Jiang Ancheng thought that he would transport a batch of flowers or fungi into the city every day in the future. Instead of calling for a bus every day, he might as well hire Uncle Wen, who was a good servant.

Jiang Ancheng suddenly called to Uncle Wen who was about to go home, "Uncle, can you set aside time at six o'clock every morning to help me pull goods?"

Uncle Wen stopped driving and said with a smile, "Okay, shall we still bring flowers?"

"Flowers, mountain products, etc. are all possible."

"Okay, you can pull it wherever you tell me."

Most drivers who own minibuses stay in the city most of the time because there are very few people who need them in Caixia Town.

Many times, when we go out late, people entering the city are taken away by buses or other minibuses. Occasionally, they enter the city empty-handed.

Jiang Ancheng always asked him to bring goods into the city. If he went to the city to solicit customers, it would be a very cost-effective business for him.

After Jiang Ancheng and Uncle Wen confirmed the time, they picked up their backpacks and prepared to enter the mountain from the fork in the road.

Uncle Wen suddenly stopped him again, "Brother Jiang, are you harvesting roses? I have planted some roses in my house. Do you want to see them?"

Jiang Ancheng paused, "Okay, is it an edible rose?"

Uncle Wen called him to get in the car and then said: "Yes, we can eat it, but the boss who makes flower cakes is critical, saying that there are hairs on the roses and they are a bit bitter, so they are suitable for making tea, but not suitable for making cakes."

"I suddenly thought of you."

Jiang Ancheng was confused, "You have planted a lot?"

Uncle Wen smiled and said: "I have planted more than half an acre. It was my boy who followed the trend and specially gave it to his mother when he came back from doing business in Guangcheng. His mother couldn't bear to throw it away. He cooked the flowers and ate them, and cut the flower stalks.

The more you come down, the more you will suffer.”

The largest "Flower City" in China is Guangcheng. Because it is across the sea from Magang, it is a new flower center in the country.

Jiang Ancheng asked curiously: "Have you ever asked him what kind of flower it is?"

Uncle Wen shook his head, "I don't know." He then said proudly, "It was my boy who knew his damn temperament and went out of his way to see if the flower seller could eat it. That's why we knew the flower was edible."

Jiang Ancheng suddenly felt a little hopeful. The half-acre of land they planted was very suitable for imported roses as cut flowers.

After turning two corners, in front of a paddy field, stood a large, modern-style new house.

Uncle Wen shouted at the door, and his wife quickly opened the courtyard door.

As soon as Jiang Ancheng got out of the car, Uncle Wen took him to a piece of dry land not far from the backyard.

Far away, I could see a fiery red patch.

The flowers are blooming and fragrant.

As Jiang Ancheng approached, Uncle Wen picked up a rose and said, "Look, it's a big and beautiful flower with thick petals, but no one wants it."

Jiang Ancheng only took a few glances, and based on the rose's red as ink and velvet-like petals, he recognized that it was an ink-red rose from abroad.

The dark red rose is a rose cultivated abroad for use as a fresh cut flower, but everyone has discovered that it has a honey-sweet taste and a unique fragrance, especially the content of anthocyanins, which is three times that of ordinary roses, and also contains a large amount of

Vitamins are very suitable for extracting floral water, making small bunches, rose vinegar, freeze-drying, and scented tea. It brings more economic benefits than fresh cut flowers, and the fresh cut flower market continues to cultivate new varieties, and dark red roses gradually

The fresh cut flower market faded away.

Jiang Ancheng was pleasantly surprised. With half an acre of dark red roses, he would have saved a fortune in traveling to Guangcheng to introduce rose varieties.

Uncle Wen asked again: "Can you have it?"

Jiang Ancheng smiled and said, "Yes, I want to dig out and buy some seedlings, okay?"

Uncle Wen smiled and said, "Okay, I still have the seeds I collected. You can get the seeds if you want."

Jiang Ancheng nodded, "I want the seeds too."

"What's the price?"

