Chapter: 117
"Actually... it's okay to sell them the songs that they didn't appear in." Zhang Han pondered for a while.
It just so happens that there is no money right now, and if there is anything to do, a few hundred thousand seems not enough.
"How much is the right price? Forget it, it's all their songs anyway, one hundred thousand each."
After pondering for less than a minute, Zhang Han decided.
As everyone knows, in this era of rampant piracy, 100,000 songs is already considered a high price, but the songs Zhang Han mentioned are all famous songs in the past, so the value is far from being comparable to 100,000. , the price is still very cheap.
I kept packing until noon, and all the things I bought were packed.
The kitchen utensils, towels and other supplies were all washed, but because there were no ingredients, Zhang Han still planned to take Mengmeng out for lunch.
Just when he was about to leave, the first wave of guests was greeted at the door.
Three young girls in formal suits in their early twenties walked in very curiously.
They were attracted by the plaque of "Mengmeng's Casual Restaurant". Of course, they didn't know that Mengmeng was the nickname of the little princess, and they were still wondering how could the restaurant be called Mengmeng?
In addition, they took a look at the door, and the unique decoration and neat and clean restaurant attracted them even more, so they walked in.
"Boss, what kind of cute food does this cute restaurant of yours serve?" One of the women with ponytails asked with a smile.
"I, I am Mengmeng, the restaurant is not Mengmeng, but I am." Mengmeng explained to the three young ladies blinking her big clear eyes.
"Wow, what a cute little girl."
"What an interesting restaurant name."
"It's fun. It's the first time I saw a restaurant decorated like a family. It's very warm."
The three girls laughed and said.
"It hasn't opened yet." Suddenly, Zhang Tian opened his mouth, and poured cold water on his face.
"Huh? It's not open yet?"
The three women froze for a moment, curled their lips and walked out.
Originally, they wanted to have a good meal here, but they didn't expect that they didn't open for business, so they had no choice but to leave with a little regret.
"Let's go, let's go eat too." Zhang Han chuckled, picked up Mengmeng and walked out, and asked while walking: "Mengmeng, what do you want to eat at noon?"
"Eat...err...barbecue meat." Mengmeng thought for a while and replied in a milky voice.
"Okay, then let's go eat Korean food." Zhang Han smiled and took Mengmeng out.
After lunch, Zhang Han did not go back to the restaurant, but went to Crescent Mountain.
As soon as Mengmeng came to Crescent Mountain, she happily played with the dogs. Zhang Han picked up the farm tools and started harvesting rice. One-third of the rice field was harvested. The rice can be processed into nearly one hundred catties The rice is enough to last for a while.
In addition to the rice, Zhang Han took some shallots, and then came to the chicken rack. In the past few days, there were almost a hundred eggs. The shells of the eggs were very round and smooth, and they were a circle larger than ordinary eggs. A little bigger can catch up with the size of a goose egg.
The harvested rice was brought to the foot of the mountain one by one, and Zhang Han took Mengmeng away on the last trip.
After checking the truck number, I called a truck and headed to the grain processing factory.
"Huh? Sir, where did you grow your rice?"