Infinite Doomsday: I rely on space to stock up and bully the scum

Chapter 172: The Cold Doomsday: The Oranges Are Ripe

Jiang Jiang planned to use the trick from the previous world.

Pretend to receive goods, but actually purchase them.

The village keeps some oranges for its own people to eat, and sells the rest to "orange collectors" at a high price. The villagers can get more money to buy various things, and Jiang Jiang can get a bunch of fresh and delicious oranges. If he can't finish them, he can exchange them for various precious supplies after the doomsday.

No matter how you look at it, she's not losing out.

After working for an entire afternoon, Jiang Jiang and her seven companions plucked out dozens of orange trees, but she roughly estimated that there were at least hundreds of orange trees all over the mountain, and they would have to work for several more days.

Seeing that it was getting dark early, Jiang Jiang took the children home for safety reasons.

She heated up the leftovers from lunch and everyone had a meal together.

After they agreed to go pick oranges together tomorrow, the children happily went home with the snacks given by Jiang Jiang.

Jiang Jiang pounded his aching back and silently thought that it was time for him to exercise so that he would have a high resistance and would be less likely to get sick.

Otherwise, if you have a headache or a fever, even if you have medicine, you are afraid of something unexpected happening.

Jiang Jiang got up early in the morning, washed her face with cold water and immediately woke up. After drying her face, she applied a few drops of toner on herself.

Looking at her sallow face in the mirror, Jiang Jiang couldn't help but curl her lips.

When I was picking oranges these two days, I ate them as I picked them, and I consumed some too much.

Jiang Jiang did not go to the construction site to help. With her limited strength, she could not be of any help no matter how hard she worked. Instead, she might even make things worse.

In addition to picking oranges with Wang Yiran and others, she also collected some agricultural and forestry waste from other families and passed it on to Master Liu Qi who was teaching.

After learning for two or three days, Zhang Yang and his friends were able to do it quite well and basically produce charcoal independently. Now all they needed to do was learn some knowledge related to machine maintenance.

When the cold wave comes, if the machine breaks down and there is no one in the whole village who can repair it, that would be a real drama.

As a veteran who had worked in the factory for many years, Liu Qi did have some ability. Although he wanted to stay for a few more days to get the subsidy, he taught everything that should be taught carefully and did not ask any questions that should be asked.

"Sister Jiang Jiang! Let's go! The people who collect oranges today are here!"

Jiang Jiang had just finished washing up when several children from the village were waiting for her at her door.

After spending these few days together, the children all particularly like Jiang Jiang, who is beautiful and kind, and often gives them snacks.

Hearing the shout, Jiang Jiang took out a bag of steamed buns from the space. There were exactly seven steamed buns in it, still steaming hot.

"Come! One steamed bun for each of you."

Jiang Jiang opened the bag, and at her command, several pairs of small hands reached in at the same time.

Jiang Jiang took the lead, each of them holding a big steamed bun in their mouths and eating as they walked.

On the way, she still had time to ask Wang Yiran.

"What do the orange collectors say?"

Wang Yiran shook his head solemnly.

“I don’t know what this year will be like, but the prices may not be very good.”

Jiang Jiang originally planned to purchase this batch of oranges, but Wang Jianguo contacted the wholesaler who came to purchase oranges every year in advance, so she didn't say anything.

It doesn’t matter if the oranges can be sold at a good price, since she has planted a lot of oranges and other fruits in her space anyway.

If the price is too low, she will help to mediate.

Because this year the seven of them picked the oranges one by one from the trees, Wang Yiran and the others called Jiang Jiang along when they were selling the oranges.

When they arrived at Wang Yiran's house, they heard some heated arguments.

Jiang Jiang and Wang Yiran looked at each other and immediately walked into the house.

I saw Wang Jianguo and a dusty middle-aged man confronting each other.

Wang Jianguo looked worried, pointing at the neatly piled oranges in his yard and said:

"The weather is good this year, with plenty of sunshine and rain. The oranges are very sweet. Didn't you taste them just now and say they tasted good?"

"How come the price is 20% lower than last year?"

The man who was collecting oranges sighed, took out a cigarette and handed it to Wang Jianguo. Seeing that Wang Jianguo didn't want to smoke, he lit up his own cigarette.

"You also said that the weather is good this year, your harvest is good, and others' harvests are also good. In addition, Qingshan Village is inconvenient to enter and exit, and transportation is not available. This is just the freight, which will be much higher."

"But 30 cents per pound is too little."

It’s not even enough to cover the labor and packaging costs.

The middle-aged man shook his head slightly and left only one sentence.

"This is the only price. Consider whether to sell it or not. I will go to the next two villages to have a look. If I have collected enough, I will stop."

When the man passed by Jiang Jiang and the others, he glanced at them and walked away.

For him, even if he collected all the thousands of kilograms of oranges in Qingshan Village, he could only earn a thousand yuan. This was the price he got after the villagers helped pack the oranges and delivered them to the foot of the mountain. If he asked others to move the oranges himself, the shipping fee would probably be higher than the money he earned from collecting the fruits.

Wang Yiran saw that her father looked troubled, so she didn't say anything, for fear of bringing bad luck to Wang Jianguo.

After the middle-aged man left, Wang Jianguo finally noticed Jiang Jiang.

He forced a smile.

"Jiang Jiang, you are here. Why don't you have lunch with us at noon? I just took a leave in the morning. I will stir-fry some shredded pork for you later."

He looked at the other children again, paused for two seconds, and continued:

"Xiao Bei, all of you should eat at Uncle Wang's place. I will fry some meat for you at noon."

Wang Jianguo thought of the three pounds of pork he had bought at the market in town two days ago, and he made up his mind to fry it all at noon. He couldn't be too shabby when entertaining his guests.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaobei and his friends are children, otherwise these three pounds of pork would definitely not be enough to eat.

Just when Wang Jianguo was racking his brains over how to entertain Jiang Jiang, Jiang Jiang spoke.

"Uncle, I'm not here to eat. Didn't Yiran and I go to pick oranges these past two days?"

"This is just by the way. I just posted it on WeChat Moments. I didn't expect that all my classmates wanted to taste this orange."

When Wang Jianguo heard this, he smiled and waved his hand.

"Then when you return to school, I'll pack a sack for you and let your classmates have a taste. I'm not a stingy person."

Jiang Jiang shook his head.

"Uncle Jianguo, that's not what I meant."

"My classmates asked if I could sell them some."

Wang Jianguo still didn't care how much could this group of students buy.

"We are all classmates, and oranges are not worth much. Uncle is telling you, you have to learn how to handle interpersonal relationships..."

Seeing that Wang Jianguo was about to speak at length, Jiang Jiang immediately said:

"Uncle, they each want a box. I calculated that it must be at least a thousand kilograms!"

A lot? How much?!

Over a thousand pounds!