slack farmer in the wasteland

Chapter 390
On the low and gentle slope, there are green melon vines that can't be seen at a glance, and huge green watermelons are lying in the melon like a big green wild boar, which is very high above the melon vines and is very recognizable.

Except for Cang Hai's family, all the villagers had arrived, and they all looked at the big green watermelons all over the ground with happy faces, and couldn't close their mouths step by step. Everyone knew that just looking at the appearance of this watermelon was a big harvest.

Not only the young and old in the village came, but also the bears and wild boars that lived around. Five or six bears were circling around the melon field. In the corner about 100 meters away from the bears, there were several groups of wild boars, big and small. The huddled together, they also seem to smell the ripe watermelon, come to see if they can have a meal.

A small red flag was planted next to Hu Shijie and Miao Zhengwei. Although they were not imposing, they both had satisfied smiles on their faces.

"Old Director Hu, what do you say?" Miao Zhengchuan turned to Hu Shijie and asked.

Hu Shijie waved his hand: "Forget it, just say a few words, let's hurry up and chop melons!"

"okay!"

Miao Zhengwei took a small step forward, put his hands together in front of his mouth, and said loudly: "I announce that this year's melon harvesting season has officially started! Let's do it!"

Hearing Miao Zhengwei's words, a group of old and young masters couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed the sickle in their hands and aimed at the first field.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Pat the melon first, and when you hear the slightly dull sound of the melon, it means that the melon is ripe. Take a sickle and cut it one foot from the seedling of the ripe melon. After a few cuts, the watermelon will be separated from the vine. The big watermelon was picked just like that.

It is impossible to expect more than one of the watermelons planted together. Often when one is ripe, the rest of the melons are also ripe.

It is not enough to pick the watermelon from the vine. Each watermelon weighs more than 100 kilograms, and the heaviest can be [-] to [-]. Standing up is almost as tall as an adult. It is expected to be held by one person. Totally unrealistic.It can only be rolled down gently along the slope. After rolling to the side, only people pile up the watermelons. After inspection, they get them on a cart and transport them back to the village, and then change cars to transport them to the factory.

When everyone was busy working happily, one of them was particularly conspicuous, and that was Hu Lai'an. This kid dawdled around with the sickle in his hand and didn't cut off a melon vine. Li Wan who was watching He frowned secretly.Li Wan just frowned, he was too busy with his own affairs now, so he was not interested in taking care of Hu Laian, a lazy bastard.

After a while, dozens of watermelons rolled down and piled up together, forming a pile of watermelon hills under the shade of the trees.

Akio Matsuda took a few Japanese with a tester like a square box in his hand, took the juice from the melon vine and waited for the number on the instrument to come out. At the same time, a label was printed under the instrument. Then put such a label on the watermelon.

Miao Zhengwei and Hu Shijie each rolled down a melon, and while drinking water, they asked Akio Matsuda, "How is it?"

Akio Matsuda showed them the value on the watermelon: "Mr. Wei's melon is of good quality, half a grade lower than the melon produced in Canghai last year, this one is slightly worse, and half a grade worse than this melon. grade……".

"No way?" Miao Zhengwei was a little dissatisfied. He felt that this lazy guy like Cang Hai was almost infested with insects. How could the melons he grew be of higher quality than the villagers?
Akio Matsuda said: "Our data will not be wrong. We have tested the melons of Cang Hai's family last night, and they are within the same level as last season. The fluctuation of the number will not exceed [-]. But the folks planted The quality of the melons is a bit big. The quality of this pile of melons is good, and the quality of that pile is not bad. The outermost pile is not good. Not only the quality of the melons is bad, but also the weight is too bad. We can't have such melons."

Miao Zhengwei and Hu Shijie followed Matsuda Akio for a few melon piles, and found that the watermelon in the last melon pile was obviously smaller than the next melon pile. It would be fine if it was a circle or two smaller, but this melon pile was directly missing. More than half, two melons are piled together, that pile of melons looks like a grandfather, and this pile of melons looks like a grandson.

Hu Shijie couldn't help frowning when he saw this melon, because this melon was planted by his grandson Lai'an.

"You don't want this melon anymore?" Hu Shijie wanted to win for his grandson, but no matter what he said, his grandson had done his best, so let's sell some money if he can.

Akio Matsuda reached out and took out the instrument, gently picked up the melon stem, squeezed out a little water drop on the instrument, then shook it a few times, and put the value of the instrument in front of Hu Shijie's eyes.

Hu Shijie took a look, and found that the value was only five, and it was always a value of seven or eight, but when it came to his grandson, a five came directly?

If it wasn't for Hu Shijie who wanted to help his second grandson, he wouldn't be able to open his mouth anymore, the numerical difference was too great.

Matsuda Akio glanced at Lai'an who was lazy, and pointed it out with a smile: "You need to push him a bit more, if he keeps planting watermelons like this, it will be a waste of land!"

Hu Shijie did not respond with a sullen face.

"At Wei Wenkui's house, there are eight first-class melons, fifteen melons with an excellent grade of 22 or above, and [-] melons from [-] to [-]..." A Japanese man over there read aloud the first batch of watermelon harvest, Except for a few poor grades below [-], most of the melons are in the good grade, and it is not a bad grade to have [-] excellent melons.

The four members of Wei Wenkui's family were smiling and thinking about how much money the four of them could get from this pile of melons, and how much each of them would get.

"Over the scale?"

