Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Recently, the collection of cullets has also decreased, and it took him more than half a month to send them to the glass wool factory.

So he is going to look for new business opportunities by selling popsicles and riding donkeys to find donkeys during the holiday.

After finishing the advertisement and walking out of the house, Wan Feng pushed his bicycle along the east road to go home, but when he turned his head, his eyes looked at the mountain ridge between the two teams in Wahouwaqian.

If he remembered correctly, he remembered that Jiang Jun's family lived on the other side of the mountain ridge. Anyway, he decided to visit Jiang Jun when he was free.

This guy is on vacation, and if he is idle, he may have a relapse. Didn't this guy steal Lao Liangtou's cantaloupe a few days ago!

Thinking of this, Wan Feng's eyes brightened, and he put the bicycle on the open space outside the workshop without even thinking about it.

"Uncle! Ride your bicycle back when you get off work."

After Zhu Ping agreed in the room, Wan Feng ran up the mountain ridge.

The direction of this mountain ridge is from south to north, and the terrain becomes lower as it goes north. At the junction between the back of the depression and the east end, there is only a small cliff about seven or eight meters high. Pass under this small cliff.

To the north, this mountain ridge is getting more and more useless, but to the south, it looks a bit steep, with woods and cultivated land on the top of the mountain.

Old Liangtou's home is on a flat land on the top of the mountain.

There is only a lonely three-room house here, and Lao Liangtou and his wife live here.

This old man has been playing with melons and fruits in the Waqian team since he was middle-aged, and then he played with melons and fruits by himself when he was old, which can be regarded as playing with melons and fruits all his life.

It was still far away from Lao Liangtou's house, and the air was filled with the unique fragrance of cantaloupe.

Wan Feng took a deep breath, too intoxicated.

In his last life, his favorite food was cantaloupe, which reached the point where he couldn't get enough of it, but he didn't feel much about other melons such as watermelon.

When approaching Lao Liangtou's territory, Wan Feng discovered that the area of ​​the hilltop on the top of the mountain was about three mu, surrounded by sorghum millet and other crops, and in the middle were all melons.

A vigorous old man rushed out of the house with a dung fork in his hand. He rushed to Wan Feng like the wind, and the dung fork stared majestically at Wan Feng.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

This is treating yourself as a thief.

Seeing the old Liang's face as if facing a formidable enemy, Wan Feng wanted to laugh very much, but when the thought of laughing didn't match the current atmosphere, he held back.

"Old man, I want to see if your melon is ripe?"

"If you're not familiar with it, let's go."

To deceive ghosts, the melons in this garden are already partially ripe based on the aroma that permeates the air.

"Hey, you old man, I sent you money but you drove me away. You really don't take the God of Wealth seriously."

The old man rolled his eyes: "Little Naihuangzi has a serious tone, and you are still the God of Wealth? You don't look like the God of Wealth."

If you don't give this old man some flair, he'll think we're here to beg for food.

Wan Feng took out a handful of colorful bills from his pocket: "Old man, bring some of your best melons to taste."

Chapter 1: I used to be a thief

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.