The Song family was really surprised.
But when she saw Duan Dinglan following along, Old Lady Duan wasn't too surprised.
"Ding Lan, what's going on?"
Duan Dinglan simply opened up and spoke frankly:
"Mom, I won't exchange pleasantries with you anymore. We came here today to discuss an important matter with you."
Old Mrs. Duan was surprised and couldn't help but think of the rice she had received before.
Are you here to cause trouble?
"Does the family still have corn?"
Duan Dinglan was stunned, probably not understanding why Duan Dinglan suddenly asked this.
"Of course there's still some corn, but not much."
Duan Dinglan's expression suddenly became serious:
"What's wrong? Have you been having a hard time lately? Then why don't you take some corn from home?"
Since the entire Song family has come to visit, we naturally cannot let the in-laws go back empty-handed.
Old Lady Song just waved her hand and said in a deep voice, "Mother-in-law, you're overthinking it. We're not here to ask for corn, but to give it to you."
Old Mrs. Duan had only one thought at the moment.
I'm afraid Old Lady Song is joking.
"Don't be ridiculous, I'm afraid that's unlikely."
After a pause, realizing that there might be something wrong with her attitude, Mrs. Duan's attitude relaxed.
"It's not that you can't buy it, but it's not the season for corn to ripen now."
Old Mrs. Song stared at Old Mrs. Duan seriously, and her attitude did not seem to be joking at all.
"Mother-in-law, do you think I would talk nonsense about these things?"
Old Mrs. Duan remained silent. She really would not do such a thing.
Mrs. Song did not explain anything else, and simply said:
"It seems useless to say more, you should just come with me and take a look."
Old Mrs. Duan turned her inquiring gaze to her daughter.
Duan Dinglan also nodded very solemnly.
A group of people, led by Old Lady Song and Old Lady Duan, walked into the yard.
Boss Song lifted the thick cloth, and huge corns appeared before everyone's eyes.
Even though Old Mrs. Duan was growing corn and making a living by selling corn, she had to cover her mouth.
"Don't make it public,"
Old Mrs. Song deliberately lowered her voice.
"Mother-in-law, this is corn from the greenhouse, right? This technology has just been brought back from abroad, so this batch of corn is probably not cheap."
Corn itself is not too expensive, what is expensive is the technology and its seasonality.
I didn't even need to explain anything myself, as Mrs. Duan had already explained everything automatically.
Old Lady Song and Duan Dinglan looked at each other, and without the former saying anything, the latter had already spoken.
"Mom, my mother-in-law and I want to leave this corn with you. Do you think there's a suitable market for it?"
Old Mrs. Duan nodded quickly.
"Of course there are suitable sales channels. Nowadays, the wealthy people in this city like to eat seasonal vegetables, fruits, etc. Otherwise, the products in this greenhouse would not be several times more expensive than usual."
After hearing this, Duan Dinglan's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down.
"Mom, the situation is this: I need your help in finding a market for this batch of corn. As for the profit..."
Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Old Lady Duan.
"What are you talking about in front of your mother-in-law, kid?"
She expressed her views on the matter sincerely.
Although there is competition among peers, the Song family is also her daughter's in-laws' family.
Whether your daughter will live a good life in the future depends on other people's wishes.
What kind of life did my daughter live before?
She herself had seen it before, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was the emperor's life, with clothes to wear and food to eat provided for him.
As the saying goes, one should give a good turn.
If someone treats their daughter well, then they are not letting down the Duan family.
Now, her in-laws just asked her to help sell something. If she still makes a profit from it, it would be really ungrateful.
"We are a family, why are we talking about sharing profits or not?"
Old Mrs. Song had no intention of discussing this with her.
"Because we are a family."
She looked at Old Lady Duan and said, "Mother-in-law, please accept the 37% profit. I feel bad about dividing it this way."
Panax notoginseng.
Naturally, it’s the Song family’s seven and the Duan family’s three.
But in fact, the Duan family gained three points of profit without doing anything, which was undoubtedly a delicious pie falling from the sky.
The Duan family is not a wealthy family.
Although I do a small business of trading corn, I can only make money in ninety-two months of the year.
Sometimes, due to weather or other external disasters, there will not be a good harvest.
Old Mrs. Duan really couldn't give up so much profit easily.
In the end, rationality triumphed over emotion.
"Mother-in-law, is this true?"
There are at least 500 kilograms of corn here. If we sell it to the newly opened supermarket in the city, we can make at least 500 yuan.
If they could make a three percent profit, the Duan family could earn at least 150 yuan.
Needless to say, what this concept is.
"Now that you've spoken, you must be serious. If you don't believe me, you should believe your own daughter."
This is why Duan Dinglan wants to follow.
Only with her daughter around can Old Mrs. Duan feel truly at ease.
This was a perfect match.
Old Mrs. Duan is not a procrastinator.
Once I decide on something, I want to start working on it right away.
On this point, the two parties only made some verbal agreements and did not sign any written documents, and the Song family went home directly.
In the carriage, Duan Dinglan and Old Lady Song sat side by side.
As the cold wind howled, Duan Dinglan couldn't help but talk about the fact that Old Lady Song had left the corn directly at the Duan family.
"Mom, I think you should get a written agreement from my mom."
Although both of them are her mother, if something goes wrong with so much corn, it will be a serious blow to the Song family.
"It's okay. What kind of documents do we need as a family?"
To put it more nicely, it is indeed true.
But I still feel uneasy.
"Mom, you're so careless. How can you be so confident with so much corn and so much money?"
Even Duan Dinglan, a man with the surname Duan, is like this, let alone the people of the Song family.
Old Mrs. Song could tell at a glance what she was worried about.
"It's because of you, Ding Lan."
The old lady smiled softly, her tone more sincere.
"Because my mother-in-law was able to raise such a good child like Ding Lan, I also believe that my mother-in-law is a person of good character and she keeps her word."
Duan Dinglan was stunned and naturally very moved.
"Mom, you are so kind to me."
The old lady's smile froze.
She suddenly felt a guilty feeling in her heart.
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