock in the evening."

"If you agree to this price, we will collect tea from every household, and you can just come and get it when the time comes." The old village chief agreed immediately.

Just now while we were having tea, Huaer's lover had returned and a table full of dishes had been prepared.

One with leek and egg, one with minced meat and tofu, one with grandma's dish, and one with spicy fried beef.

Just by looking at it, Song Pingqing's eyes widened.

Really, she couldn't say no to this.

His saliva was flowing like crazy, but he still had to say politely, "It's really too expensive."

It only costs a few bucks to buy those tea leaves!

Her greed was so obvious that the old village chief laughed at her: "Why waste money? If you hadn't come to help us, we wouldn't have been able to build such a nice house."

"What you said, it seems I have to accept this tea." Song Pingqing picked up a piece of grandma's food with chopsticks and put it in the bowl. After a pause, he suddenly said.

"By the way, if there are any girls or boys in your village who want to work outside, who are over 16 years old, healthy, and can speak Mandarin, please help me introduce them to someone."

"You're recruiting people?" The old village chief's eyes lit up.

"Hiring. I'm short of three people. Working in Jincheng, 1,100 yuan a month, accommodation provided, but no food. If you do a good job, you can get a raise."

The current minimum wage in Jincheng is 680 yuan a month. 1,100 yuan a month is not a high salary, but it includes accommodation. For them working in factories here, who can only earn 400 to 500 yuan a month, this salary is quite good.

After Song Pingqing finished speaking, he took a big mouthful of rice.

The spicy taste explodes in your mouth, so delicious that it makes you want to cry.

Really, love it.

Seeing that she really liked it, the old village chief scooped another spoonful into her bowl with a clean spoon and said in a more serious tone, "This is not a joke."

"Who is joking?" Song Pingqing saw the old village chief's serious face and asked, "What's wrong?"

Huaer and the old village chief looked at each other, and Huaer spoke up: "My daughter is nineteen this year, and she failed the college entrance examination. Last month she found a class in a factory, but the factory is not doing well. If there is a chance, we would like to let her go out and have a look."

What he meant was that he hoped to get the upper hand over the water so that she could work for Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing: "Are there any photos?"

The image and temperament of a milk tea shop still need to be taken into consideration.

Hmm? Speaking of this, should we order uniforms for them? It doesn't have to be too much trouble. A white short-sleeved shirt with an apron will look neat and tidy.

Huaer took out the photo and showed it to Song Pingqing.

The photos at this time are still very real, there is no need to doubt whether they are highly photoshopped.

The girl in the picture is tall and slender, and her clothes are so simple that they are a bit tacky, but she looks like a girl next door, which makes people can't help but like her.

Perhaps because her grandmother had been a soldier, the women in this family all have very capable short hair, giving people a refreshing, agile and capable feeling.

Song Pingqing took a look and couldn't find any fault with it at first glance. He nodded and said, "Okay, send me her name. You can buy her a train ticket to Jincheng and I'll have someone pick her up."

Hua'er's lover didn't expect it to happen so quickly, and couldn't help but say, "This is really a good person to meet."

He spoke in dialect, and Song Pingqing didn't understand, showing a little confusion.

"He is happy and praising people." The old village chief was really happy and said happily.

After dinner, Song Pingqing said goodbye.

"I just inquired about the prices nearby. The tea you collected on this trip is not as expensive as your one-way ticket." This was said by the bodyguard.

After all, Mr. Song is now sitting in business class.

"Can you really make money?" The bodyguard was a little worried. After all, he was earning fifteen hundred yuan a month as a part-time worker, and he might not be able to get his salary when the time comes.

"Of course." Song Pingqing said as a matter of course, "Everything is difficult at the beginning."

I went back to the hotel, washed up and took a nap, then started writing.

At five o'clock, Wu Qiming called.

This guy is not usually fond of making phone calls, unless he wants to show off.

As expected, as soon as the call was connected, Wu Qiming's excited voice came over impatiently: "The counter and bar are already ready!!! This color combination looks super good!!! I took a few photos with my camera! I will send them to you online when I get home later!!!"

"Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work." Song Pingqing held the phone a little further away. The little fat boy's excited voice was so loud that it hurt his ears.

"It's just that I haven't had time to clean the place yet. I just installed the cabinets this afternoon, so it's too late to find a cleaner right now. I'm going to arrange for a cleaning company to come and do the cleaning tomorrow." Wu Qiming explained the next arrangements without hesitation, "Can you come back tomorrow? I think it will be cleaned by the time you come back."

"It's not clear yet, but it should be about the same." Song Pingqing was still waiting for a call from the other side.

"Well, there's no rush anyway. I've also ordered a cash register. It can print labels and receipts." Wu Qiming's tone sounded like he was asking for credit.

"Great!" The child wanted to praise, and Song Pingqing immediately satisfied his emotional needs, "I will probably be able to go back tomorrow night at the earliest."

"Okay! I'll wait for you to come back for inspection!" Wu Qiming got the response he wanted and immediately hung up the phone and left.

As soon as I hung up the phone, the old village chief called me. It really is a businessman's phone.

The price quoted is four yuan per pound for grade three tea, twenty-five yuan per pound for grade two tea, and one hundred yuan per pound for special grade tea.

The total amount is only over 4,000 yuan.

It can be seen how difficult it is to make money from the land, so when it comes to helping farmers, as long as an individual has the ability, Song Pingqing still feels that he can help as much as possible.

Song Pingqing did not bargain and agreed directly. He then contacted Xu Jinmei to ask if there was a logistics point of her own here. After receiving a positive reply, Xu Jinmei sent Song Pingqing an address at eight o'clock in the evening.

"I contacted a small truck for you, which should be enough." Xu Jinmei was a little puzzled, "Why did you run over there by yourself?"

"It's not me, my uncle has assigned me a bunch of bodyguards." Song Pingqing replied, "Thank you, Mom."

"What are you thanking me for? You can pay the shipping fee yourself when you get back." Xu Jinmei paused, "I've discussed this with your dad. Since you're starting your own business now, I think you might not have enough money. I've given you 100,000 yuan as pocket money. If it's not enough, just tell your family."

"You have become rich overnight, and you are so confident in giving pocket money." Song Pingqing smiled. Who could refuse such a huge sum of money that fell from the sky?

"Of course not. I finally get some pocket money. I can't let your Uncle Murong outdo me." Xu Jinmei joked.

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore. I have to tell the bodyguards that I won't be going to pick up the goods tomorrow. I have other things to do."

"Your parents are the ones who make money. Don't work too hard." Xu Jinmei couldn't hide her distress. "At such a young age, running around to make money is nothing."

"It's good to be able to make money. You will never starve anywhere." Song Pingqing felt that he had come to a perfect time to make money.

Although I am not at the right age to make money, the Murong family has given me the opportunity to do so.

The food is already right in front of your mouth, who wouldn’t eat?