w"Mom, I'll pick all these vegetables tomorrow and sell them! I want to dig a bigger water cave to raise fish." Song Wen thought for a while and said to his mother.

"So many, you can't sell it in a day." Chen Xiuhui said.

Although there are only a few rows of vegetables to be picked, the amount is a lot. The vegetable market in Songjiabao is just a small market in the countryside. Those who come to buy and sell things are all from the surrounding villages. The purchase of vegetables is limited. Moreover, they are not the only one selling vegetables in the market, so it is difficult to sell them all.

When Song Wen heard this, he couldn't help but frown.

"Pick it! Put it in a bamboo basket. I will carry it to the town in the afternoon. I don't know when these vegetables will be sold in the village. It's better to sell them there to the vegetable vendors a little cheaper." At this time, Song Yuanshui said from behind.

There is a farmers' market in the town, and someone is there to collect vegetables in the afternoon.

Song Wen felt it was OK, so he cut the gourmet dishes. After Chen Xiuhui finished cutting the dishes, he broke off the green leaves outside the gourmet dishes from behind, put them in a basket, and put them layer by layer.

Seeing the excitement here, Xixi's little brat ran over from the house. Seeing grandma picking up the leaves there, she also shouted to help. Unexpectedly, after picking up a kuala dish, she ran to pull the radish while pulling it out, singing "Pick up the radish, pull up the radish, hey hey hey hey pull the radish"

Song Wen saw it and quickly stopped it.

The radish is far away from the pond to be dug, so there is no need to pull it out. Moreover, he plans to make these radish into dried radishes and put them away, so he doesn't need to pull it out in such a hurry.

Xixi immediately became unhappy when she saw it and opened her mouth and was about to cry. She had no choice but to compromise and asked him to pull a carrot, and the little guy was happy again.

After chopping the gourmet vegetables, they cut coriander, coriander and winter nest, and finally got together, there were four large baskets. Now Song Yuanshui couldn't carry it alone, so Song Wen had to help carry two large baskets of vegetables and head to the farmers' market with his father.

The farmers' market in Suiyuan Town was built in the 1980s and has a history of decades. It looks very old, but it still plays its due function.

Song Wen and his father carried the vegetables to the farmers' market together, but they saw that there were already a lot of people inside. Everyone placed the things on the wide ground in the middle, waiting for the people who collected the vegetables to come and ask.

Song Wen and his father also rode a motorcycle to it and then unloaded the vegetables. They were waiting for someone to collect them. Song Yuanshui was a little anxious to pee, so he asked his son to watch it and ran to the bathroom by himself.

Song Wen looked at the vegetables, bored and glanced left and right. There were old farmers selling vegetables everywhere, with their faces covered with dark skin that had been stormy and rainy and the vicissitudes of life. Seeing Song Wen looking at them, they all smiled and nodded at him, and Song Wen also greeted them with a smile.

Nowadays, vegetable prices have risen and it is easy to grow vegetables. Many people have joined the ranks.

It’s like garlic seedlings. In the past, no one wanted a few cents. Now, the purchase price is better. A better garlic seedling can produce about 5,000 kilograms per mu, which is tens of thousands of yuan. Tens of thousands of yuan is enough for the countryside to live in a year, so many rural people are happy to grow vegetables at home. Unlike before, in addition to growing vegetables, they also have to go out to do odd jobs to earn money to support their families.

After looking at it, there were people selling vegetables everywhere, clamoring, and there were no eye-catching characters. Song Wen stopped watching, just sat on the motorcycle, crossing his legs happily, waiting for someone to come to collect the vegetables.

Two people who looked like vegetable vendors in the distance walked over slowly.

A middle-aged man looked like a big head; a young man was holding a small instrument in his hand, as if he was following the staff. The two of them were walking while looking at the vegetables. The young man also took out the vegetable leaves from the basket of the vegetable farmer next to him and squeezed out the juice and placed it on the small instrument in his hand, as if he was testing something. Song Wen felt that he should be testing the pesticide residues, otherwise anyone who was full and had nothing to do with the instrument was taking the instrument to check it.

