slack farmer in the wasteland

Chapter 118 What a Big Melon
Ping An stopped and pulled the ugly donkey's bridle, and when the ugly donkey stopped, Ping An stood beside the cart and patted the melons on the cart, aiming at Cang Hai and laughed silly.

Just when he was about to speak, a kiln master came out of the old kiln, saw the melons on the cart at a glance, and couldn't help saying: "What a big winter... Watermelon pattern?"

Ping An showed off a little, and his face was full of pride: "This is a watermelon, not a winter melon. Do winter melons look like this? Winter melons usually have green skin, but this one has green skin and has melon patterns..." .

"You boy, I've eaten more salt than you've ever eaten rice, and I can't tell the difference between winter melon and watermelon, and you still need to show off in front of me, a little brat like you?" The master rushed forward and nodded Peace, said with a smile.

After hearing this, Ping An didn't reply, and stretched out his hand to rub his forehead and stood beside the car in a silly way.

The master turned his head and shouted to his companions in the kiln: "Big guy, come and have a look at the western scene. This watermelon is bigger than winter melon, and each one weighs dozens of catties!".

The masters in the kiln immediately became interested when they heard that they put down their work and came out one after another. When they saw the watermelon on the cart, they all looked surprised. I have never heard of it. A watermelon can grow as tall as a half-grown child. The waist of the melon is two circles larger than the usual washbasin. If you don’t look at the skin of the watermelon, there are ten out of ten long watermelons. Everyone thinks this is a huge wax gourd.

A group of people surrounded the watermelon in amazement, chatting about this novel watermelon, touching and knocking it from time to time.

Cang Hai and Shi Wei also stood next to the cart at this time, even Cang Hai now feels that the long watermelons on the cart are huge, and he didn't feel that all the melons on the field were together before. Pulling down and coming back, the appearance in front of my eyes is really amazing in terms of size.

Shi Wei stretched out her hand to pat the watermelon, and there was a thumping sound from the rind of the melon: "Six or seven members of such a watermelon can't eat a meal!"

"A family of six or seven? If this melon is cut open, there will be no problem for more than [-] people. Good guy, old man, it's the first time I've seen such a big melon in my life!" The old kiln master stroked the melon body.

After thinking about it for a while, the master raised his head and asked Cang Hai, "Boss Cang, give me some of your melon seeds, and I will find a piece of land to plant them when I go back."

Cang Hai smiled and shook his head after hearing this: "It's not that I'm stingy, but that these melon seeds have intellectual property rights, and I signed a confidentiality agreement. My power is limited to spreading this stuff in my village. You still have to talk to the company!"

Cang Hai is such a rogue person. After changing the watermelon with the melting pot of life in space, he registered a new company overseas through Wen Yiyi. It is also under the name of Zhanbituo, but it does not belong to Zhanbituo. Tuo Kenzhi belongs to the new Zhanbituo Fine Breed Company. Apart from watermelons, another one that enjoys this kind of treatment is Canghai's improved kiwifruit.

As an educated kid, how could Cang Hai not know the importance of intellectual property rights, otherwise what would companies like Mengshandu eat?If there is a good breed that lets others register, Cang Hai’s books these years have been read in vain. It is estimated that if the teacher hears that Cang Hai has lost such intellectual property rights, he may wish to refund the tuition to Cang Hai.

"Which company do you want to talk to?"

Hearing this, this guy is a little unhappy. Where is there any intellectual property rights in his mind? In his opinion, it is something that the young child in front of him doesn’t want to give. No, besides, that company is not in the village now, is it?

This guy didn't expect that the so-called big black hand behind the company's backstage was standing in front of him, and now he was tantamount to taking money out of Cang Hai's pocket. Where would I be happy.

A group of people messed around around the cart, and soon attracted the whole village. Anyway, the village is not big, so to put it bluntly, if you fart in the west, you can smell it in the east. In just two or three minutes, the scooter was surrounded by young and old men.

"Haiwazi, is such a big watermelon delicious? Can a big melon be soaked?" Li Licheng saw the big watermelon on the cart, and patted it, although the melon body made a sound of thumping and ripening , but the old man was still a little worried.

The so-called big watermelon is easy to soak, which means that if the watermelon is too big, there will be empty space in the middle. Nowadays, it is difficult for people to think that there will be no empty space in such a large watermelon.

Cang Hai smiled and said, "Who knows, it's the first time I've planted melons, and it's not like everyone doesn't know about it. No matter what, you'll know when you cut it up. At that time, half of each family will have enough melons."

"Haiwazi, then cut it open and have a look!"

Yan Meijuan couldn't bear it at this moment, thinking how much this watermelon would cost in the market.At this time, watermelons haven’t been on the market in large quantities, so the price of melons on the market is also expensive. Even the cheapest watermelons in small towns cost more than three yuan a catty. Two 300 yuan, two 300 yuan for a melon, let alone Yan Meijuan, is also very attractive to other people.

After hearing this, Cang Hai turned around and took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen, and stood next to the cart again.

Seeing Cang Hai's movements, everyone stretched their heads.

Cang Hai was about to cut melons. Hu Shijie stretched out his hand and patted a very unremarkable round melon on the cart. This melon looked like a watermelon, and it was not small in size, about fifteen or six catties. , Putting it on a melon like this is pretty good, but it looks very inconspicuous in front of these big long watermelons.

"Is this melon grown in the same field?" Hu Shijie asked.

