Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 835 - 825. Rice wine lees and salted duck eggs

Chapter 835: 825. Rice wine lees and salted duck eggs

Having had the experience of delivering cows once before, now even a few dozen more sprightly sheep in the neighboring pen didn’t seem to be an issue.

After all, Wu Lei was now particularly adept at disinfecting the indoor sheep pen.

The sheep returned in the afternoon when the temperature was pleasant, the air moist, and the grass lush; the cows had already grown accustomed to these wonderful days.

Thus, as the new flock of sheep dispersed, big and small, the rock climbing and leaping that Song Tan worried about were completely absent—

After all, which sheep could resist the allure of the lush grasslands!

Especially this one right in front of them!

Song Tan stood by and watched for a while, but soon got called back—

Peach Treasure Shop had no new products, and the underworld customer service couldn’t endure the grudge of the fans!

...

Lately, the Peach Treasure Shop had nothing to sell again, and Brother Xiaozhang seemed somewhat listless when he came by to deliver some odd parcels to everyone.

Last month he had been so busy he was nearly breaking his hands, and then just like that, in a few days, the sauce sold out, and things were back to normal.

Ah, when could the God of Wealth make orders flow more evenly!

While packaging today’s orders—ten small packs of tea leaves—he curiously asked, "Is nobody buying tea leaves now? Why are the orders so few?"

Song Tan shook her head: "Some customers drive here to buy for themselves—But don’t worry, just hire someone next spring, or I’m afraid you won’t be able to cope with the work."

Brother Xiaozhang instantly felt proud: "Have you forgotten? I do have staff at my shop—my wife is six months pregnant, and next year I certainly won’t have time to train new employees; I need to prepare for the child’s birth. Ah, the due date is close to the New Year; when the express delivery stops, I’ll actually be busier."

Wu Lan came out holding a bag of thawed rice wine dregs and perked up when she heard that.

Almost all middle-aged mothers can’t resist this topic, and she asked:

"Xiaozhang, how is your wife’s pregnancy going? I told you before to save a few crucian carps, the summer pond cleaning missed out, but this winter it should be about right—it’s perfect to save some for you."

"When the child is born, come by when you find the time; I’ll pick the big ones for you!"

Upon this reflection, catching fish in summer didn’t feel much, but how cold it must be in winter!

Wu Lan started to worry again and even considered whether to keep the fish to sell next year instead—after all, she wasn’t in a hurry for money.

If Boss Chang knew the money he so readily gave away would come boomeranging back to hit him, he would probably cry first—

He has been trying to eat more every day, but Song Tan won’t budge; if he knew there were also fish, he’d probably go crazy and rush over in the middle of the night!

From this, it’s clear that Brother Xiaozhang has gained the good favor of Lao Song’s family with his packing skills!

Of course, Wu Lan’s care doesn’t stop there:

"Also, do you need eggs? Chickens lay fewer eggs in winter; if you want them, you have to say it in advance, and I’ll keep them for you."

"Don’t worry, it’s still the old price."

The old price is ten yuan per egg... Brother Xiaozhang wants to buy enough for a full month’s worth of the postpartum period, at least—that’s 30 at the very least...

Hey, looking at it separately, 300 yuan seems quite a bargain!

This thought flashed through his mind, and Brother Xiaozhang instantly snapped back to reality. How wealthy does one have to be to find this a bargain! Was he getting carried away?

So he asked again, "Auntie, you mentioned the old price... but what’s the new price?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Lan immediately cheered up: "The new price is 30 yuan each, haven’t started selling yet—starting tomorrow!"

After finishing, she confided heart-to-heart: "There’s a really wealthy boss who wanted to take the whole lot! But I didn’t agree... Don’t worry, just let me know in advance and I’ll reserve them for you at the old price."

Brother Xiaozhang was beyond moved: That’s a 20 yuan difference per item; he wasn’t just floating on air, he had really scored a bargain.

The two chatted for a while, then saw Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping get up from their nap—ever since they started rotating night shifts for half a month, they just couldn’t shake the habit of taking afternoon naps.

Seeing Brother Xiaozhang there, Zhang Yanping even yawned: "Perfect timing, I was planning on selling a batch of salted duck eggs this afternoon. If you leave late today, you could even take a batch of goods with you."

Brother Xiaozhang’s spirits lifted!

"How much per egg? My wife suddenly craved salted egg yolk rice dumplings in the middle of the night yesterday, crying with longing... I’ll buy a few on my way back for her to wrap!"

Zhang Yanping thought for a moment: "We’re all acquaintances here; just give the special limited-live-stream price—20 yuan each."

yuan each?!

Brother Xiaozhang couldn’t help but ask again: "What if it’s not at a special price?"

Xin Jun, who was recording on the computer nearby, chuckled lightly: "That type, oh, that’s for the high-end market, 38 yuan each."

Of course, they couldn’t control how much Boss Chang sold them for. Because they had been storing the duck eggs for a while and hadn’t managed to sell them, some had gotten a bit too salty, which is why they were a bit cheaper.

Of course, when they sent a batch to Boss Chang the other day, he didn’t mind at all, even extremely satisfied:

"It has to be this salty! It has to be this salty! One egg could season three bowls of porridge; many customers can afford it!"

Also, for garlic mashed salted duck eggs, you could mix in more garlic...

Brother Xiaozhang fell silent: "Pretend I didn’t ask."

Anyway, he watched Zhang Yanping get ready to post the product link, and decided not to leave just yet.

Meanwhile, Seventh Uncle came out with a bowl of colorfully messy stuff: "Take a sniff, does it smell good?"

Song Tan leaned over to take a look, and a fragrance of alcohol rushed towards her: "What’s this? What else can you make with sweet fermented rice?"

But Seventh Uncle was proud: "This is for making fishing bait."

"That several hundred pounds of sweet fermented rice we have can’t be used up in a short time, so I thought about using 200 pounds of it for this—Yanping said, if successful, it could bring in quite a bit of money."

Zhang Yanping looked up: "Yes, I’ve realized, these fishermen will spend whatever it takes when it comes to fishing."

"They’re willing to buy bait that costs hundreds of yuan just to catch fish in our pond— Unfortunately, the fish don’t really bite."

However, these people are really willing to spend; whether the fish bite or not, they don’t give up. Instead, they pick another brand and keep fighting the good fight, persevering through repeated failures!

Zhang Yanping hadn’t visited the fishing forums for a long time, but a few days ago he logged in and saw that the forum had a top-posted bait challenge targeting their very own pond!

Thankfully, their fishing attendants were strict with quality control, and those who’d been once kept it a secret; this prevented a flood of challengers...

But from this, he spotted a business opportunity—

The surplus sweet fermented rice at home could be used as an ingredient for fishing bait, selling at 188 yuan per portion using just tens or hundreds of grams—shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Not to mention, it’s also good to fill up the online store’s inventory.

At this moment, looking at what Seventh Uncle held in his hand, he immediately stood up: "I’ll take this to those fishermen to try out tomorrow!"

The fish in their pond were both picky and keen to eat; if these could be used to catch them, selling it could make a fortune...

Zhang Yanping suddenly hesitated:

For such a niche product, 188 yuan per portion, might that be too cheap?