Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 878 - 860. Real Sweet Potato

Chapter 878: 860. Real Sweet Potato

Although Lun Chuan hasn’t visited Peach Treasure Shop or watched the live streams in a long time, there are still some updates in Song Tan’s social media.

He shared these with the courier, who was instantly bamboozled by the nuanced discourse—

Yes, it’s quite normal that if a product is good and there’s a contract with one seller, it can’t be sold elsewhere.

Nowadays, if there’s a little available online each day, perhaps the store is selling it on the sly?

Thinking this way, it’s not about slow internet or slow hands, but rather a problem of quantity.

With that being the case, no matter how frustrated he feels, he can only sigh in resignation:

"Sigh!"

But truly unable to let it go, just before leaving, he muttered, "If their products sell so well, wouldn’t it be better to just sell them individually at a higher price? Why bother lowering the price to do wholesale?"

Lun Chuan closing the door: ...

According to common thinking, selling items individually should be more expensive than wholesale prices. Although he hasn’t talked much with Song Tan, he kind of gets the idea about the pricing, right?

It doesn’t seem like they are lowering the prices to do wholesale!

Rather, this daily limited sale tactic seems more like lowering prices to attract fans...

He laughed as he moved the large box.

Looking at the hefty box at his feet, the weight was clearly marked on the delivery note:

25kg.

Lun Chuan: ...

At this moment, he felt once again unclear about who owes whom.

But now, he’s become more carefree; opening the box without any burden, he couldn’t help but smile at the neatly arranged white and red sweet potatoes inside.

Song Tan really did put effort into this; these sweet potatoes were carefully selected, even their size was quite uniform.

...

Meanwhile, in the courtyard of Lao Song’s family in Yunqiao Village, Qiaoqiao sneezed mightily, looking at Song Tan, "Sister, are we moving the sweet potatoes into the cellar today?"

"Let’s wait another two days for the moisture to dissipate—You haven’t forgotten those 50 kilograms of sweet potatoes you packed last time, have you?"

"No, I haven’t!" Qiaoqiao smiled and boasted, "I picked them really well and arranged them neatly before shipping!"

Song Tan simply responded with an "Oh," not caring much about the selection, "As long as they were shipped out, that’s fine."

Her focus was on Zhang Yanping at the moment, wondering, "How much can we make with the price at 29? Our tea seeds aren’t specifically for making tea seed oil, and the yield is limited; it’s unnecessary."

Indeed, with a steady customer like Boss Bao, capital-rich Song no longer cared about minor profits.

"Besides, this product can’t be consumed or drunk... Isn’t any family’s tea seeds unsuitable? There’s no competitive edge; selling them could easily tarnish our reputation and get accused of ripping people off."

Everyone thinks this way, and with Zhang Yanping’s pickiness and keen eye, even ordering some gift sets with tools would cost a minimum of five yuan. Although tea seeds aren’t valuable, labor costs must be considered.

Plus the shipping... compared to other products at home, this business hardly makes a few yuan.

But, these tea seeds really don’t have much practical value compared to other premium foods in the store; it’s easy for people to make this connection.

Song Tan promised Professor Song to focus on quality in the initial phase; thus, she aims to avoid such reputational issues.

Professor Song didn’t spell it out, but who in the family doesn’t know he has big plans!

Since that’s the case, Zhang Yanping could only retreat quietly.

But Seventh Uncle muttered, "You people are so picky... Supermarket tea oil costs over a hundred yuan for a small bottle, our home’s tea seeds, grinding more of it for your women comrades to use for facial masks is also good... What do you mean it has no practical value? It’s because you don’t dare to use it."

Now Zhang Yanping was both amused and helpless: "It’s not that we dare not use it, but as sellers, we have to be responsible to our customers."

The process of hand-ground tea oil is not up to standard, the sterilization is insufficient, how could we advertise to buyers that it’s edible?

As for using it as a facial mask—oh dear, today’s young people, they dare to stuff anything into their mouths. But the face is different, if anything happens to the face, it would be troublesome to handle.

Earning these few yuan in a single deal while taking such a big risk... it’s not worth it.

In his heart, Seventh Uncle knew this, but he was just not reconciled: "Actually, Master Jiang said that pressing tea seed oil is pretty good, it’s nutritious and gives a unique flavor when used for cooking. If you’re not going to sell it, why not find some people to buy them back, and we can press it ourselves."

Press it ourselves?

Zhang Yanping was confused: "Doesn’t that mean we need to buy an oil press?"

Seventh Uncle shook his head: "Well, basically, tea oil is pounded out like this—later we can use a grinder to crush the tea seeds into tea seed cakes, then use two hydraulic presses to extract the oil from those cakes, it’s simple."

Mentioning food energized Song Tan.

But she thought about it, and felt this proposal wasn’t very reliable.

Why?

Because this type of tea tree’s tea seeds have a low oil yield rate and the production is also low, it’s not the professional oil-tea used for oil pressing.

In this case, the hydraulic press might only need to work once and then sit idle for a year, which is too low utilization.

Song Tan was about to explain when she suddenly saw Guo Dong entering the courtyard: "Song Tan, I saw that the Golden Sakura cuttings on the mountain are growing very well, and I estimate they will bear quite a bit of fruit next year. But I can’t use such a large quantity..."

After all, in her prescriptions, this herb only makes up a small portion.

"If you’re willing, later I can introduce you to a teacher from my school, I mentioned it on the phone today, and he is also very interested in this kind of good medicinal material."

Song Tan thought for a moment: "Okay!" Such medicinal materials being niche is quite normal, having a few more customers is no problem.

And Guo Dong’s thought wasn’t finished yet—

"By the way, the other day I saw Master Jiang picking tea flowers on your mountain, I want to pick some too, and later dry them to make tea."

Dried tea flowers made into tea can beautify and nourish the complexion, her complexion has improved over the half-year she has rested in Yunqiao Village, except for her dark skin...

Doctor Xiaoguo subtly glanced at Zhang Yanping, then nodded satisfactorily in her mind:

Thank heavens, she hadn’t gotten as dark as Zhang Yanping.

Zhang Yanping, glanced at by her, felt uneasy for some reason, and subconsciously asked:

"Do you want only the tea flowers? What about the tea seeds? Grinding tea oil is quite fun."

Doctor Xiaoguo, coming from the more plains-covered Huacheng where tea is not typically grown, was momentarily taken aback by the unfamiliar term:

"Grinding tea oil?"

She realized: "Tea seeds from your mountain can produce oil? Then share some with me, when it’s winter, I’ll make a few more bottles of Tea Oil Hand Cream for you."

At this, Song Tan was also stunned:

"Aren’t you a doctor? How do you know how to make hand cream too?"

Guo Dong blinked in confusion: "There are lots of tutorials online, it’s not difficult... Don’t you want the tea oil? I suggest you try it, tea oil is very moisturizing."