Spatial Farm Life: Raising My Kid, Abusing Scum, and Keeping Busy With Life

  Chapter 20 Selling Watermelons

   "It doesn't matter. Now that I have money, I want to buy a house, and then buy some fields. I will be a well-behaved farmer in the future. I can't be an official, I can only be a farmer. What can I do without farming?"

   "You are still young, you can't just live like this for the rest of your life?"

  At this time, Qiao Mai's eyes flashed, "I thought about it, I will adopt a child in the future and let her take care of me in the old age. I don't dare to marry again. I am really afraid of being rubbed."

   "There are still many good people in the world."

   "Yeah, there are so many good people, I just met you, what about the other good people?"

   "You have to go out and take a look. Look at the people who cheered for you that day. They are all people with conscience. You can't beat everyone to death with one stick."

   "This matter is not urgent, we will talk about it when we meet the right one."

   "Why don't sister be a matchmaker and tell you one?"

   "No, I haven't been in the mood for the past few years."

   "Well, if you want to get married, just tell my sister, and I will promise you a good marriage."

  Qiao Mai nodded with a smile, and after Mrs. Lu took the two daughters away, she went back to the house, sat cross-legged on the kang, and looked at the one thousand and fifty taels of silver in front of her.

  Adding the previous fifty taels, the current assets on the surface are one thousand one hundred taels of silver.

   For a small courtyard like this, it costs two hundred taels or more.

   Although the yard is good, it is not her taste. The house she wants has a large courtyard in front, a large courtyard in the back,

  You can plant flowers and raise grass, practice martial arts, and use it as a square for children to run and play. If it is such a house, the thousand and one hundred taels of silver will definitely not be enough.

  Now the two apprentices are able to leave, and if they don't, she can just point them out.

   Time to free up some hands and do something else.

  There is an open space at the gate of Xiuzhuang, if you do something else, it should be fine.

  There are basically no raw materials in the space, and they are all semi-finished or finished products, such as quick-frozen dumplings, sandwiches, and hamburgers in the freezer, all of which can be eaten after being taken out of the microwave oven.

  Including fish and so on, she ordered ready-made in the restaurant, just for the convenience of eating.

  Instant noodles, ham sausage and the like, they stock up a lot.

  Although there is a copy function in the space, she will not sell these things. After all, these things are new things here, and they are easy to attract the attention of others. Now she has no ability to protect herself.

  She doesn't like attention, it's better to be an ordinary person who is inconspicuous in the crowd.

  Looking at every item in the space, she was worried, and when she came to the refrigerator, it was full of some of her favorite fruits.

  Pitaya, no! There is no such fruit here.

  Apple, no, it’s not in season.

  Pears are no good, and it’s not in season yet. Oranges, cherries, and green mangos are even worse, let alone bananas. Fruits from the south in ancient times couldn’t be transported to the north at all.

  Plums, winter dates and so on are not good. It seems that only watermelon can be sold in this season of May.

   On a hot day, selling watermelons on a beach is not unreasonable, how about setting up a melon stand beside the official road?

  She looked at the watermelons in the freezer with some embarrassment. There were only two watermelons in total, and it took a long time for one to appear. What if I couldn't keep up?

  Her feet rubbed the floor involuntarily, rubbing and rubbing, her eyes looked towards the floor.

  The house was built with the materials she brought in, and the floor was bought and laid by herself. She remembered that when she first entered the space, it was an acre of black soil.

   Does having soil mean you can farm?

  As soon as this idea popped up, she couldn't help getting excited again.

  If this is the case, she ate the watermelon and planted the seeds, wouldn’t she be able to harvest watermelon?

  Since I thought of it, I did it without saying anything, and moved the whole house to the corner with my mind, and all the shelves were double-layered, freeing up nearly half of the space.

  Opened all the paved floors again, looking at the dark ground, she squatted down, dug hard with her hands, and took the black soil under her nose to smell it.

   There is no peculiar smell, it is really earthy.

  I heard that this kind of black soil is the most fertile, so she didn't say anything. She was a doer. She went to the freezer and cut the Qilin melon in half, and took a big spoon to dig it out and eat it.

