“If it weren’t for Secretary Zhang and her cousin having said this to An’an before, I wouldn’t have wanted An’an to sell such good honey.”
"It would be better to keep this for myself and drink it slowly."
"We only harvested eighteen jars in total. We'll give one jar to An'an's maternal grandfather's family, and one jar to each of An'an's younger siblings."
“We’ll definitely have to send a jar to each of her uncles’ families as well.”
"Five cans have already been sold."
"There are only thirteen cans left."
"If we sell one can to each of them, we'll only have eleven cans left in total."
"What can you do with that!"
"...Eleven cans, that should last for several years, right?" Mr. Lin asked weakly.
"How about 520 yuan a can?" Lin Anshu suggested.
"I think it's a good idea," Lin's mother nodded.
"Well... I have no objection." Mr. Lin shrank back.
"We only need two or three cans left, we can keep harvesting later anyway."
"Sell the rest."
"You raised them, so you decide what to do."
Lin's mother felt a little sorry for him, but she also knew that if she left so much at home, no one could possibly drink it all.
It would be better to let Lin Anshu put it up for sale and turn it into money.
She just didn't expect that beekeeping could be so profitable.
When An'an bought these two boxes of bees, it seemed to cost only about 1300 yuan in total.
It's only been a short time, and you've already broken even?
"An'an, could we keep a couple more beehives?" Lin's mother asked tentatively.
"Mom, you really are my mom, we're on the same page."
"To be honest, when I took Grandpa Sun back this afternoon, I bought four more boxes and put them in the mountains."
"The price remains the same as before."
"Um!"
"By the way, Dad, it's time to plant rice seedlings in my paddy field."
"Tomorrow, you and my mom can help me out together," Lin Anshu said.
Judging by the time, it's about time to plant the rice.
"What era are we living in? Still transplanting rice seedlings by hand? Aren't you afraid of getting a herniated disc from all that hard work?"
"Besides, I need to read, I don't have time."
“For that mere three acres of land, you can rent an automatic rice transplanter from your Uncle Jian’an and it will be done in less than two hours.”
"Besides, it won't cost much," Mr. Lin said.
“Okay, then I’ll trouble you, Dad, to call Uncle Jian’an for me and tell him that I’ll pay the wages,” Lin Anshu said.
She almost forgot that it was the 21st century, with all sorts of high-tech products emerging one after another.
Whether it's transplanting rice seedlings or harvesting, there are machines available.
Why waste manpower?
"OK."
After chatting, Lin Anshu arranged the remaining honey in various ways, took all sorts of photos, and then put them up for sale on her Taotao shop.
She only listed six items in total, priced at 520 yuan excluding shipping.
Afterwards, I opened WeChat and sent a copy of the photo to both Party Secretary Zhang and Ji Chuan.
The price has naturally been sent over as well.
Not long after the message was sent, both Secretary Zhang and Ji Chuan replied to her on WeChat.
"520? That's not cheap. Okay, I'll take one jar first, I'll transfer the money to you, and I'll come pick up the honey tomorrow."
This is Secretary Zhang's reply.
"What? 520 yuan a can? Lin Anshu, are you serious? Are you robbing me?"
"Transfer of 1040 yuan".
"I want two cans."
"..." Lin Anshu.
This Ji Chuan is all talk and no action.
Despite clearly thinking it was too expensive, she still bought two cans at once.
Forgive her for being inexperienced and not understanding this operation.
After receiving the money, Lin Anshu went to the gym and practice her spiritual cultivation.
As a result, messages kept popping up on WeChat.
They kept playing it endlessly.
She instinctively sensed that something might be happening, so she stopped what she was doing and picked up her phone to check it.
"I'm begging you, I'm begging you, Lin Anshu, you've been hacked!"
"Link!"
"Are you there? Say something!"
"Don't be sad. I've had your wild tea before. I'm on your side this time."
"Where is the price of 666 expensive? I think it's cheap."
"??? Why aren't you saying anything? Are you hiding under the covers crying?"
"Let me tell you, it's wrong to cyberbully others, no matter who the other person is, you can't do that."
"Forwarding this post 500 times will result in criminal liability."
"Or, should I call the police for you?"
"Say something???"
"Voice dialing in progress..."
Lin Anshu answered the call, somewhat speechless.
"Hey, Ji Chuan, I haven't had a chance to see what you sent yet, I was busy just now."
"Then look at it now."
Lin Anshu clicked on the link Ji Chuan had shared and looked at it, then her eyes turned slightly cold.
The content in the link seems quite simple: someone posted a screenshot of a hospital expert's WeChat Moments, followed by a lengthy critique of the wild tea she was selling.
They say she's gone crazy for money, because she casually stir-fried dandelions (which even pigs wouldn't eat) and sold them as a health supplement at exorbitant prices.
They say she's heartless, not a good person, too greedy, and makes money through dishonest means.
Afterwards, they would bombard the person selling health products with all sorts of insults.
In the replies below, many people praised the original poster's comments.
He also made various claims that his elders wouldn't listen to their advice and insisted on spending money to buy ineffective health products that cost only a few dollars but were actually sold for thousands, and that he had been cheated out of his money.
Some people also posted news about elderly people dying from taking health supplements.
People were cursing and wishing death upon those who sold ineffective health products.
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