In the hall, the old village chief and Chen Jianhe were there, as well as a few more prestigious elders in the village.
Song Yueliang took stock of the environment when he walked in.
In adobe houses in rural areas, the wall paint painted on the walls has turned grayish white due to age.
There are old wooden benches placed against the left and right walls, each of which can seat seven or eight people.
At the end of the main room is a peeled red lacquer Eight Immortals table, with thermos bottles, enamel cups and other items placed on it.
Portraits of great men hang on the wall above the table, with couplets from the previous Spring Festival pasted on both sides.
Nothing else.
She looked away without leaving any trace, and at this time the old village chief brought over an enamel tray. On it were slices of sliced watermelon, with beautiful color and attractive melon aroma.
Seduced by the aroma, and feeling hot and thirsty after being outside in the sun for a while, Dong Wangshu stopped being polite and picked up a piece of watermelon to taste.
After the melon meat entered his mouth, Dong Wangshu's eyes widened in surprise, "Oh! It's so sweet! It produces fluid and quenches thirst!"
She immediately recommended it to Song Yueliang, "Yueyue, try it quickly. It's really delicious. After one bite, the heat will dissipate from your body!"
After hearing this, Song Yueliang also took a piece of watermelon, and her expression changed after eating it.
The taste was completely different from what she had eaten more than ten days ago, far beyond her expectations.
It can even be said that this taste is the best in the entire market.
She originally planned to win with Taoxi Village's watermelons after putting them on the market, but she didn't expect that Taoxi Village would bring her such a big surprise.
You can make money by winning with packaging ideas, but it is also easy to be imitated.
But if the melon itself is of high quality, it will be different.
The taste and texture of a good melon cannot be imitated.
"It's indeed delicious." Song Yueliang said without hesitation in praising, "I'm very glad to be able to cooperate with you."
The old village chief and others had been nervously looking forward to their comments, but now that they both praised them, they relaxed and smiled broadly.
"To be honest with Boss Dong and Boss Song, this is actually the first time our village has grown such delicious watermelons." The old village leader, with his white hair and a face full of ravines, had a simple smile, "My heart has only grown now.
Now that it has finally been implemented, I finally deserve my trust in you."
Chen Jianhe also smiled and said, "It is indeed the first time. But I have a hunch that our village is different from before, and the things we grow in the future may get better and better!"
Although the other old people didn't say anything, it was clear from their expressions that they were happy, and their smiling eyes were full of hope.
"It will definitely get better and better. Let's just say that your watermelon was just mediocre a dozen days ago. Who would have thought that it would be so amazing a dozen days later?" Dong Wangshu's voice was garbled, and the melon meat in his mouth had not yet been swallowed.
, then reached for a piece of watermelon, "I can't stop eating!"
The hall was filled with laughter for a moment.
Dong Wangshu thought for a moment and then said, "Village Chief, I just saw at the entrance of the village that a lot of land in your village is vacant. You can consider planting it."
The hall fell silent.
The old village chief and Chen Jianhe looked at each other and both understood the hidden meaning in these words.
The old village chief suppressed his excitement and said tentatively, "If all the wasteland in our village is planted, there will be a lot more fruits and vegetables next year."
While speaking, he subconsciously glanced at Song Yueliang.
For some reason, the Chengxi Wholesale Market clearly belonged to the Dong family, but he subconsciously believed that the person behind the deal in their village was Song Yueliang.
"I'll accept whatever it takes!" This time Dong Wangshu didn't need Song Yueliang to express his position, but made a promise first.
Although she only cares about eating, drinking and having fun and does not care about business, she is not a fool. This taste will definitely make her crazy money.
Coupled with the fact that Yueyue was on hand to advise her, it would be twice as much money!
Who doesn’t love money anymore?
Song Yueliang also nodded at this time and said, "No matter how many of these watermelons you plant next year, we will harvest them. In addition to watermelons and sweet potatoes, if there are other large quantities of fruits and vegetables, you can also bring them over."
As soon as she finished speaking, several old people couldn't sit still. The old village chief even stood up and walked back and forth excitedly, saying repeatedly, "Okay, okay, okay!"
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This meal at the old village chief's house was a feast for all the guests.
The people of Taoxi Village see that the future is getting brighter and brighter.
Dong Wangshu found a way to make money.
The children got a big bowl of meat.
The only time I want to eat such sumptuous meals is during the Chinese New Year.
Goudan and Huazi competed with each other, and Qiqi also ate the first chicken drumstick in her life.
When the little kid got the chicken legs, his eyes were bright and his face was flushed with joy.
Song Yueliang couldn't help but move her eyes to the baby. She thought the baby would eat up the chicken legs immediately.
Unexpectedly, the baby tore off the chicken leg meat piece by piece, and then put it into the bowl of the gray-haired old woman, "Mother-in-law, this meat has no bones, it is very easy to bite."
When the old woman was about to stuff the chicken leg meat back to her, the baby showed his millet teeth and said, "My teeth are white and hard, and I can chew bones very well."
The adults laughed in good faith and gave the baby a fragrant chicken drumstick.
At that moment, Song Yueliang felt jealous, which was ridiculous.
"Aunt Song, are you still busy after dinner?" Suddenly, the little boy asked in a low voice.
Song Yueliang looked sideways, "What's wrong?"
"I'll take you to my house to pick loquats!" The kid smiled sweetly with his eyes bent, "They're so sweet. My mother-in-law said that if my aunt likes to eat them, just pick them back."
Song Yueliang curled her lips, "Okay, Qiqi will take me to pick some sweet loquats later."
She glanced at the old woman sitting on the other side looking at her baby lovingly, and the absurd jealousy in her heart suddenly disappeared.
The reason why the baby can say the word "my family" so naturally must be because her mother-in-law treats her very well and she recognizes that "home".
Taoxi Village is not big, and most of the villagers' houses are concentrated on both sides of the road.
The old village chief's house is located next to a gentle slope on the main road. Walk down the slope for five minutes, enter the path on the right and turn two corners to reach Zhang Xifeng's house.
A very dilapidated small courtyard with a fence, located at a fork in the trail.
Inside is a small adobe house with mottled walls and weathered weather everywhere.
However, the yard was kept very clean, and farm tools and items were neatly placed inside. In the corner of the yard was a loquat tree with lush foliage, dotted with yellow fruits.
Full of life.
Amidst the sound of pigs squealing and humming, Qiqi opened the fence gate and took the two aunts in.
"The little piglets know I'm back and are greeting me." Qiqi said about the little piglets at home, feeling quite proud, "They really like me, and they can finish the piglets I feed them every time."
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"What about what your mother-in-law fed?" Dong Wangshu deliberately joked.
Qiqi sighed, "They are picky eaters."
Dong Wangshu paused, then bent over with a smile.
Even Song Yueliang couldn't help laughing and laughed softly.