Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1195 - 1169. Requirements for swapping seedlings

Bai Yan planned to do something, but Seventh Uncle had no clue, although Master Qian did call him:

"Hey, Old Song, I’ve got some good news for you—your treacherous apprentice is about to lose his job!"

Even though Seventh Uncle thought he had seen through the truths of life, he couldn’t help but beam with joy at those words!

Moments later, he cleared his throat: "Someone like that has nothing to do with me anymore, whether he has a job or not, it’s none of my business."

"Moreover, he’s been in this field for decades, surely he must’ve built some connections? Maybe he’ll just end up moving somewhere else and comfortably become a chef again."

"That’s unlikely!" Master Qian laughed.

The culinary field highly values tradition.

When Seventh Uncle took in a treacherous apprentice, people felt kinship sorrow, so Master Qian didn’t keep laughing at him and comforted him instead:

"You know your apprentice’s true nature, right? Over these years, has he had any real buddies?"

"People use others when needed, and discard them when not. Back then, he thought being your apprentice was shameful due to your lack of fame. But now, he’s looking down on renowned chefs, thinking they earned their reputations through mere publicity."

"Just this morning, several people called me about this. They said he was job hunting, made dozens of calls, but no one’s willing to engage with him!"

Seventh Uncle was so delighted that his eyebrows nearly flew off, but he had to pretend and say a few words:

"Oh my, at this age, it’s quite embarrassing... not easy at all."

"Alright, alright!" Master Qian didn’t fall for it: "You seem genuinely considerate! No matter how tough things get for him now, he certainly didn’t lack money nor enjoyment over those decades."

"What I think is best: he should lose all his money now, then we’d really relish it!"

Just then, his apprentice walked in joyfully, and said mysteriously upon seeing him:

"Master, do you know what I just found out? That guy with the surname Bai across the street, the reason he’s in a hurry to find his next opportunity is because at the start of the year he mortgaged his house for dividend shares! He took the money and invested it into You Ran Residence!"

Wow, his words seem blessed, golden revelations indeed!

Master Qian was almost in disbelief, and hurriedly asked: "How did you know?"

Oh well!

The apprentice had a "do I even need to say it" look: "He hid it well, didn’t tell anyone, but ended up quarreling with the boss in the office, overheard by the cleaner."

The cleaner wanted to resign but couldn’t, and has been having her wages docked recently; while she might not have done much cleaning, she provided tons of information.

Now with this revelation, Master Qian couldn’t help but smirk:

"Wow, indeed people need to invest—without investing, how would they go bankrupt?"

But he also warned Seventh Uncle: "Remember to guard the supply of your family’s ingredients tightly, otherwise if he’s really desperate, he might even do something at the village! Isn’t he from your area?"

If it were just him and his wife, Seventh Uncle might be somewhat worried.

But now?

He smugly curled his lips: "Let him come! Bring it on!"

Who knows who will outdo whom!

...

Meanwhile, Lao Song’s family was looking at the phone notifications, listening to the loudspeaker outside, and headed to the Village Department together.

In the chilly weather, villagers were back, with nowhere large enough to sit, everyone just stood squeezed in the small plaza built with government funds.

The reason people came eagerly was all thanks to Secretary Xiaozu’s promotion.

Asking simply, at five or six yuan per pound, who’s planting radishes and cabbages next year?

The family had discussed several times at home and finally made a decision, letting Secretary Xiaozu handle it.

"Everyone knows, in our village Song Tan has undergone professional studies and invited experts for guidance, now possessing quite a few remarkable vegetable varieties."

"Today’s meeting aims to organize everyone, see if we can earn money together..."

She tried her best to explain things clearly and thoroughly, then as expected, someone asked:

"Are these seedlings free for us or do we have to pay? If we pay, how many can we buy?"

Someone asked upfront while others murmured below: "If we can plant a few more acres, how much could we earn in a year?"

"That’s not how to look at it, if everyone plants, they might lower the price and treat them like ordinary radishes and cabbages."

"These radishes and cabbages, if they can sell for five or six yuan a pound, then if the seedlings sell for ten or eight, are we still buying?"

"Are you silly! Even if they sell seedlings for ten yuan each, we could just buy fewer, and if one cabbage grows to twenty pounds, won’t we make money? That’s effectively free."

"Seedlings selling for ten yuan each! All from the same village, isn’t that quite a windfall?"

"Just answer whether you want it or not!"

Everyone energetically discussed it, with opinions pouring forth.

Secretary Xiaozu and Song Tan exchanged glances, deliberately allowing enough discussion time. Enthusiasm won’t make a sale!

Wait until the topic slowly veers off, then she cleared her throat: "Alright, alright! Their family invested tens of millions into developing good things—you all don’t expect them for free, right?"

"Anyone thinking like that should skip this cold wind right now and head straight home."

As soon as she said this, surely some murmured inwardly, yet not one moved an inch.

Instead, Secretary Xiaozu answered the villagers’ previous questions:

"Seedlings certainly cannot be given free, but the price is not high, and as long as nobody fakes it in our village, I can assure you, someone will come to purchase them! Prices remain as this year’s rates."

No commitment is as strong as this promise!

Everyone’s excitement instantly surged and they eagerly asked: "How much is it? How much is the price? Is it really at this rate?"

Secretary Xiaozu pressed both hands down: "Don’t rush! There’ll be purchases available; if you don’t want to sell, you can go directly to the market. The autonomy is yours."

"However, cultivating seedlings has constraints, it’s impossible for each family to plant several acres."

"Currently available to our village at five yuan per seedling, each household limited to 200 seedlings—and also needs to help Lao Song’s family with three days of farm work—let me be clear, it’s labor-intensive, like digging, weeding, cutting rice, harvesting wheat and such."

Once she said this, some began to grumble: "We’re paying and working for free? One day of work could earn two or three hundred."

Three days, costing almost a thousand, enough to buy another 200 seedlings.

Secretary Xiaozu didn’t change her expression: "Exactly, it’s voluntary; those unwilling won’t be forced."

Once she spoke, the unwilling fell silent.

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