At 12 o'clock at noon, Fuwang Farm's online mall put 10,000 kilograms of winter melons on the shelves on time. Based on the experience of the sudden launch of winter melons yesterday, there were many people waiting this time, and they were sold out in less than ten seconds.
On the wall of Xujiayuan, the sound of cutting winter melons can be heard one after another. When you get tired of cutting, you change to another one.
Xu Fuqiang sharpened his kitchen knives with a whetstone early in the morning. He used two large kitchen knives and two wooden boards in two shifts.
Huo Fengyan was going abroad to discuss matters. The flight took more than ten hours. Before boarding the plane, he sent a video call to Xu Qingzhi in the waiting room.
Then I saw two old men chopping winter melon with kitchen knives.
And, the more I look at it, the more familiar it becomes.
Before he could take a closer look, the camera image had changed to Xu Qingzhi's face.
Xu Qingzhi's previous mobile phone camera was turned backwards by default. He just clicked it and turned it back.
Huo Fengyan reported his itinerary in advance.
"There are still fifteen minutes left to get on the plane. The flight this time is a bit long. It will take twelve hours. I will send you a message when I land."
"Have a good trip." Xu Qingzhi looked at the bruises under his eyelids, "Get more rest and pay attention to your health."
"Hmm, I just saw grandpa and Chairman Dong cutting winter melon?"
Xu Qingzhi smiled and said: "The two of them are competing to see who can cut more winter melons."
The video screen flipped again, and Xu Qingzhi took a few steps closer.
Huo Fengyan clearly saw two old men chopping winter melons in the courtyard, one was his grandfather and the other was the president of the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce.
If this scene were filmed, it would probably shock many people in Kyoto.
After hanging up the video, Xu Qingzhi went to the back mountain to pick strawberries. The lottery list came out yesterday. When I saw it, the phone number and address information had been submitted in the background.
I happened to be sending out a courier package today.
The new variety of strawberries that had been stimulated by spiritual energy also grew. As expected, they were as big as before. She couldn't help but taste one. It tasted delicious, but compared to the strawberries that grew naturally, the taste was still a bit different.
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After picking a basket of strawberries, she would wrap them in bubble wrap and put them in a hard-shell plastic package.
Strawberries are particularly delicate and are easily damaged during express transportation, so they must be packed well.
Since there are a lot of winter melons at home, Xu Qingzhi has already placed an order online for a customized automatic vegetable cutting machine. This machine is quite smart and can cut it according to the weight he wants. The machine will arrive tomorrow.
The main thing is that there are a lot of pumpkins, which are usually eaten by pigs. Nowadays, some pumpkins have to be sold, otherwise they will rot in the ground.
Cutting melons purely manually is really a waste of time.
In the evening, all the dishes were taken away by large delivery trucks.
She also sent one hundred jars of chrysanthemums to Kyoto in advance. In addition to the one hundred jars, she put five more jars in the cardboard box.
Ms. Wang is busy in the kitchen, and there is still a while before dinner.
Xu Qingzhi made two cups of tea for the two old men and lay down on the recliner.
It gets dark early in winter, especially in rural areas. The sky is now blue-black outside, and the moon has made a shadow in the sky early, partially blocked by floating dark clouds.
Dong Ming on the side took a sip of hot tea and said as if coaxing a child: "Qingzhi, Grandpa Dong is telling you a story, do you want to listen?"
Xu Qingzhi: "Okay, Grandpa Dong."
At Dong Ming's strong request, her verbal address had been changed from Chairman Dong to Grandpa Dong, saying it was so cordial.
Dong Ming would not say that he was jealous of the little girl calling him Brother Huo, so he made such a request.
At this moment, seeing that the little girl was willing to listen, Old God Dong Ming began to tell a story.
"In the small Moorish country, there are many animals living..."