Jiang Ancheng pointed to the big dark red roses and said: "Flowers are just like vegetables. They are not easy to sell when they are big. I charge two cents per catty for big flowers like this. But for flowers that are not big, like this

If it’s still in bud, I can give you fifty cents a pound.”

The price was a bit higher than Uncle Wen expected, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "It's a little low, add more, and it's hard to grow it."

"If you take it to the city, you'll be able to sell it all over the place. It won't be easy for us."

Jiang Ancheng smiled and said, "Okay, okay, then I'll give you another ten cents. There really can't be any more."

After adding a dime, Uncle Wen was very happy and said cheerfully: "Sure, then I'll prepare it for you tomorrow morning?"

"Well, I'll weigh it tomorrow morning. How many seedlings can I pick out and spread now?"

"Okay, okay, I'll get the hoe."

Uncle Wen brought a hoe to help Jiang Ancheng dig, but couldn't help but ask, "These flowers should be easy to sell, right?"

Roses are of course easy to sell, with their delicate colors and beautiful flower shapes, and they also represent Western love.

In this era of worshiping foreign goods, foreign things can quickly develop into trends.

As long as a grand Valentine's Day is carefully planned, every young girl will be eager to enjoy Western-style romance, and the man she likes will give them a bouquet of roses.

The invasion of foreign culture, but it is undeniable that it has brought huge economic benefits.

Jiang Ancheng said with a smile: "Probably." He was living in the tide of the times, and he was determined to do push hands.

After digging up five dark red roses, Uncle Wen and his wife felt a little distressed and shouted, "Enough is enough." Maybe Uncle Wen noticed the potential commercial value of the dark red roses and was not willing to sell them.

Jiang Ancheng wrapped the roots of the roses and put them into the basket on his back. He drank some water in Uncle Wen's hall, and Uncle Wen drove him back to the fork in the road and made an appointment to order the goods tomorrow.

After all, he had no idea about selling flowers, so he planned to see if Jiang Ancheng could make money from selling them.

After traveling all the way over mountains and ridges, Jiang Ancheng was so hungry that his chest was pressed to his belly.

The villagers saw him carrying a few roses on his back and asked him, "Did you buy some seedlings? Could they be flowers?"

Jiang Ancheng nodded, not caring about satisfying everyone's curiosity, and walked home with a clear goal.

Sun Miaolan was sitting in the yard pulling corn leaves. When she saw him coming back, she stood up with a smile like a flower, "I thought you wouldn't come back today."

Jiang Ancheng put down the bamboo pole on his back and said, "I've already agreed with you, why don't you come back?" He looked around the yard and asked, "Where's the little fish?"

Sun Miaolan brought him a towel to wipe his sweat, "He went to play with his friends again. I was planning to go find him after steaming the corn cakes."

Jiang Ancheng took a towel and wiped the creaks on his head and neck. It felt much refreshed, and then he noticed that Sun Miaolan seemed to be a little different today.

"I'm going to get you some rice noodles now. If Yufei and the others come back, they may have to have a meal."

Jiang Ancheng said nothing, grabbed her wrist, looked closer, and suddenly laughed, making Sun Miaolan lower her eyes shyly, "What are you looking at?"

"My wife is so pretty." He added, "Why did you remember to put on rouge?"

Sun Miaolan looked at her for a moment and explained: "Mrs. Song gave me a box of rouge. I was afraid that if I didn't use it, people would think I looked down on them, so I just used a little."

Sun Miaolan has fair skin with almost no pores. She is painted with rosy rouge, and has a pair of almond-shaped eyes with affectionate eyebrows. She is beautiful without knowing it.

Jiang Ancheng couldn't help but kiss her seductive red lips, causing her face to turn red: "Whatever you look down on, you can use it if you like it. Although none of us are rich, we are not inferior to anyone else, so we originally planned to buy it for you."

, I’ve been too busy these days, so when I take you and the kids into the city, we’ll have to pick a few more.”
Chapter completed!