Pingan replied: "Master, yes, it grows in the same field, the melon you photographed and this one are still on the same vine."

While saying Ping An, he reached out and patted a long melon on the cart.

Cang Hai put the knife on the melon rind, and pressed the knife into the melon rind, although he didn't press it in all of a sudden, and then pressed the back of the knife with one hand, using both hands until the weight of the whole body was borrowed Only then did the knife press into the melon rind.

"What a firm melon!"

Everyone said after seeing Cang Hai cutting melons.

Ordinary watermelons only need to cut a slit, and the melon will split in the direction of the force with a knife, but this melon is different. Even if Cang Hai pressed the knife into the melon skin, it would still be like It's like cutting into the trunk with a knife, you can't get in, even if you want to get the knife out, it takes a little effort.

“The skin of this melon is too thick”

Someone in the crowd lamented that for a watermelon, thick skin is not a good selling point.

"If the skin of such a big melon is not thick, it will not be broken."

There is still a little truth in what someone is saying.

Cang Hai had already pulled out the knife at this time, and at the same time signaled everyone to stand outside, farther away from him. He was going to use the knife to cut directly at the edge of the knife he had cut, and cut the whole melon open.

Seeing that everyone backed away, Cang Hailun raised his knife and directly slashed at the cut edge. After the knife was pulled out, everyone saw the red soil inside the watermelon, and then looked at the cut surface of the melon skin. It is about five or six centimeters thick, and such a melon rind is indeed too thick.

Seeing such a thick melon rind, the faces of the folks in the village suddenly became a little ugly, because people who buy watermelons eat melon soil, who would eat the melon rind, the thick rind of this melon will definitely affect the price. People here are not stupid, is it more cost-effective to buy thick-skinned or thin-skinned melons for the same melon?
Seeing the melon soil, the villagers who were originally enthusiastic about seeing the big watermelon now calm down a little.

Cang Hai didn't know the psychological changes of the villagers. He was concentrating on chopping melons at this time. He Pingan turned the watermelon around, moved the part that hadn't been cut to the top, and then chopped it up one by one.

It took almost 3 minutes before the knife edge made a full circle on the melon. With the force of Cang Hai and Pingan, the whole long watermelon was immediately split into two, and under the green skin was a thick white melon. After the skin, the white melon skin is the bright red watermelon soil.Although the watermelon is big, there is no trace of bubbling in the melon soil. Not only is there no trace of bubbling, but the bright red melon soil also has a rustling feeling, like countless small, invisible bright red gemstones condensed together The same, especially when the sun shines on the red melon soil, the light passes through some of the melon soil to form a small brilliance.

"The flesh of this melon grows well!"

A group of people around praised it again.

Unexpectedly, cutting a melon would be so strenuous, Cang Hai said to Ping An and the people around him, "It's not easy to cut this melon on a cart now, let's take it to the kitchen, I happen to have a bone saw over there, use that to cut it It's just right, if you really want to cut your hand with a knife, you can cut it sour."

"That's fine! Just carry the melon over there," Hu Shijie said.

Ping An hugged half, Cang Hai hugged half, and the knife in Cang Hai's hand was transferred to Shi Wei's hand at this moment.

The watermelon weighed tens of kilograms and had a smooth skin, so it was a little tiring to hold it. Fortunately, the distance was not long, only about ten meters away, so the two quickly carried the watermelon to the kitchen. small table.

Cang Hai took out the bone saw from under the kitchen cabinet. This tool is used by western food chefs. When Cang Hai bought it, he really didn't expect to be able to use it one day.

He opened the leather case covering the bone saw, took out the bone saw and washed it next to the sink, and then Cang Hai began to saw the watermelon.

Hearing the name: Bone Saw, you will know what this thing is for. No matter how thick the watermelon skin is, it will not be as hard as the bones, so the bone saw saw the watermelon really smoothly, and soon half of the watermelon was divided into two by Cang Hai. slices, then two slices turned into four slices, and finally became a fan of watermelon petals.

"Try it, everyone, if it's not enough, wait for me to cut it!" Cang Hai said to everyone.

"This is a seedless melon. It doesn't grow seeds. It doesn't even have those faded small seeds." Li Liren looked at the watermelon petals on the table, took a piece, and said carefully.

Seedless melons are nothing new now, but no matter how seedless they are, you can see undeveloped melon seeds in the melon soil, but the melons grown in Canghai have no seeds at all, as if there were never any seeds in the melons. Like long seeds.

When Li Licheng said this, everyone immediately looked at the melon in their hands.

Only Ping An didn't think so much, he picked up a piece of watermelon, opened his mouth wide, bit off a large piece of melon soil, and chewed it.

Like Pingan, there is also Tietou, who doesn't care if the melon has seeds or not, squatting down with a piece of melon in his hands, and gnaws happily.

Seeing that Tietou was eating so happily, Hutou was very curious. He stood beside Tietou and licked the watermelon in Tietou's hand. After taking a sip, he seemed to think the taste was good, so he stuck out his tongue and licked again. .

After the second lick, the tiger head stopped licking, but stretched out its mouth and gnawed the edges and corners of the watermelon slices.

"Well, it's delicious, it's delicious!"

Ping An finished two or three mouthfuls, stretched out his hand to wipe the watermelon juice from the corner of his mouth, and then said to everyone.

Hearing what Ping An said, everyone lifted the slices of watermelon to their mouths one after another. Some took small sips, while others began to taste it.

(End of this chapter)