Song Tan Jishi

This can’t be entirely blamed on Zhou Tianyu for not understanding his parents’ painstaking efforts.

After all, his situation is quite similar to that of Brother Gantao.

The environment around him since childhood made him understand that "the only way out is to get into college", as if graduating from college, a job and a house would be within reach.

But the reality is that when he went to college, the value of the university had been declining with the development of the times and the continuous expansion of enrollment. Many jobs done by graduate students can be done by people with a high school diploma.

At that time, his monthly salary was only about 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, which was not as good as the rich but better than the poor, which was very embarrassing.

Living in the city is not easy. After studying for so many years, he was finally asked to go home to farm and run a tofu workshop. He was not happy at all. After all, he was still young and did not feel the need for a family. He also felt that his parents had nothing in common with him.

No reply! Absolutely no reply!

After hanging up the phone, Li Lanhua also sighed.

While having dinner that night, she looked at the girls who were giggling at another table. She had originally been thinking that when her son came back, she would save more money for him, hoping that one of the female employees would be attracted to him.

But now...

"Why not just forget it?" she said to Zhou Maozhu.

"I think if we make tofu, we are strong and healthy now, but in ten or eight years, we may not be able to do it. By then, the business will be neither good nor bad, which is not suitable."

"Besides, if my son gets married and has children, I won't be able to take care of them if my family has a tofu business."

"Now is the best time. We can do the work if there is any, and we can rest if there is no work. Even if I am seventy or eighty years old, it won't stop me from picking tea."

What she said seemed to make sense, but as they had been married for their entire lives, how could Zhou Maozhu not understand why?

Making tofu is hard work - if you make money you can buy a machine to grind the beans, and the rest of the work doesn't require that much effort.

Being in your seventies or eighties doesn't stop you from picking tea - but he might not be able to roast tea leaves in a few more years. This year, the Song family is looking for some tea roasters, and I heard they are also going to try cellaring black tea.

Next is Zhou Tianyu getting married and having children - without money, what silly girl would be willing to marry him? Nowadays, girls don't do such silly things. Men change wives as soon as they become rich. It's not uncommon to see it in the news.

But what the daughter-in-law said definitely didn't make sense to her son.

She wanted to laugh: "Don't worry, I told you I'd supply it, and I will. We only cook one or two a day, so there's no rush."

Boss Chang originally wanted to say that he came to deliver an invitation. Wouldn't it be more serious to come here in person? By the way, he could also explore the garden to see if there are any treasures. Unexpectedly, the treasures were discovered before he even got there!

At this moment, he couldn't help but laugh: "Haven't we discussed the price of the watermelon yet? I'll go over and try it, and then decide the price after tasting it!"

After the lively chat, he asked again: "We said before that Changleju is going to hold a liquor tasting event. How many invitations do you need?"

Boss Chang has been preparing for this white wine tasting session for a long time!

From brand registration to liquor inspection, packaging, rating and pricing, to the arrangement of tasting sessions and the issuance of invitations...

He has been busy with this matter since the beginning of this spring.

Now that everything has been settled, I have carefully asked the master to choose a date, and we have also started to promote it. As our supreme VIP supplier, he will naturally come to deliver it personally.

If he hadn't said it, Song Tan would have almost forgotten about it.

But now that it was brought up again, Song Tan couldn't think of how many to order for the moment, so he considered it for a moment: "I'll think about it first and get back to you later. By the way, when is the tasting session?"

Boss Chang was very proud: "The master picked it for me! I also put it under the leader's portrait, so the date is very stable! It's on May 29th!"

It's only been more than twenty days.

Song Tan therefore replied: "I will tell you as soon as possible."

It would be impossible to come to any conclusion if she discussed this tasting meeting with her parents, so she simply went to find Lu Chuan. Seeing that he was pruning the six-fold profit that was gradually withering due to the high temperature in the garden, she quickly sneaked up to him and covered his eyes.

Lu Chuan was stunned, then asked in surprise: "Why didn't I hear any sound at all?"

His hearing is actually quite acute.

But it doesn't matter. He put the flower scissors back into his gardening pocket. He held Song Tan's hand, his eyelashes trembling: "Are you happy today?"

Song Tan nodded and rested his forehead against his back: "Do you feel it?"

Happy indeed.

In this world lacking spiritual energy, that little epiphany couldn't even summon a tiny amount of spiritual rain, but it did allow her to free herself from the shackles of some old ideas, so that not only did her realm improve, but her state of mind also relaxed.

But it’s not convenient to talk about these.

But... Lu Chuan is quite perceptive.

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really.

The other person also laughed: "I don't know, it's just a feeling - the wind is very good today, the flowers are very fragrant, and the sun is very comfortable."

It's a magical feeling, every breath is so refreshing, and the whole person is intoxicated among the flowers, as if they are about to be immersed in them.

So he thought: Tan Tan should be very happy.

Now that I've asked, it turns out to be true.

The two laughed and joked for a while, and then Song Tan asked about the invitation: "How many copies do you need? I want more."

Boss Chang said that this tasting event was large in scale but with few people, so he could arrange as many extra people as she wanted.

This Lu Chuan was really rude: "My editor, several of my readers, and Qin Yun and He Kuang, they also want to see the world - is it appropriate?"

What's wrong with that? They supply their own wine!

Song Tan thought for a moment and said, "Ten."

"Also, how many do you think I should prepare?"

She thought: "Whether Professor Song and Teacher Tang go or not, I have to prepare three or five tickets. I have to prepare one ticket for Yang Zhengxin's father. Who else needs to prepare?"

My relatives definitely won’t go - they don’t have much sense of being rich, and this amount of money is really insignificant among Boss Chang’s customer base.

But apart from our own family, there is not much that can be arranged.

"You forgot," Lu Chuan reminded her, "Send an invitation to those people in the photos on the wall, whether they are going or not."

"As for the people in this city, let's ask Secretary Xiao Zhu about this."

"Also, wasn't there a lottery in Qiao Qiao's fan group?"

Lu Chuan helped her sort out her connections one by one, but in the end he concluded: "Otherwise, you should also prepare 10 photos. As for the people in the photo - isn't Boss Chang coming tomorrow? Let him prepare those directly."

As long as Boss Chang is not stupid, he will definitely not refuse. (End of this chapter)