  Leave the watermelon seeds inside and bury them in the soil one by one. Visually, the land is four quarters in size.

   It seems that the seeds need to be watered, and she takes out a bucket of mineral water in the space. Anyway, the space has the function of copying, and her water will never run out.

  After watering the four quarters of the ground, she held the watermelon in both hands while eating and watching.

  Thinking about going to the beach tomorrow, if someone buys it, she will sell it, and if no one buys it, she will sit by the side and do embroidery work. She can't always sit at home, and be careful to lose touch with society.

   I don’t know when these seeds will germinate and how long it will take to produce watermelons. Anyway, before the watermelons grow, she can only cut the melons and sell them.

  Qiao Mai ate a whole large watermelon before planting four quarters of the land. Her stomach is still full.

  Going back to the freezer and watching the watermelon she ate was copied, she went back to the house with peace of mind and fell asleep with her daughter.

  The next day, she went to the market first, and found that no one was selling watermelons.

  Never mind, there is no one selling watermelons, and it happens that she is the only one.

  Whether others ask or not, she doesn't say anything, anyway, this melon must have been stolen.

  When they came to the embroidery shop, shopkeeper Lu hurriedly got up and pulled her to sit down.

   "Are you willing to come out?"

   "I want to set up a stall in front of the shop? What do you think?"

   "You don't want to be a hawker, do you?"

   "Why not, if you are idle, you are idle, and you should not do embroidery by mistake."

   "What are you selling?"

   "How about watermelon?"

   "Anyone buy it? That stuff is very expensive, only rich people can afford it, how can ordinary people be willing to eat this?"

   "I don't sell whole melons, I sell them separately. People can't afford whole melons. Eat a piece and try the head office. On a hot day, put the watermelon in the well, how cool will it be to quench your thirst?"

   Shopkeeper Lu thought of the sandy and sweet watermelon, so he swallowed and said.

"Let me tell you, I have seen this watermelon in Fucheng, and I have eaten it at my friend's place. It is usually a hundred yuan a catty. A watermelon is worth ten catties, and it is worth one or two. How many portions do you divide up?" ?”

   "Cut it into smaller pieces, a piece sells for fifty cents,"

   "Then what about you buying melon money from other vendors?"

   "It's expensive to sell from rich people, but it's definitely not expensive to sell mine. This is called small profits but quick turnover."

   "What if it can't be sold?"

   "The few of us ate it, I'll think of another way."

  Business Manager Lu saw that he couldn't persuade her, so he could only sigh, "Okay, sister doesn't care about you, you can do as much as you like, anyway, you are rich now."

   "My sister will prepare a long table and a chair for me, and then I will go to the county town and buy some melons, and I will start setting up a stall tomorrow."

   "Okay, big deal, let's eat by ourselves."

   "Haha, don't worry, after earning so much money, it's still affordable to lose a few watermelons."

The next day, Qiao Mai played with his daughter in the space for a while, put the child to sleep, and arrived at the Xiuzhuang with a big basket after three days. on the side of the road.

  The sun was very strong at this time, and the passers-by kept shouting that it was hot.

Qiao Mai took out a watermelon from the basket and placed it on the long table. He took out a clean cloth from the basket and wiped the watermelon clean. Then he took out a kitchen knife and cut the watermelon in half. come out.

   "Sixteen pieces were cut, come, sister, you take three pieces, and share with Xin'er and the others."

   Shopkeeper Lu swallowed his saliva as he looked at the watermelon with green skin and red flesh.

   "Then take your light, my child and I will try it first."

  Qiao Mai stuffed three pieces of watermelon into her hand, and shopkeeper Lu took the watermelon, feeling very comfortable.

   "Is it really cool?"

   "Hurry up and take it back, the coolness will disappear after a while."

   Shopkeeper Lu hurried back to the shop with the watermelon in his hand, Qiao Mai cleared his throat, and the role of the peddler immediately got on his body.

   "Watermelon, watermelon, sweet, juicy and refreshing watermelon for sale!"

   "Watermelon, watermelon, ice cold watermelon for sale!"

  (end of this chapter)