Boss Chang’s words were something Zhang Yanping believed, but Song Tan wasn’t short of money this year! Didn’t you see how generous they had become? So, with these bits and pieces, why bother! She could put them online for Qiaoqiao to draw lots, and she’d be happy doing that. Boss Chang was indignantly talking while munching on a leek pie, his chopsticks moved around the plate, finally and precisely picking the greasy, crispy, and tender pancake. After having two bites with some congee, he asked, "What’s up with the milk? Why not just put it in a bucket and deliver it with the car, it’s not much trouble!" "That would still be quite troublesome." Zhang Yanping honestly replied, "The car comes in the middle of the night, leaves in the middle of the night, you can’t milk cows at night. During the day, we can milk and store it, but there’s no need—the quantity is very unstable." "Today the calves could drink a little more, tomorrow the lambs a bit more again, and the day after, one might be weaned...no need, there’s really no need!" ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩 This milk is sweet, the family doesn’t drink much, but there’s at least a cup every day. If we don’t feel like drinking it, we make some desserts with it, or send it to Lun Chuan for bubble tea, everyone benefits... "Aren’t you here to look at the tea? Maybe you should focus on that, it’s valuable!" His heart was devastated, so he hurriedly drank some porridge with salted duck egg yolk to patch it up and finally calmed down. After a satisfying breakfast, Boss Chang hesitated briefly between the riverside beach and the mountain, but decided first to focus on the crucial tea. At this point, he sat on the three-wheeler with Wu Lan and was curious: "Is there enough manpower this year? Why are you picking tea yourself? It’s quite tiring!" His partner’s mom wore an old outfit, with two old sleeves, a basket tied to her waist, obviously heading to do some work. Wu Lan laughed, "Having worked all my life, staying idle is uncomfortable—picking tea in spring isn’t tiring, just doing it when free." Not just her, the children’s grandma is also out in the fields, eagerly keeping track of their wages every day! If it weren’t for the children’s grandparents helping out by taking care of the house for their son, allowing them to focus on cattle raising, the old folks would have been roped in too— Who doesn’t need money? This conversation hit Boss Chang right in the heart. All these years personally collecting mountain goods, he often saw families changing after getting money, and once they get complacent, further collaboration would not last long. Lao Song’s family remains diligent, and even helps him with picking tea, naturally, he was delighted. He immediately gave a thumbs up, "Rest assured, as long as the tea quality remains unchanged, I’ll take as much as you have!" Still, that won’t do. Song Tan had already said she’d keep some to be sold online periodically to increase fan engagement. Although Zhang Yanping said there’s no need for that as anyone who came in wouldn’t want to leave... But from her simple viewpoint, when their tea first went on sale, someone dared to spend 10,000 to buy it, proving many good people online. Now providing ten packs daily for everyone to try their luck and have fun is great. However, taking all is a no-go, taking about seventy to eighty percent is fine. Boss Chang’s straightforwardness had already earned him points with Wu Lan. At this moment, the three-wheeler stopped, she called out and went into the fields, while Boss Chang entered the factory, the first thing he saw was the shirtless, sweating, middle-aged man in the tea shed, vigorously stirring tea in the woks. What’s rolling in those pots isn’t green tea leaves; it’s gold! He contentedly toured around, seeing Song Sancheng and Song Tan standing together, pointing at the three cups of tea on the table, he quickly joined in: "Oh, that’s this year’s batch of my tea!" The sense of ownership in his words was too obvious, Song Tan glanced at him, "Yes, it’s yours. But we’ve upgraded the process this year, we’ve sorted them by size." More than a dozen additional acres of tea this year, and sorting them daily yielded several batches, much more conveniently than when the yield was low last year. Boss Chang tensed up, "So how much is the price increase?" She hadn’t planned to raise the price, just intended to sell at an average of fifty thousand. But since Boss Chang asked... "Prices for the best mao jian are eighty thousand, medium fifty thousand, and those with leaves thirty thousand. Currently, there are more with leaves, you can choose only the pure ones..." "I’ll take all the best ones!" Boss Chang intercepted her words, then sighed, "You’re not raising the price! Scared me for a moment." Song Tan couldn’t help but laugh, "Alright! You’re swift with payments, whatever you say goes—try these three teas, they were made the day before yesterday, see how well they’ve been cooked." Honestly, with more refined tools up the mountain, it felt like Zhou Maozhu’s tea-making skills had surpassed even last year. Right now, the tea soup was clear and fragrant, starting slightly bitter at first, but sweet like a spring flowing from the throat. Boss Chang smacked his lips tasting it for a long while, realizing the sweet aftertaste lingered, his joy increased, "Good tea!" Ah, with Song Tan’s graded pricing, does he also need to reset the price for himself? With higher tea yields this year, he might be able to sell some to his top-tier VIP clients. Thinking about this, he felt his eyebrows almost flying. So he rubbed his hands eagerly, "Any baskets left? I’d like to go pick some tea too—plenty of people in the tea fields, right? Take a picture of me later! I want to share it in my client groups!" He can’t be anxious alone! Starting tomorrow, he wants his tea house to be bustling and full of esteemed guests! Song Tan: ... Got it. Boss Chang not only didn’t resist hunger marketing, he wished he could plaster the words "hunger marketing" on his face! Trying to contain her laughter, she handed over a basket, "Go ahead, over the past few days the tea has amounted to over sixty pounds, if you stay two more days, it should add up to a hundred. Boss Chang, let’s make a fortune!" Boss Chang’s eyes sparkled with happiness, "A fortune! After Qingming, when my tea house opens, it’ll surely be even more prosperous!" After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Come summer, will you make some black tea? Many drink black tea for health these days, I can buy those too." It’s not very popular here, Zhou Maozhu probably doesn’t know how to make it. But, indeed, drinking black tea is warmer in the winter. Song Tan thought for a bit and nodded, "After the spring tea season, we’ll look into it." Boss Chang beamed with joy, carrying the basket out the door, his loud voice still offering suggestions, "If you have any good osmanthus, you can also make osmanthus black tea. Honeysuckle’s good too! Oh yeah, are there wild chrysanthemums this year? I’ll take those as well!" "I’ll take anything you have, don’t think just because the quantity’s small I won’t want it! My car comes here every day, isn’t it more convenient than selling to others?" "Selling online would cost you shipping, free delivery, and there’s the risk of returns, bad reviews, and many other issues... If you give them all to me, wouldn’t there be no problems at all?"