After entering the room, Lin Tao took off his shoes, got on the wooden kang, turned his head and said to the others: "I asked you to wash your feet yesterday, right?"

At this time, Luo Chaoyang and others said with gratitude: "Fortunately, I've washed it... Otherwise, I would have no shame to see anyone today!"

The Uyghur hospitality rooms usually feature wooden kangs, which have been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years. Later generations said that according to Japanese sayings, "Tatami is learned by anyone who learns whoever is the one who knows it at a glance."

There are usually long kang tables on the wooden kang, with crystal glass cups placed on them, which contain more than a dozen bowls of large and small sizes, including raisins, walnuts, dried apricots, fried fruits, etc., and a small glass bowl contains honey, cream, ghee, jam, etc. There is a large plate of cucumbers in the middle of the kang table, which are so high that they are stacked. Lin Tao counted and seven layers!

"Do you know we're coming?" Ding Jun asked in a low voice: "So prepared in advance?"

"How is that possible?" Lin Tao said with a smile: "They serve customers. It is estimated that there are many people who have come to buy raisins recently, so they prepare in advance, and it is very convenient to eat and replenish them."

"It feels very high in scale!" Luo Chaoyang sighed: "I'm wondering if I'll grab meat and pilaf a little later..."

"If you don't say anything else, you must serve milk tea!" Lin Tao said with a smile: "It's regular! It's very delicious!"

Sure enough, as Lin Tao finished speaking, an old Uyghur lady walked in with a milk tea stove and sat on the corner of the kang table at the door. Another young woman followed in, carrying a teapot, a jar, etc. Lin Tao guessed that it should be milk skin.

Maybe he guessed Lin Tao’s purpose. The old man changed his clothes and sat on the kang table after coming in. He introduced himself: “My name is Sima Yi, and he is Huo Jia’s father. Are you here to buy raisins? Huo Jia will come back later. You can take a break and taste our milk tea. Look, why are the raisins? They are hung by our home, which are better than those sold on the market! Try them!"

After hearing this, Lin Tao picked up a few raisins and put them in his mouth and tasted them.

Sure enough, these raisins are sweeter than those sold on the market, and they have a fragrance. The pure natural fruity aroma is really tempting!

The others also tasted it one after another. At this time, the old lady picked up the milk tea and handed it over. Lin Tao immediately stroked his chest with his left hand, took the milk tea with his right hand, lowered his head slightly, and then placed the milk tea in front of him.

Although I don’t know what Lin Tao’s action meant, Luo Chaoyang, Ding Jun, Yu Hui and others learned it. Leng Yuhu looked down at the raisin and was thinking about something.

Looking at the actions of Lin Tao and others, Old Master Sima Yi grinned and said, "Drink tea, drink tea!"

As he was talking, a twenty-year-old young man rushed in outside the door, Lin Tao's eyes lit up: It was Huo Jia!

When I came to investigate in my previous life, I saw this Uyghur man who was unwilling to grow grapes at home. After many years of hard work, I finally started a raisin deep processing cooperative. At that time, Hoga was already middle-aged. Although the years have passed, Hoga has been sticking to his dreams.

"Do you want to buy raisins?" Hoga looked at the young people sitting on the kang table, a little confused and hesitant. These people are too young, just like young men who have just graduated from school, coming to buy raisins? Is it a bit of a play? Those who go to the market to buy raisins are at least middle-aged people over thirty years old, most of whom are in their forties or fifties. Why are these young people coming here to do? Do you think selling raisins is just a fun thing?

"Are you Hogar?" Lin Tao stood up and bent down to stretch out his hand to Hogar who was standing on the ground: "I will introduce myself first. I am Lin Tao, the manager of Xingnong Company. These are my partners. This time I mainly come here to buy some pure natural high-quality raisins. I heard about you when I was inquiring about the news in the city, so I came here!"

"Then why don't you go to the market to buy raisins?" Hoga still doesn't believe Lin Tao's words. Nowadays, the saying that he has no hair on his lips and has a strong business is still very marketable.

"Because we are afraid that the raisins on the market are made of sulfur-smoked or made of quick-drying agents." Lin Tao sat down and explained: "If we want to drive our products to the mainland market, we don't want to sell them with inferior products that ruin the reputation of good things in Western Xinjiang!"

"Well... this statement is OK!" Hoga sat down and agreed with Lin Tao's statement, but then said angrily: "Our raisins have always been good! We have never smoked with anything... At most, some have been stored for a longer time, but they are also good raisins! It's also you... Those who come to buy raisins told some guys who are bad-hearted and asked them to smoke them with sulfur... Our raisins never use this! We are afraid that if we use them, they will ruin our hearts! But why are the smoked raisins? They look very beautiful, and many people who don't understand come to buy them. We are very angry, but we can't do anything!"

Lin Tao knew the thoughts of these people very well. Originally, local people who were born and raised for hundreds of years were to make raisins by drying them in the house and even drying them. This pure natural raisins are not very good, at least not much different from those smoked with sulfur, so many people only look at the appearance. Locals carried raisins on the market in the 1980s and would not make fakes. But some people saw business opportunities. Some cunning merchants and speculative dealers taught some locals who were greedy for cheapness, or some dealers simply bought a few cents a kilogram of cheap raisins for smoked by smoked by themselves and then sold them at a high price.

The smoked raisins are full and bright in color. They are indeed better looking than those that are naturally dried, but have a poor taste. However, these days, there are many people who look at the appearance and not many people who know it. Just twenty years later, who cares if there is a bag of shit under the skin of the "beautiful" stars? As long as they are beautiful, it is enough! Even if you are bullshit such as "the appearance is just", you can shout it out with confidence.

The same is true.

With market demand, only this kind of product that can be sold outside the gold and jade, but also in the shaved food.

The fact that bad money drives out good money happens in all eras, big or small.

Lin Tao smiled and said, "It's actually very simple. As long as the public knows what kind of raisins are good raisins, no one will buy the smoked raisins!"

"You have a way?" Hoga widened his eyes: "Impossible?"

It sounds impossible, it's too difficult!
Chapter completed!