"I asked, do you want to have a boyfriend? I have many classmates who are in good condition."
As the car drove along, Xin Jun also joked.
Faced with this question, Song Tan still responded with the same snake oil: "Let's talk, how many alternatives are there? I'll call the rice harvesters over in a while, and I'll see who is the most suitable for me."
Xin Jun:......
Are you looking at who is suitable for you? Rather, who is suitable for your rice field? In two months, do you have to see who is suitable for Taolin?
"Well, I'm asking for nothing. Among my classmates, if nothing else, none of them can cut rice."
So he quickly changed the topic:
"When it comes time to plant the second crop of rice, should I plow the fields and transplant the rice again? Or should I keep the straw and grow rice directly?"
The so-called "rice grandson" is a rural slang from Xin Jun's hometown - when harvesting rice, long straw is left in the field, and then the field is continuously watered and fertilized. The second crop of rice will grow back along the original straw.
The advantage is that it is convenient and labor-saving, but the disadvantage is that the yield is only half of the original at most, so it is suitable for those who do not have enough time to plant the second crop of rice.
Song Tan shook his head.
She planted the rice seedlings several months earlier this year in order to have enough yield for the second crop of rice.
"That won't work."
"If you plant it that way, it won't be enough to eat - our family's appetite is too big. So we have to plant it again in two days. When the seedlings grow, we will officially cut the rice."
The rice in the field is now green and yellow, and is not far from maturity.
When it comes to food intake, Xin Sanwan is embarrassed to say anything.
Conscience, he really doesn’t have such a good appetite at home!
It must be that teaching Qiaoqiao every day is too taxing - he can't eat it.
…
The pickup truck drove steadily and stopped at the vegetable market just in time for everyone to get off work.
As soon as Song Tan got off the bus, a large group of people gathered around him!
But the person who rushed over first turned out to be someone from the police station in the nearby jurisdiction. He stretched out his hand and opened his palm——
"You want 5?" Song Tan was curious.
"No!" The young man from the opposite side ran all the way over. He was still breathing, but he didn't hesitate: "I want fifty!"
Outrageous!!!
The aunt behind me is not happy at first!
There are only one to two hundred melons in this cart. If you open your mouth and ask for 50, don't you care about the melons of the masses?
Besides, melons are so expensive, why do you need so many?
Feeling the death rays around him, the young policeman was helpless: "There are only seven or eight people in our station alone..."
Who doesn’t have relatives, friends, parents, and daughters-in-law? It’s not even enough for one person to bring 5 home!
Song Tan also sighed: "Why don't you make an appointment on the mini program first? I didn't even prepare."
The young man was also very sad: "You only have 150 mini programs on the shelves, and they were gone before I could grab them."
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Song Tan:...misstep.
Originally, fifty were reserved for individual customers. After all, these watermelons are expensive, so everyone should be extra cautious when buying them.
But who allowed me to hug two of them last time?
No, it tastes good!
She thought for a while and said, "Well, you guys want too much, and there really isn't any today. Otherwise, I'll try a few here and count them tomorrow, and I'll bring you another cart directly."
"OK!"
The other party was also happy - if he wasn't happy, he wouldn't be able to buy it today! Just look at the vigilance of the people behind him.
So now I was picking and picking from a cart of watermelons, and accurately picked out the 5 biggest ones.
The old aunt behind her felt jealous, and then she took out her order:
"My daughter ordered three, and she wants the biggest one!"
Because each watermelon needs to be weighed, I had the experience of selling watermelons for the first time. Later, these were not priced. Instead, they needed to be ordered in advance, and then delivered according to the reserved quantity.
Now there is no need to repeatedly calculate the price, refund more or make up less. Even if Song Tan sells by herself, the process will go faster.
Everyone is equally happy and heartbroken - the happy thing is that I got a melon again today, and when I go back to nibble on the skin of the melon, I feel it is so nutritious and sweet!
What makes me sad is that this melon is so expensive.
Not to mention anything else, the young man selling watermelons across from the pickup truck only paid two yuan a pound for stone melons!
When watermelons come out in a while, local melons will become cheaper.
"Boss, these melons are now on the market, why don't you lower the price?"
Someone finally couldn't help but ask.
The price of a bite of meat makes my heart tremble!
Song Tan was so honest and helpless: "I would like to lower the price, but the cost is here - just ask me, can the cost of growing my melons be the same as the melons they sell?"
Everyone stopped talking.
Such a delicious melon must be very different. Otherwise, why don’t others grow it? And why would they rather buy the expensive one than the cheap one?
I just hate that I don’t make enough money!
…
The melon sales here are in full swing, and Xin Jun has already neatly selected his mobile phone, and walked to the vegetable market with the box in his hands.
Before everyone could gossip about why there was another young man, Song Tan pointed his hand: "Just in time, the cold drink wholesale shop in front of you wholesales 100 ice creams. You can choose the type yourself. I will transfer the price to you later."
"Okay." Xin Jun felt his scalp numb as he looked at the dense crowd of people, and now he ran into the cold drink shop with numbness.
But at this moment, whether because of the crow's mouth on the road or something else, Wu Qianqian also walked here wearing a pair of slippers.
She originally wanted to wholesale ice cream, because her home was in a community above the vegetable market. It was cooler in the evening, so her mother forced her to go out for a walk and buy cold drinks.
Far away, I saw Song Tan standing next to an old pickup truck, neatly weighing watermelons for others——
She felt happy!
How should I put it? My classmates who were better than me in everything when I was in school are now reduced to selling vegetables and melons in the vegetable market - why doesn't it make people feel superior?
At this moment, she had forgotten the price of wild vegetables before.
Think again about how Song Tan and Xin Jun chose furniture together before...
snort!
It was because old and new grudges were welling up in my heart that I simply took out my phone, took a video in a panic, and then sent it directly to my classmates.
[Look at our class beauty, life is really hard right now. It’s thirty-six to seven degrees outside, she’s selling watermelons in the market, and there’s not even anyone around to help her. She looks so miserable, I feel a little sorry for her.
I feel bad...]
Let’s lay the groundwork first, let’s have some tea talk later——
Wu Qianqian went through this process in her mind.
However, before all the words were typed, a series of exclamation points were already sent out in the group——
【!!!】
[Good boy! I thought Song Tan was good-looking when I was in school, but I didn’t expect that she looks so good-looking now!]
[@武青青: Does she have a boyfriend? Let me introduce you. It’s great for an old classmate to know everything!]
[@武青青, where are you in such a mess? Look at this beautiful woman with ice-cold muscles and jade bones, she doesn’t even shed a drop of sweat!]
【Song Tan is so beautiful, I have nothing left to lose!】