Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 114
Old Liang's face turned green when he saw the handful of banknotes in Wan Feng's hand. He didn't understand which brat had so much money.

"Are you selling it or not? If you don't sell it, I can leave."

Of course the old Liangtou sold it. If you have money, don’t you be a bastard!

Old Liangtou turned around and went into the garden to pick three melons.

Use a small knife to peel off the skin of the melon, bring it to your mouth and take a bite.

The first is crisp, with a slight click sound at the entrance of the melon meat, and the second is sweet, very sweet!This is the natural sweetness that is fundamentally different from the cantaloupe with saccharine in it that Wanfeng ate in the previous life.

It was still raining.

After the rain, the sweetness of fruits and melons on trees or without melon seedlings will be greatly affected, and the sweetness of some fruits will temporarily disappear and become saucy and tasteless.

The melons that Lao Liangtou has been planting all his life are really not covered. The melons are so sweet after the rain. If it doesn't rain, will it make your teeth sweet?
The last advantage of his melon is that it has less seeds and more flesh.

Among the melons, the melons grown by Lao Liangtou are definitely the best.

Wan Feng Ka Ka killed two of them in a row, but he couldn't eat the last one anymore.

"How much is a pound?"

"Three points."

"Ah! So expensive! Old man, don't you think I'm a child bullying me because I don't know how to count?"

Old Liangtou snorted coldly: "This is the garden price. I sell it for five cents at the market."

The price is very reasonable, the old man did not lie, and the fruit was only about five cents a catty at that time.

"Pick me the one with [-] cents, pick the good ones." While speaking, he threw out [-] cents.

Old Liangtou turned around and went into the garden, picked more than a dozen melons, and called them by weighing.

"These are seven catties of melons. I'll give you twenty cents."

How did you take it home without even a plastic bag?

Wan Feng thought for a while, took off his clothes, tied the two sleeves together, and put the cantaloupe inside.

"Old man, how many melons can you produce in this melon field?" Wan Feng didn't leave but broke the idle story.

"A few thousand catties."

"Ah! Damn it, you sell it for five cents a catty, old man, you earn hundreds of dollars this year! You local tyrant!"

"It's not so exaggerated. I can sell these melons for more than 1000 catties in one season."

"What about the rest?"

"It's all rotten!"

I go, what a waste!This old man is determined not to sell you so much why?
"Old man, I'm going to buy some melons from you and sell them. You can give me a preferential price."

"Huh? You want to sell melons?"

"Why don't you think I don't look like me?" Wan Feng asked back.

"Of course not. You don't look like a melon seller."

"Old man! I'm not joking with you, I'm serious, I'll come to pick up the goods tomorrow morning."

Old Liangtou saw that Wan Feng didn't seem to be joking: "Are you really going to sell melons?"

"I'm doing a good deed to help you share your worries. You have to give me the best price."

"There is no discount, the park price is three points."

"I'll spend three cents to earn two cents. Am I too busy to do anything? Anyway, you can't sell melons yourself. If I help you sell some, it's equivalent to making extra money. You should calculate the inside of it carefully." account."

Old Liang thought for a while: "Two cents a catty can't be less."

"Five for one cent! I can help you sell at least one hundred catties a day, until the melons are gone. How about it?"

It takes only half a month and 20 days for a crop of melons to grow from the opening of the garden to the potting to the lower shoots. This summer vacation can be regarded as a new way of making money for him.

Old Liangtou thought for a minute and said helplessly: "You little devil, you are sure that if I don't sell my melons, they will only rot. Bullying my old man has greatly broken his conscience."

"Old man! This is a win-win situation for us. At least you can sell more than ten yuan for this crop of melons, and I can also earn 32 yuan. Isn't that what everyone is happy about? How can you say that I bully you? Give me some more melons."

"What! I don't count the money for the two you ate or the one you didn't eat, and you still want to take advantage of my old man?"

"Don't be so stingy, it's a good word to say willingly, and there's no gain in not giving up."

Angrily, Old Liang went into the yard to pick a few more melons, and threw them in front of Wan Feng angrily.

"Old man! If the weather is fine tomorrow, I'll come at 06:30 in the morning. You can give me sixty catties first. It's better. Don't fool me with cats and dogs. Let's go."

Wan Feng picked up the clothes full of melons, put them on his shoulders and walked north.

It took more than ten minutes for Wan Feng to wander down the mountain to his grandma's house. It was already around four o'clock in the afternoon.

Grandma let out a series of sighs when she heard that the cantaloupe was bought: "It's a pity that the money is too much. Buying cantaloupe to eat, you are a prodigal, your mother will beat you here."

Of course, Wan Feng couldn't refute his grandma's words, he just smiled and found two long baskets from his grandma's mansion.

It is the kind of basket that is oval in shape.

The basket is covered with dust and cobwebs, and it has not been used for an unknown amount of time.

These things are all made of wicker and cannot be washed with water, so Wan Feng wiped them tirelessly with a rag until my uncle and aunt were off work.

"What did you take it out for?" Zhu Ping asked strangely.

"Doing business."

"What are you messing with again?" Zhu Ping squatted down beside Wan Feng.

"Want to know?"

"Of course!" Zhu Ping admired this nephew from the bottom of his heart, so he was interested in knowing what Wan Feng was up to.

"Wipe that basket clean for me if you want to know."

"What! Tell your uncle to do something? Hey, hey! I'm your uncle." Zhu Ping quit.

"What's wrong with uncle, do you want to do it? If you don't do it, I'll tell you."

"Young teacher's nephew." Having said that, Zhu Ping picked up a slightly damp rag and began to wipe the other basket.

After more than ten minutes of labor, the nephew and uncle finally wiped the pair of baskets like new ones.

"Now tell me what you are going to do with this basket."

"Sell something."

"what's that?"

"Don't tell you."

Zhu Ping rolled his eyes, thinking that his work was for nothing.

At this time, grandpa also came back from work, and it was time to eat.

The staple food for dinner is corn porridge, and the dish is potatoes stewed with beans.

After the meal, grandma brought out a basin of washed melons and put them heavily on the dining table.

"Where did it come from?" Zhu Ping asked.

"Bought by a prodigal son." Grandma said angrily.

Zhu Ping didn't care who was the prodigal son, he just picked up one and ate it.

Bite down and exclaim: "Old Liangtou's melon!"

Fuck!Laoliangtou's melon is so famous, my uncle knew it was Laoliangtou's melon as soon as he took a bite.

"Hey! Uncle, tell me the truth, how many times have you stolen old Liang's melons?"

As soon as this question came up, Zhu Ping laughed: "Haha! I seem to have stolen it a few times before, but I haven't stolen it once in the past few years, really!"

Really shit, I'd believe that's weird.

(End of this chapter)