Black-faced fruit farmer

  "Get a storefront? Hehe, I've thought about it, but where's the money going to come from?" Su Yonggui sighed, since the Su family fell, he and his grandson had been living a hard life, very frugal. The old man's greatest wish was to raise his only granddaughter until she grew up and sent her to college before he died, so that he could also make amends with his son and daughter-in-law in the afterlife.

  Old man, you don't have money, I do. Yang Dagen smiled to himself and asked calmly: "Do you need a lot of money? Renting a storefront won't cost much, as long as the location is good, it's definitely better than selling on the street."

  Su Yonggui laughed and shook his head, saying: "You young man, doing business is not as simple as you imagine. First of all, the rent for a good storefront is already several thousand yuan per month. With such a high cost, no one can guarantee how the business will go. Moreover, the fruit business is highly seasonal. Just like now, apples, pears, and oranges are all flooding the market, so even with a great location, you won't make much money. Only those fruits that are about to ripen and haven't entered the market yet are the most popular and welcomed by the masses. You have to know, people always like new things."

  As soon as he talks about business, the old man is unstoppable and has his own set of experiences. It's not hard to see that he has a dozen baskets of business tricks in his mind, but fate is unpredictable, and with the decline of the family, he fell from heaven to hell overnight.

  For the old man, Yang Dagen already had some admiration in his heart. His brain was not stupid and he quickly summarized the central idea of what the old man meant, which is that doing business emphasizes opportunities, being unique, and it's hard not to make money.

  But even if Yang Dagen understood the old man's intention, as a mercenary who had committed murder and arson, how could he understand business? He did think of opening his mouth to hand over the ten thousand taels of silver to the green snake, leaving it for Old Master to manage, but this was too hasty and reckless. It was estimated that with Old Master's personality, he would absolutely not accept it.

  Oh!

  Yang Dagen let out a soft sigh, it seemed that helping Su Ziyu and his grandson would require other means.

  Half an hour later, Su Ziyu had already finished cooking the meal. The lovely figure of Qianying was busy finishing up, worthy of being a gentle and obedient good wife and mother. Yang Dagen naturally didn't idle around, hurrying into the kitchen to help serve the rice and dishes.

  Soon, the three of them sat down, and on the small table were four dishes with bright colors and appetizing aromas that could increase one's appetite: fish-flavored shredded pork, tomato and egg, green pepper and bean sprouts, and a plate of sliced watermelon.

  Su Ziyin's thoughts were meticulous, and he ran out to buy two bottles of chilled beer. Then the three of them laughed and chatted like a family while eating.

  "Daikon, you and Zi Yun are friends, I don't object to that, but you have to promise me one thing: before going to college, you can't do anything out of line to my Zi Yun, or else I won't forgive you, you little scamp!"

  Su Yonggui's words almost made Yang Dagen spit out the food in his mouth. He thought to himself, "Old man, how can you be so blunt? Your granddaughter is still watching on the side, isn't that a bit too straightforward?"

  "Bang!"

  Su Ziying slammed the bowl in her hand onto the table, expressing her discontent. However, with a lovely and charming face, flushed to the heavens, extremely shy, no matter how you looked at it, this discontent didn't have much resistance.

  Grandpa, honestly! They're just classmates who sit together and have a good relationship. What are you talking about? And to make matters worse, that Yang Dagen, he knows there's nothing going on between them, but he doesn't even bother to explain things clearly.

  Su Ziying glared at him several times, and Yang Dagen almost lost his soul. It's really hard to see that this usually gentle and obedient little girl has such a charming and captivating side. Her cheeks were rosy, her beautiful eyes sparkled like fireflies, as if she was holding back a spring of water, looking shy and coquettish, teasing Yang Dagen into a frenzy of desire. Compared to those women who are superficially charming and seductive, her lethal power is even greater.

  Old man, I'm sorry. Actually, I really wanted to agree with you, but you also saw that your granddaughter deliberately flirted and enticed me. This is not in line with your intentions, which makes it very difficult for a young man like me...

  "Cough, cough... Grandpa, don't think too much about it. Su and I are still young, and the college entrance exam is coming up soon. She's doing so well in school, and I have to study day and night or else I won't be able to get into the same university as her. It's enough to make me cry!" Yang Dagen said with a fake sad face.

  Both Su Yonggui and Su Ziqian were amused and burst out laughing.

  "If you think so, I'll feel at ease. Alright, this afternoon I'll go to the suburbs to several orchards to pick up some goods, and let Ziyuan accompany you to the city for a stroll. You young people's business, I, an old thing, won't interfere." Su Yonggui said with a smile.

  Although the business was ruined by a shrewish woman this morning, fortunately most of it was sold out and didn't lose money. The remaining ones are not enough to use, so I'll contact them early tomorrow morning, and it's also good to get the goods earlier.

  Su Ziyin wanted to speak but stopped herself, she didn't feel at ease leaving her grandfather behind and thought of accompanying the old man together.

  "No need, anyway I'm going to help you treat your rheumatism and also go to the suburbs to find a kind of medicine, might as well go with Grandpa together." Yang Dagen said truthfully, being romantic with the beauty is important, but Grandpa's illness should be cured as soon as possible.

  The three of them finished their meal and then took a bus together to the suburbs.

  Chunjiang City is an international metropolis with a vast territory, a highly developed economic structure that has reached the point of being overly bloated, and has attracted numerous business tycoons from home and abroad to invest.

  However, most of them are in the fields of electronic technology products, real estate and consumer services. In terms of agricultural products, they are not very popular after all, as seasonal goods, their profit model is limited.

  A bus ride, sat for two hours, more than thirty stops, finally arrived at the outskirts of the city, far away from the hustle and bustle, walking on muddy roads, everywhere can be heard frogs and birds singing, making people feel relaxed and happy.

  By the roadside, they ran into many fruit farmers selling apples and pears, who shouted to attract business when they saw Yang Dagen's group. Old Su was unmoved, only asking prices one by one. It had to be said that the first batch of fruits were very cheap, at least half the price of those in the market. The apples that cost 1.2 yuan in the supermarket were sold for just over 50 cents here.

  It's not surprising that if these fruit farmers transport their goods to the market, the transportation costs and management fees would be a significant burden. Moreover, you can't guarantee that there won't be any trouble. Therefore, most of the fruit farmers from rural areas, who are honest and down-to-earth, choose to sell their products directly and quickly, so they can take home the money they've worked hard for as soon as possible.

  "Huh? Watermelon garden transfer?"

  As he passed by a fence, Yang Dageng saw a sign that read "Fruit Garden for Sale". Under the sign sat a sturdy man with a dark face and anxious eyes.

  Look at Yang Dagen dressed in a bright and shiny outfit, he must be from the city. The man then piled on a smile, "Young fellow, are you intentionally buying my orchard?"

  Looking back from the endless melon field inside the fence, Yang Dagen didn't answer, but asked: "The fruits and vegetables in here are growing vigorously, why do you want to transfer it?"

  "Alas, I won't hide it from you, if my mother hadn't gotten malignant tumor and was in a hurry for money, I wouldn't have transferred the orchard that I had worked hard on for several months either. Alas, in another month or so, the watermelons and peaches inside would all be ripe." The dark-faced man sighed, pointing to his old mother lying in the thatched hut not far away, clearly also unwilling.

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