Food Intelligence King

Chapter 147 Community Canteens Can Be Porters of Nature
Chen Zhou chatted with his two cousins ​​about that distant cousin.

Because none of the three brothers lived in the area, they could only piece together relevant information from their memories.

I don't know much about his current situation.

However, Old Chen does have contact with this cousin.

He told his three younger relatives, "If you want to eat chestnuts, go find him. Mentioning my name is very effective. You can get several kilograms without any problem. This year, I estimate we can harvest several tons."

Chen Zhou thought to himself: Son, what I'm thinking about right now isn't the food I crave, but the problem of unsold chestnuts.

After the family finished eating, they went to the old house for a while.

Let's gaze at the moon together and spend a joyous Mid-Autumn Festival with our family.

They then went home.

Chen Zhou, his wife, and children stayed at Old Chen's house.

The family of three moved into Chen Zhou's former bedroom.

Chen Taotao was very interested in the things her father used when he was a child. She rummaged through them, looking here and there.

Although the house was renovated later, a few pieces of the original old furniture were still kept.

Grandma Tao Tao tidied up the house very well.

The books and stationery that Chen Zhou used to use are all kept in the old cabinet.

Chen Taotao pulled out a booklet from her middle school days where she used to memorize Chinese texts.

She held it up to her parents and asked:

"Dad, can I have this?"

Chen Zhou laughed and said, "They're all yours."

"Thank you dad!"

Chen Taotao also enjoys browsing secondhand books.

But she doesn't know how to read very well yet.

So Ms. Lin had to read the contents of the book to her.

Turning to the first page, Ms. Lin read Chen Zhou's handwriting: "Class 93, Chen Zhou."

The little girl nodded. "This is my dad."

Ms. Lin casually flipped through the contents and found some middle school poetry lessons:
When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens.

The next morning, Chen Taotao stayed to play with her grandparents.

Chen Zhou and Ms. Lin then planned to visit their uncle, whose chestnuts were not selling well.

On the way, Ms. Lin told her husband about the results of the short video event she had participated in a couple of days ago.

Guess what place I ended up in?

"Am I a child? Let me guess." Chen Zhou saw a hint of excitement on his wife's face, so even though he guessed it was fiftieth place, he still said:
"You'll get around 60th or 70th place, right?"

The video featuring the woman, described as having a gentle and unassuming personality, quickly climbed the trending charts.

The ranking still needs to move up.

Ms. Lin: "Too low, guess again!"

"Then, the top thirty?"

Ms. Lin smiled slightly, "I'm not that amazing."

Chen Zhou cooperated and said, "Then it's between sixty and thirty. Let me think."

Looking at her husband's expression, Lin Yifan suddenly realized that he was just playing along with her.

My interest immediately waned:

"Never mind, I'll tell you anyway, it's ranked fiftieth in popularity."

Chen Zhou smiled and said, "That's good."

When you open the page ranking the popularity of the Mid-Autumn Festival activities, the top ten videos are displayed first.

In other words, only those in the top ten will receive sufficient exposure.

This is the position that all the well-known bloggers are competing for.

As for the rest, they're just listed. Especially number 50, you have to scroll down several pages for that.

Chen Zhou comforted her, "You can participate in the lottery as long as you're in the top 100, so it doesn't really matter what number you get."

Ms. Lin felt that if she had also edited the video of making the rose-red silk threads, she could have achieved even better results. Unfortunately, she didn't record the process of making the silk threads from roses.

Another twist of fate.

The prize for this Mid-Autumn Festival moon-chewing event was won by Ren Danruju, a smart push notification service from a short video platform that costs almost nothing.

The effectiveness of the promotion is currently unknown, but this can be considered a milestone for Ms. Lin in developing her side business.

In the car, the couple also chatted about chestnuts.

Chen Zhou asked his wife for her opinion.

He joked, "You're as gentle as a chrysanthemum. Now that you have a lot of online traffic, why don't you monetize it? Try live-streaming e-commerce?"

Ms. Lin frowned:
"Three, two, one, link up? Can I do it?"

She tried it out, and then laughed at herself. Ms. Lin couldn't pull off such a strong emotion.

"Everyone else is working their butt off to get the price down for their families, but all I can say is: friends, if you're interested, you can place an order."

Given her gentle and unassuming personality, it's unlikely that switching to live-streaming e-commerce would be very effective.

Chen Zhou said, "Your personality is indeed not suitable."

When Ms. Lin heard her husband say that, she suddenly remembered that her sister had come over a few days ago and said that her career was not improving and was stagnating.

She began to talk to herself:

"I don't know what kind of job suits my personality."

“I don’t know about other things,” Chen Zhou interrupted Ms. Lin, “but you’re definitely suitable to be Tao Tao’s mother and my wife.”

"Hmm~"

The journey wasn't long, and Chen Zhou soon arrived at his cousin's house.

It was less a home and more a makeshift dwelling that my uncle had built at the foot of a hillside covered with chestnut trees.

On the limestone platform in the yard, a few ears of corn were drying, growing crookedly and unevenly, probably picked up casually.

The morning sunlight shone down, casting long shadows.

There were a few winter melon vines in the corner, their heavy winter melons bending the trellis.

Besides that, there were chestnut shells everywhere.

The chestnuts with a brown outer shell that we usually see are actually the fruit of the chestnut family.

When it grows on a tree, it has a thorny outer shell.

Just like a little green hedgehog.

A long stick can knock chestnuts down from the tree, and in late autumn, the chestnuts will fall down on their own.

"Cousin!"

Chen Zhou called out towards the courtyard.

"oi~"

With the phone call from Lao Chen that morning and the items Chen Zhou was carrying, the process of recognizing each other went smoothly.

My uncle quickly started calling me "nephew" and "nephew's wife" repeatedly.

During the conversation, Chen Zhou learned that:
This uncle contracted half a hillside and has been growing chestnuts for more than ten years, but this year, due to blocked sales channels, he still has two tons of chestnuts that he hasn't sold.

While chatting, my uncle found a nylon bag:
"Hurry up, I'll pack a sack for you in a bit."

Chen Zhou smiled and said, "I was thinking of helping you sell them."

"Why did you say you wanted to buy chestnuts when you came to your uncle's place?" The uncle didn't hear clearly and thought Chen Zhou wanted to buy chestnuts.

He only realized what was going on after Lin Yifan emphasized again that it was to help sell chestnuts.

"Nephew, what's a good market for your stuff?"

Because the community canteen will reopen tomorrow, Chen Zhou contacted Old Zhang, who sells pork at the market, and asked him to inquire about the price of raw chestnuts at the market.

In Guangming District, it's already 8.5 yuan per jin.

The buyer that my uncle contacted only offered five yuan and fifty cents.

Chen Zhou had just tasted the chestnuts from his cousin's family a while ago; they were of very high quality. However, since the area was full of chestnut growers, they lacked a competitive edge.

Chen Zhou said to him:

"I can try selling it in my shop. People like good things, but sometimes they just can't get their hands on them."

(End of this chapter)