After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 11: First time going to the market, earning over ten thousand yuan a day!
After weighing it, it was not much different from last night, still 72 kilograms.

The quality of this batch of chicken mushrooms was very good. Before Chen Yang even opened his mouth, the other party took the initiative to raise the price, which was 180 yuan per catty.

Zhang Yafeng was indeed a generous person. He included the cost of the backpack in the bill, which came to 12960 yuan. He rounded it up and gave Chen Yang 13000 yuan.

It far exceeded Chen Yang's expectations.

On the second floor, in the office.

Zhang Yafeng handed over two bottles of mineral water and started chatting with Chen Yang, "Young man, what is your relationship with Chen Jingzhi, the elder Chen?"

"That's my grandpa." Chen Yang said.

"Oh?"

Zhang Yafeng said, "So, we are relatives..."

"What?" Chen Yang was a little surprised.

Zhang Yafeng asked, "Is your mother's name Wang Xiuzhen?"

Chen Yang nodded.

Zhang Yafeng smiled, "My mother's name is Wang Xiulan. Your mother and my mother are from the same village, so we are cousins."

"Is it?"

Chen Yang was stunned. He had never heard his mother talk about this. How come they were related now?

"Speaking of it, you should call me brother."

"Uh, Brother Feng."

Chen Yang didn't care how much older the other person was than him. He climbed up the pole and called him "brother" very cheerfully.

This relative, who had no idea what kind of relative he was, just accepted him so hastily.

"Haha."

Zhang Yafeng grinned, was very friendly, and asked briefly about Chen Yang's situation.

Chen Yang did not hide it. Since he was enjoying the cool air-conditioning, he just chatted with him for a few more dollars.

"Nowadays, young people all want to go out, and it's rare to go back to the village. However, times have changed. Our mountains are not bad either. It's no exaggeration to say that there are treasures everywhere in our mountains. As long as you are willing to discover them, it's no worse than working outside..."

Zhang Yafeng has a lot to say about this, as he made his first fortune from the mountains.

"Brother Feng is right. It's hard to find a job and earn money outside now. Just in our class, there are millions of undergraduates graduating. Where can we find so many jobs?"

If it had happened in the past, Zhang Yafeng’s words would definitely not be worth Chen Yang’s ridicule.

The mountains are so good, why are so many people trying to move to the city?
But now, he strongly agrees that the city is not necessarily better than the mountains, and the mountains are not necessarily worse than the city.

In this city, how many people can earn 13,000 yuan a day?
The two of them had a great chat, and the brother called each other affectionately, which brought them closer.

"If you need any wild game in the future, Xiaoyang, you have to think of your brother Feng first." Finally, Zhang Yafeng personally sent Chen Yang out.

I originally wanted to ask Chen Yang if he could continue to supply him, but after thinking about it, I decided to give up. It was simply unrealistic.

These kinds of wild delicacies are hard to come by and it is impossible to find them every day.

"Don't worry, I'll come to bother you in the future."

Chen Yang waved his hand, got on the tricycle, and quickly disappeared at the street corner with Song Ping.

Zhang Yafeng stood there for a while, and a Wenjie M7 stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

A young woman got out of the car.

She looks to be in her early twenties, youthful and beautiful, wearing a shirt and short jeans, with long flowing hair, a slim waist and long legs, and a really good figure.

The places that should be exposed are exposed, and the places that should be covered seem a little out of place.

"elder brother!"

The woman walked quickly towards Zhang Yafeng and asked, "Why are you so nice today that you're waiting for me here?"

"Hey, my little Mr. Zhang, it's a rare occasion for you to come back, how could I not wait for you here?" Zhang Yafeng smiled teasingly.

"whispering sound."

Zhang Yanan rolled her eyes and then took his hand, "I have a friend coming over today, brother, you have to entertain me..."

"Boy friend?"

"female."

"I'm sorry, but I won't entertain you." Zhang Yafeng waved his hand. "You're not a child anymore, it's time for you to..."

"Oh, are you annoying? I'm only 22, how can I be old?"

Zhang Yanan interrupted his chattering and asked, "Do you have any more of the chicken mushrooms we ate the day before yesterday?" "Yes, yes, yes. I'll have enough for today!"

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"Brother Yang, you are so awesome. You are actually a relative of Boss Zhang?"

On the street, Song Ping sat in the truck bed, extremely excited.

"Awesome? Why is it awesome?"

"That's Boss Zhang, Zhang Yafeng, the richest man in our town. Our school was built with his money. Isn't that awesome enough? He's your brother, and you're my brother. In the final analysis, he's also my brother..."

"Just listen to what businessmen say, don't take it too seriously."

Chen Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In Song Ping's eyes, perhaps someone like Zhang Yafeng could be considered a top-notch figure?

Although it was the first time they met, Chen Yang felt that Zhang Yafeng was indeed not a simple person.

With just a few words, he can establish a relationship with you, no matter whether you are a human or a ghost, he can chat with you and get close to you. This is not something a young man like him who has just entered society can do.

As for the relationship he mentioned, Chen Yang didn't care at all and didn't even think about going to his mother to verify it.

My mother never mentioned it over the years, which only shows that even if there are relatives, they are just not related at all.

Of course, this is not important. What is important is that Chen Yang is now in touch with him. If he gets any mountain products in the future, he can use him as a sales channel.

Song Ping seemed to understand, but his eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Chen Yang.

"Brother Yang, are we still going up the mountain today?"

Just after coming out of the hotel, Chen Yang gave him one thousand yuan directly.

The originally agreed amount of 500 yuan suddenly became 1,000 yuan. Song Ping was so excited.

There were so many chicken mushrooms on Ant Hill that they didn't pick them all yesterday. They only picked the ones that looked good.

He really wanted to fly back to the village and follow Chen Yang to the mountain to pick chicken mushrooms.

"I can make a thousand dollars a day, a hundred thousand dollars in ten days, and millions in a two-month summer vacation. I have never seen so much money in my life."

The little brat is not only good at math, but also has naive ideas.

"No hurry, let's talk about it after we finish the work."

It’s a rare trip to town, so Chen Yang still has a lot of things to do.

With money in pocket, of course you think about spending it.

I first went to an electronics store, bought a TV, and ordered two air conditioners, then went to the business hall to apply for broadband.

All in all, I spent more than five thousand.

Song Ping followed beside him, feeling extremely distressed.

Banyan tree.

In the back street of Pingqiang Town, there is an old banyan tree, which can be regarded as the landmark of Pingqiang Town.

A square was built here, with many shops around it, mostly fortune-telling parlors and pharmacies.

He first went to Jimin Pharmacy to get his grandfather's medicine. Before noon, he and Song Ping came to the square.

The banyan tree is right in the middle of the square.

The treetops are like a canopy, casting a large area of ​​shade in the square.

This tree is quite old. Its branches are hung with red ribbons for praying for blessings, and the foot of the tree is also filled with incense sticks and candles.

Song Ping said that this tree is very magical.

He couldn't explain the specific spiritual method.

In the early years, some weak and sickly children would come to worship under the tree under the guidance of their adults. Some even went so far as to directly worship the banyan tree as their godfather.

Including Song Ping, who is also the godson of this banyan tree and has another name, Huang Ge'er.

With so many people worshipping, there must be some history behind it. Chen Yang also lit a stick of incense and came to worship under the tree.

He didn't ask for anything else but that his grandfather be in good health.

Song Ping, who was standing beside him, knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times, being extremely pious, and kept asking his godfather to bless him and make him rich.

Chen Yang couldn't help laughing.

(End of this chapter)