497. Yellow-bellied Tit_1

Brother Xiaozhang's vehicle had just driven over when he was immediately stunned by the neatly stacked rows of boxes in the courtyard.

He turned his head and looked at his Wuling van, whose seats had been emptied, with distress—although people always say, "you never know how many people can fit inside this vehicle," peaches aren't people, they can't be squeezed like that!

"I can't fit all these boxes! Let's deliver them over two days!"

Song Tan turned his head to look—what kind of solution was that?

There were still so many baskets that hadn't been packed!

But the peaches had been picked, they had to be shipped out quickly, otherwise who would have time for that tomorrow?

So he took out his phone: "Old Zhao, I can't get to picking watermelons today; can you ask your big nephew to drive over and help me with a delivery? I'll pay the going rate."

Then he said to Brother Xiaozhang, "His truck is bigger, it can haul!"