The two of them slowly walked to Song Wen, and he glanced at them without caring about them.

The two of them were surprised to see the coriander in Song Wencai’s basket.

The vegetables in Song Wen’s backyard were all watered by him with the spring water in Ruyi Fan. Perhaps because of the spring water, the vegetables in the backyard were a little more tender and crisp than the vegetables grown by other people. Just like coriander, a little bit lingered with a crisp and tender water. It was a little bit like a crisp sound, bringing out a tender juice.

The young man holding the instrument picked a leaf from the coriander, then took out a small small knuckle-long glass bottle from the backpack he was carrying, squeezed some juice in, and put it into a hole in the middle of the instrument and covered it.

Song Wen glanced at it and thought when the vegetable vendors were so professional, how could this make the quality management department have mixed up? He found that the thing was a bit like a handheld card swipe machine. The difference was that the card swipe machine had a ticket gate on the screen, and the detection instrument was in front of the screen with a groove, which was used to store the juice of vegetables for inspection.

"Huh" The young man who was testing suddenly spoke in surprise.

"What's wrong?" the middle-aged man next to him asked after hearing this.

"Look."

As he said that, the young man handed the instrument to the middle-aged man to see.

The middle-aged man looked at the instrument and found that several zeros appeared on the screen of the instrument. This means that there is no pesticide residue in the vegetables and no so-called heavy metal exceeding the standard. Their instrument is the latest detection instrument. As long as there are vegetables that have sprayed pesticides or have exceeded the standard due to soil problems, they can be detected. Unexpectedly, a few zeros appeared now, and obviously no pesticides have been sprayed. How is that possible? Vegetables that are so tender and fresh, without half a wormhole, and people will not believe that they have not sprayed pesticides.

"Check it out." said the middle-aged man cautiously.

"yes"

The young man who was testing quickly picked a leaf from the basket and squeezed out the juice to test it. However, this time he did not take the leaves on it, but pulled a little leaf from the middle outside the bamboo basket to check, and found that there was nothing. The young man still didn't believe in evil. Seeing four baskets of vegetables in front of Song Wen, he checked them one by one, and found that there was no sign of pesticides or heavy metals exceeding the standard.

How is this possible? If some vegetable farmers grow vegetables and eat them by themselves, they do not use fertilizers or pesticides, they believe it. But there are so many vegetables and such good vegetables, but there are no traces of pesticide residues or heavy metals, they do not believe it.

He thought the instrument was broken, so he went to the ground next to him to pick up a leaf of vegetable that had been sprayed with pesticides at a glance, squeezed some juice and went down to test. In an instant, a small red light in the middle of the instrument lit up, which was a warning that the pesticides had seriously exceeded the standard.

It's not bad, isn't this vegetable without pesticides, no heavy metals exceeding the standard, and nothing messy? Such fresh vegetables are not sprayed with pesticides. How did this guy grow them? The young man thought curiously.

Actually, it's not as fantastic as he thought.

In autumn and winter, there are few insects, and Song Wen's family also installed solar insecticide lamps outside. Almost all nearby insects will fly there to commit suicide, so there are very few insects in the vegetable fields in his backyard. Of course, there is no need to spray pesticides without insects. In addition, he uses chicken, duck manure and cow manure, and chicken, duck, cows and cows to eat pure natural food. Therefore, there is no problem of pesticide residues and heavy metals exceeding the standard. Moreover, he will also water vegetables from time to time with the spring water in Ruyi Fan. These vegetables cannot be done if they are not good.

After the middle-aged man who seemed to be aware that Song Wen's vegetables had no pesticide residues and heavy metals exceeded the standard, he asked Song Wen: "Brother, do you sell this dish?"

