Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 59 - : 59. Consider renting a booth_1
Chapter 59: 59. Consider renting a booth_1
At this remark, the vegetable vendor was not pleased.
“What do you mean ‘illegal vending’?”
“All my veggies come from the suburban gardens, I don’t make much even after flipping them a few times. If I had to rent a stall, I’d make less money than a street sweeper in a month.”
He didn’t hold anything back.
Aside from the occasional local farmers from the surrounding suburbs selling their produce, the market was mostly made up of such stalls. The vegetables weren’t necessarily cheaper, but they won out in freshness, and there were often deals to be had, which was why they were so popular with the masses.
However, fortune didn’t favor the vendor. He missed out when the market stalls were being assigned by the city, and since he didn’t sell in large volumes, it didn’t make financial sense for him to get one.
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His advice to Song Tan was indeed well-meaning—
“Occasionally setting up a stall here is perfectly fine, ‘people don’t report it, officials don’t bother with it,’ but girl, you’re making no small amount of money from these vegetables. I’m watching from the sidelines, green with envy.”
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He was half-joking, half-serious, and his words carried a tinge of sarcasm.
At twenty bucks a pop, anyone who looked at the accounts even briefly could see they were clear. The Milk Vetch she grows practically costs her nothing, meaning she’s netting a good two or three thousand a day.
It’s worth a month’s earnings for those little stalls.
Who wouldn’t be jealous?
The vegetable vendor dreamt of striking it rich every single day!
“All it takes is for someone to make a report, and tomorrow law enforcement will come knocking.”
When money’s involved, there’s never peace, and the vendor was well aware of that.
Song Tan’s expression grew serious too.
Truth be told, the time she spent vending each session was only an hour or two at most, and half the market doesn’t have fixed stalls and operates for the whole morning; technically, it shouldn’t be troublesome.
But like the vendor said, once someone reports you, they’re definitely informed about the timing. They’ll catch you without fail.
The vendor, seeing her youth and fearing she didn’t grasp the severity, looked over at the blissfully bubble-blowing Qiaoqiao before he continued:
“Even if there’s no report, when it warms up, the city does inspections—two or three times a year. Your Little Pika, parked here, would that be appropriate?”
“Miss, you should ask around for yourself.”
No need to ask around, city inspections happen every year, including in Ning City.
Song Tan was sincerely grateful: “Thanks for the heads-up!”
She then tried to give back the hundred yuan: “We’ve been neighbors for so long, what’s the need for money? I’ll definitely bring some for you tomorrow!”
Glancing at the time, she called out to Qiaoqiao: “Let’s go, Qiaoqiao, we have to deliver vegetables to your aunt!”
The sibling pair roared off in their Little Pika, leaving the vendor chuckling at the money in his hand:
Selling vegetables for so long, and just today I learned we’re neighbors! That girl has some cheek; she’s cut out for business.
The business-savvy Song Tan was still pondering over the stall situation as she drove.
She had moved to Ning City for work right after graduating and switched from working in the labor system to the agricultural system, knowing absolutely no one.
But no matter!
When she pulled up to the famous Jinyue Bay Wholesale Market in downtown, Song Tan had already managed to post a message in the group chat—
[Dear customers, the store owner plans to rent a stall at Riverside Market. If anyone knows somebody, please refer them to me! A generous reward will be offered upon signing the contract!]
She might have lacked connections, but with so many people buying vegetables every day, surely someone would have a tip.
Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao, carrying a small basket, gazed wide-eyed at the wholesale market’s rows upon rows of large trucks and the mountains of various fruits, exclaiming in awe—
“It’s so big here, so huge!”
Song Tan smiled: “Of course it’s big, this is the largest wholesale market in our city!”
Song Tan’s maternal aunt, Wu Fang, and her husband Zhang Hong, ran a storefront here, specializing in fruit wholesale.
Fruit wholesale was by no means an easy job. Starting early and finishing late to settle accounts, and all the lifting and carrying, it was indeed tough work.
But the couple were honest workers. Although they didn’t make as much money as others at the beginning, over the years they had built up a good reputation, and now their life was quite acceptable.
Song Tan followed the address she’d been given before and found her way there, with Qiaoqiao obediently trailing behind, her excitement apparent upon seeing the distinct style of the place compared to other buildings.
“Sis, there are so many fruits!”
“Mhm.”
“If you live here, can you eat them every day?”
“Mhm.”
“Then, can Qiaoqiao live here too?”
“Mhm… no.” Song Tan looked at him: “You have to pay to eat here. Do you have money?”
Qiaoqiao was not so naive now, looking eagerly at her: “I do… I have a salary!”
Song Tan counted on her fingers for him to see: “You dug in the vegetable garden yesterday, fifty yuan. You accompanied your sister to sell vegetables today, fifty yuan.”
“That makes a hundred yuan in total. You have to feed your three puppies, buy your own toys, Peppa stickers. You also have to pay for your own snacks—Qiaoqiao, it’s not enough!”
Qiaoqiao wasn’t worried though: “I will dig in the garden again when I go back today! It will grow more and more!”
This silly kid.
Song Tan felt helpless—wasn’t this something she would have to coax him about?
“Okay, when we go back, we’ll soak the seeds, and you can dig the garden well, then we can plant in the evening.”
Bok choy, feather vegetable—those that can be densely planted were perfect to make good use of the garden first.
As they were talking, they came upon a storefront with a sign that read ［Dahong Fruit Wholesale］. A couple was unloading fruit from a truck at the entrance!
“Auntie!” Song Tan called out, and without waiting for a response, she climbed up onto the truck: “Which ones do we move? I’ll help!”
Qiaoqiao had already positioned himself skillfully below the truck.
The auntie was not tall, and a bit thinner than Wu Lan, wearing old clothes with a face full of surprise: “Tantan, when did you come back? Get down quickly, the fruit is heavy, you can’t—”
Her words trailed off.
That was because Song Tan nonchalantly picked up a basket of fruit and passed it down. Qiaoqiao quickly took it and stacked it to the side.
The two of them coordinated especially well, anyone unaware would think they did this for a living!
Auntie’s husband, Zhang Hong, came out of the warehouse and was taken aback when he saw them: “Oh, you two, no need to help, come down, I’ll grab you a couple of oranges!”
Seeing that they didn’t move, the uncle became anxious, directly taking a pomelo from the side: “Qiaoqiao, come, uncle will peel some fruit for you.”
Qiaoqiao turned his head, he didn’t like pomelo because the ones Wu Lan bought for the New Year in the village were very sour:
“No, I have to work.”
His sister had said that earning money was hard, and he could make fifty yuan today, so he couldn’t be lazy.
Song Tan, however, took a moment to survey the truckload—due to the early spring, people’s desire for consumption was low, so there weren’t any particularly expensive fruits on the truck, the cherries that sold well at the year’s end were nowhere to be seen, the only somewhat expensive ones were the domestic large cherries.
She thought of the mountainous land back home, which they hadn’t been able to care for this year, only utilizing Chestnut Woods. But if they were to develop it in the long run, it shouldn’t go to waste either.
What kind of fruit should they plant?
