Jiang Mo came down and saw the apples in her pocket. He happily walked up to her and said, "Old Three, how about one for each of us?"

Jiang Tang gave her one without hesitation.

Seeing that there were still four, Jiang Mo rolled his eyes and pulled her again: "Old Three, can you give me another one?"

Jiang Tang raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Sister, do you want to give an apple to my future brother-in-law?"

Jiang Mo stiffened his neck and refused to admit it.

Jiang Tang thought about how the cheap brother-in-law in the book was really good to her sister, so she gave her another one: "Sister, don't give him all of this. Split it in half and eat it together. Don't let her family get away with it."

"I know."

The two sisters divided the apples, one for each of their parents, and put the ginger candy in their parents' room.

I don't know why the fruits taste stronger at this time.

Put it in the house and the whole house will be filled with the smell of apples.

Jiang Tang went inside to take a shower. When she came out, she found three chickens in her mother's basin. She asked in confusion, "Mom, did Si Ning just come? Did she ask for another chicken?"

Liu Xiulan rolled her eyes at her and said, "We're having chicken tonight."

"Ah, do you feel sorry for my sister? Or did you never mention my sister?"

"What's wrong with eating a chicken? With our family's conditions, do we need a reason to eat chicken?" He threw the two chickens in the basin to her and said, "Send it to Meng girl."

Jiang Tang pursed her lips and rubbed Comrade Liu Xiulan's hard mouth.

Eating chicken tonight taught Jiang Tang a lesson.

The crying child gets the milk.

Because there were a limited number of chickens, Jiang Tang couldn't deliver some to Meng Si Ning, so she bought two.

Meng Si Ning and Lin Xiaodi discussed and prepared to make fried chicken.

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is very disappointing. Her knife skills are so terrible that the chicken she chopped looked like a crime scene, which was unbearable to watch.

Lin's confident technique failed to be copied. He failed to control the oil temperature properly when putting the food into the wok, and the finished product was placed in front of the candied ginger.

Jiang Tang took several steps back and jokingly said, "There are always my best friends who want to harm me."

Meng Si Ning rolled his eyes. "Although it's a little darker and saltier, it's not to the point where you can't swallow it. It's still edible. I left this for you out of kindness."

Jiang Tang waved his hands hurriedly: "I'm not lucky enough to enjoy it. I'll leave it to your Ponyo." Then he smacked his lips and said: "Fortunately you only got half of it."

"Everyone starts like this, what else can we do? There's no takeaway service right now."

A wonderful day ended. The next day, Meng Si Ning went to work as usual. Jiang Tang slept in. After getting up at ten o'clock, he rode his bike for a stroll outside.

After Jiang Tang left home, he first went to Chen Qingyu's father's supply and marketing cooperative to check the tea inventory. The sales were good and there was still some stock.

Then he went straight to the department store and went directly to Sister Zhang's counter to greet her: "Sister Zhang, long time no see."

"Oh, it's Comrade Jiang, are you here to see Section Chief Shen?"

Jiang Tang took out a few candies from his pocket and gave them to Sister Zhang: "Yes, is my uncle here?"

Sister Zhang said enthusiastically, "I'm here, I'm here. Go ahead."

Jiang Tang didn't plan to talk much. Just as she was about to leave, she remembered something. She turned around and looked around. Seeing no one around, she whispered, "Sister Zhang, I have some noodles here. Can you help me sell them?"

Sister Zhang's eyes lit up: "Sure, go directly to Chief Shen."

"I don't have many noodles. A friend made them for me, and I have too many to finish, and I'm afraid they'll go bad. I was thinking..." Jiang Tang didn't say much, but Sister Zhang immediately understood what she meant and asked, "How many are there?"

"About fifty pounds, one pound for one dollar and three cents."

"Fifty kilograms! We can help you digest it internally. My family can take five kilograms. I'll help you count it later. Where is your stuff?"

"Oh... I brought it. It's down there. I'll bring it up for you later."

"Sure."

Jiang Tang didn't expect it to be so efficient.

When she went to Shenzhou, she originally wanted to sell noodles to get into the residential area and find out about the factories recruiting people. However, things went too smoothly and she failed to sell any noodles. She couldn't finish all the noodles by herself. She might as well sell some and make some small change for her best friend.

After Jiang Tang entered the sales department, he went straight to Director Shen: "Uncle Shen, long time no see. My dad asked me to bring this to you. He said you like it best."

Section Chief Shen looked at the two handfuls of noodles on the table and smiled. "Jiangtang, you're finally here! Your tea is selling really well. Customers say it's fragrant and the price is affordable. We're almost sold out and were just thinking of getting another batch!"

Jiang Tang was delighted when she heard this, but then she felt a little embarrassed. She frowned and said, "Uncle Shen, of course I'm happy that the tea is selling well, but the village's tea production is limited, and we may not be able to supply so much in the short term. You said you wanted to buy 300 kilograms, but I'm afraid I can't get it together in a short time. You don't know, I just went to Shenzhou and signed an order for 2,000 kilograms."

After hearing this, Section Chief Shen's smile turned into surprise: "You've gone to Shenzhou?"

"Well, I wanted to promote the tea in our province, so I started with Shenzhou. I didn't expect it to be successful, and the quantity they wanted was quite large."

"Jiang Tang, promotion is a good thing. Since it's in our city, we should first ensure the supply of tea in our area. The tea in your village is of such high quality and has received good market response. If we can supply more, we can both make more money. Can you think of a way to get as much as possible? Even if it's just 200 kilograms first, that would be fine."

Jiang Tang nodded, mentally calculating the village's tea inventory and picking progress. She knew that picking and making tea took time, and that it was impossible to increase production in a short period of time. Furthermore, they didn't have many tea trees to begin with.

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