Song Wen rolled his eyes directly, saying, "If you don't sell it, why should he get it here if you don't sell it, but he responded patiently: "Sell."

“What price?”

Song Wen didn't know how much it costs to sell. He glanced at him and replied, "You can collect it, tell me. If you can, I'll sell it to you."

This trick is called "retreat to advance". When he was a child, he also went to the market to sell bamboo shoots and was a bit business-minded.

However, the middle-aged man obviously didn't think so much, and said, "This is how it is! I think your dish is good. I will buy it at the market price, two yuan and five yuan, two yuan and cabbage, three yuan and three yuan of garlic sprouts, coriander and winter nest. What do you think?"

After hearing this, Song Wen felt that the price seemed to be a little more expensive than the dishes sold in the market in his village, so he nodded.

When the middle-aged man saw him agree, he picked up the phone and started calling. After a while, two young men came, one of whom was holding an electronic scale.

Originally, there were public scales prepared for vegetable sellers in the market, but they were not electronic scales, but old-fashioned scales hanging with weights. However, the electronic scales for middle-aged people are undoubtedly much more convenient.

After the electronic scale was put, the middle-aged man took a bottle of drink and put it on.

A bottle of drink is about one pound, and there is only one or two grams of errors when using an electronic scale. Even if you lose weight, you will only lose a few cents. After seeing it, Song Wen saw it and felt that it was OK, so he nodded. But he thought in his heart that this guy is really flawless in his work, and he can even think of this.

You must be so honest when doing business, otherwise no one will sell him vegetables next time.

The middle-aged man called vegetables and paid the money, so he asked someone to move the vegetables away and load them into the vehicle, and he moved quickly.

Before leaving, the middle-aged man took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Song Wen, "This is my business card. Next time you have such dishes, call me. I will come here to collect the dishes every few days."

Song Wen took the business card and looked at it. It said, "Xu Ke, Minister of the Logistics Department of Qinxiangju". He felt that he had underestimated this person, but he didn't expect that this guy was still a minister. Although he was a choreographer, he could even do his own food shopping.

Song Wen couldn't tell him that he was not a vegetable farmer, so he nodded and put away his business card.

Suddenly, Song Wen thought that he had raised more and more white jade snails and had to wait until his hotel opened in May. He probably would have to save a lot of those snails. Thinking that the person in front of him seemed to be engaged in catering, he wanted to try to see if he could open up a sales channel.

So he tried to ask the middle-aged man: "I wonder if your store will collect snails?"

"What snail?" Xu Ke asked curiously after hearing this.

"It's a white jade snail, so big." Song Wen said with a comparison of his palm.

"I haven't seen such a big snail." The middle-aged man shook his head, thought for a while, and asked again: "Do you have a lot of snails?"

"Not many. If you want them, I can only give you twenty at most a month, and the price is a bit expensive." Song Wen said. Big white jade snails are not easy to grow, so the amount is not very large. Even if there are many, Song Wen doesn't want to sell them all, after all, rare things are expensive.

"We have the French baked snail dish in our store, but the snails used are very small, not as big as you said. I don't know if our kitchen is suitable, otherwise you can give me a sample and I can help you get it to the kitchen to ask if they want to use it."

"Okay, then I'll send one to your store."

"No need to be so troublesome. We will come here to collect vegetables in two days. Then you can bring them over and give them to me."

"OK."

After saying a few more words, Xu Ke said goodbye and left.

For catering, whether it is a hotel, a restaurant or a roadside stall, you cannot just be conservative in terms of dishes, but you must also innovate. There are several types of innovation, one is to innovate in the original ingredients, and the other is to find other ingredients to innovate in order to meet the increasingly savvy tastes of customers. As a logistics manager, middle-aged people have this responsibility, so I heard Song Wen say that there is such a big white jade snail and I want to try it. It’s just a try, and it’s hard to say what’s going on later. Welcome to your support, which is my greatest motivation.m

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