Wei Wenkui nodded. There were a few workers from the factory over there to help, directly weighed the watermelons one by one, and then wrote down the weight of each melon under Wei Wenkui's watchful eye, and then continuously added and accumulated.

Wei Wenkui saw that a few low-grade melons had been weighed at the end, so he stretched out his hand to stop the worker: "Don't weigh this melon, I'll see what the low-grade melons look like. Changsheng brings the melon saw!"

After hearing this, Wei Changsheng immediately responded happily, turned around and ran back to the village, preparing to take out the big saw at home.

A melon was left without weighing, and the staff in the factory went to the melon pile below, and began to scan the original pasted code on the watermelon, and soon the grading of each watermelon was calculated, Cang Shiyuan Home, ten first-class melons, ten excellent-grade melons, fifteen good-grade melons... four medium-grade melons! "

Third uncle Cang Shiyuan's melons were almost half less than Wei Changsheng's, but fortunately there were quite a lot of good quality melons.This is something that can’t be helped. There are four people in the family, and Cang Shiyuan’s family has only two people. The cultivated area is different, and the number of melons is naturally different.

After waiting for the heavy weight, Cang Shiyuan smiled and left a middle-grade watermelon, but he didn't plan to eat it himself, but pushed it directly to the open space next to him, and then pushed the middle-grade watermelon to the slope. In the pile of bears below.

A group of bears had already smelled the smell of melons, and they had stood by the side for a long time. Now that they saw the watermelon rolling down, they immediately ran towards the watermelon in high spirits.

A few big bears cut off the rolling watermelon with their chubby bodies, and then opened their mouths to feast on it.

It's just that everyone worked together to gnaw for a long time, and the watermelon rind was not broken, but a series of marks were plowed on the melon rind.

A group of bears began to get anxious, and finally the strongest bear couldn't bear it anymore, stood up straight up, raised its two front paws, stood on the watermelon, and then slammed into the middle of the watermelon waist.

Boom!Boom!
The sound of the bear pressing the watermelon is like hitting a big drum, which is very loud.

The strength of a bear cannot be supported by a watermelon. It can directly crack people's brains. The big bear pressed it down ten times, and the watermelon cracked. After a few more blows, the whole watermelon finally Unable to bear the force, it suddenly cracked into four or five pieces.The big bear standing on the watermelon also fell to the ground.

All the surrounding bears rushed over immediately, the weak ones grabbed a piece of watermelon and walked away, while the strong ones opened their mouths directly next to the melon and gnawed large pieces of melon flesh.

The wild boars also smelled the smell at this time, but they still resisted the temptation of food, and left these violent bears far away, watching the watermelon meat shrinking little by little, and the melon rind was thrown everywhere by a group of bears .

Starting from Cang Shiyuan's side, each family took out a medium-grade watermelon, piled it down the slope and fed it to the bears. A group of bears were overjoyed.

After eating a few watermelons, the bears seemed to be full. One by one, they lazily ran to the stream to take a shower. When they landed, they shook off the water droplets on their bodies, and then searched for them near the melon fields. A cooler shade crouched down.

The bear swept the watermelon, leaving a lot of melon rinds. After leaving, the wild boars with their mouths came over. For them, the watermelon soil is not edible, but the watermelon rind is also delicious. Seeing the bears leave, a few litters The wild boar began to clean up the battlefield, and the place where melon rinds were thrown in a mess, gradually began to clean up again.

Sometimes nature is so wonderful, there are bears that eat the delicious parts, and there are wild boars that sweep up the leftovers, even if it is a watermelon that falls into the grass, it is estimated that it will be eaten by ants and the like, in short, it will not There is a little left.

Knowing that he was famous, he came to the side of a melon field planted by Hu Laian. Seeing that the melons here were almost half smaller than those in other homes, the staff couldn't help asking: "How did this melon grow?"

Four to fifty catties of melons look good outside, but where is Sijiaping? Sijiaping watermelon is a variety of large melons. It is really rare to grow such a small melon.

Although the melons are small, the staff still scanned all the labels on the melons, and finally came to the result that the most outstanding melons were just two intermediate-grade melons. As for the money?Ha ha, the staff would rather not, after this kind of melon is on the machine, it is a waste of everyone's time.

"Hu Lai'an, two intermediate grades!" The staff member shouted.

Hu Shijie, who was standing with Miao Zhengwei, felt very shameless and embarrassed.

Miao Zhengwei smiled and said consolingly: "It would be good if you can realize your shame and be brave, so don't take it to heart."

Hu Shijie waved his hand: "I'm not so fragile, I just feel that Ping An and Lai'an are two boys, the one who is stupid makes people feel distressed, and the other who is idle makes people outrageous!"

Miao Zhengwei understood in his heart that the first child gave birth to a child with mental retardation, so it is natural to love a more normal child more. It is also reasonable to love a normal child too much and turn a normal child into a waste among things.

"I don't accept it. Why do they take it away? It's just my melon that no one wants!" Hu Laian was anxious. He originally wanted to be lazy. It is understandable to think that I am more lazy, even if I get less income in the end.

But now this result has shattered his wishful thinking all at once. This is less income, it means no income, okay? It is calculated according to how many watermelons you harvested, and he calculates according to the number of acres planted. Just these two medium-sized melons are not enough for the authorized fraction.

"Your melon is unqualified, look at what you have grown, and you have the face to say it?" Hu Shijie pointed at Hu Laian and roared.

(End of this chapter)