Song Tan Jishi

   "I said, do you want to talk about a boyfriend? I have many classmates with good conditions."

  The car was driving all the way, and Xin Jun also joked with him.

  Faced with this question, Song Tan still had the same panacea answer: "Let's talk, how many alternatives do you have? After a while, call me to cut the rice. Let me see who is the most suitable for me."

  Xin Jun: …

   Are you looking at who is right for you? How about saying who is suitable for your rice field? In two months, do we have to see who is suitable for Taolin?

   "Well, let me ask for nothing. Among my classmates, among others, none of them can do rice harvesting."

  So he quickly changed the subject:

   "When the time comes to plant the second crop of rice, should we turn over the field and transplant seedlings directly? Or keep the straw and grow rice grandchildren directly?"

  The so-called "grandson of rice" is a rural slang in Xin Jun's hometown - when rice is cut, long straw is left in the field, and then the field is continuously watered and fertilized. The second crop of rice will grow along the original straw.

  The advantage is that it is convenient and labor-saving, but the disadvantage is that the output is only half of the original at most, which is suitable for the second crop of rice planting time is too late.

  Song Tan shook his head.

  She raised seedlings a month earlier this year, in order to produce enough rice for the second crop.

   "That won't work."

   "If you grow it like that, it won't be enough to eat—our family's appetite is too big. So we have to re-breed in two days. When the seedlings grow up, we will officially harvest the rice."

  The rice in the field is now green and yellow, not far from maturity.

   When it comes to appetite, Xin Sanwan is too embarrassed to say anything.

   Conscience of heaven and earth, he really doesn't have such a good appetite at home!

   It must be too much brain work to teach Jojo every day—it’s not like he can eat.

  …

  The pick-up truck was steady all the way, and it stopped at the vegetable market when everyone got off work.

   As soon as Song Tan got out of the car, a large group of people surrounded him!

   But the one who rushed over was the person from the police station in the nearby jurisdiction, and when he stretched out his hand, he slapped him—

   "Five?" Song Tan was curious.

   "No!" The guy on the opposite side ran all the way over, still breathing, without hesitation at this moment: "Fifty!"

   Outrageous! !

  The aunt behind her is not happy anymore!

   There are only one or two hundred melons in this car, and you need 50 to open your mouth, so you don’t 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 little policeman was helpless: "There are only seven or eight people in our office..."

  Which family doesn't have any relatives, friends, parents and daughter-in-law? Counting it down, it is not enough for one person to bring 5 home!

  Song Tan also sighed: "Why don't you make an appointment in the mini program first? I'm not even prepared."

  The young man was also very sad: "There are only 150 of your mini programs on the shelves, and they will be gone before I get them."

  Song Tan: ...Mistake.

  Originally, 50 watermelons were reserved for individual customers. After all, watermelons are expensive, so everyone should be extra cautious when buying them.

  But who let me hug two of them last time?

   No, I can taste it!

  She thought for a while: "Well, what you want is really too much, and I really don't have any today. Otherwise, let's try a few at random, and count the number tomorrow, and I will directly pull another cart for you."

"OK!"

  The other party is also happy—he can’t buy it today if he’s not happy! Just look at the vigilance of the crowd behind you.

  So at this moment, I picked and picked from a cart of watermelons, and accurately touched the 5 largest ones.

   Seeing the old aunt behind her stare, she turned out her order:

   "My daughter ordered three, the biggest one!"

  Because each watermelon has to be weighed, I had the experience of selling watermelons for the first time. Later, these watermelons were not marked with price, but needed to be ordered in advance, and then delivered according to the reserved quantity.

   At this moment, there is no need to repeatedly calculate the price. Even if Song Tan sells it alone, 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 eat the melon skin, I feel so sweet!

   What hurts my heart is that this melon is too expensive.

  Not to mention anything else, the young man who sells watermelons across from the pickup truck only costs two yuan a catty of melons!

   After a while, the watermelons will be available, and the local melons will be even cheaper.

   "Boss, all these melons are on the market, why don't you lower the price accordingly?"

   Someone finally couldn't help asking.

   The price of a bite of meat makes my heart tremble!

  Song Tan is also very sincere and helpless: "I want to reduce the price, but the cost is here—you just say, can my melon be the same as the melon they sell?"

   Everyone stopped talking.

   Such a delicious melon must be very different. Otherwise, why don't others plant it? And why would they rather buy the expensive one than the cheap one?

   I only hate myself for not making enough money!

  …

  The melon sales here are in full swing, and Xin Jun on the other end has already picked out his mobile phone, and walked to the vegetable market with the box.

  Before everyone had time to gossip about why there was another young guy, Song Tan pointed at him, "It just so happens that the cold drink wholesale store in front of me wholesales 100 ice creams. You choose the type yourself. I'll transfer the amount to you later."

   "Okay." Xin Jun felt his scalp tingling when he looked at the crowd of people, and now he rushed into the cold drink shop.

  At this moment, Wu Qianqian walked here wearing a pair of slippers, not knowing whether it was the crow's mouth on the road or something.

  She also wanted to wholesale ice cream, because her home was in the neighborhood above the vegetable market, and it was cooler in the evening, so her mother forced her to go out for a walk and buy cold drinks along the way.

   From a long distance, Song Tan is standing beside the old pickup truck, calling watermelon to others neatly—

   Her heart burst into joy!

how to say? The classmates who used to be better than themselves in everything at school, but now they can only be reduced to selling vegetables and melons in the vegetable market-why not make people feel superior?

  At this moment, she had already forgotten the price of wild vegetables before.

  Think about Song Tan and Xin Jun choosing furniture together...

snort!

  It was a new hatred and old hatred welling up in my heart, I simply took out my phone, took a video in a hurry, and then sent it directly to the classmate group.

  【Look at our classmate, life is really difficult now. In the thirty-six-seven-degree day outside, she was selling watermelons in the vegetable market, and she didn't even have a helper around her. Seeing how miserable she was, I felt a little sorry for her...]

  Let’s lay the groundwork first, and then have some tea talk later—

  Wu Qianqian went through this process in her heart.

  However, before typing all the words, I saw a series of exclamation marks in the group—

  【! ! 】

  【Good boy! When I was in school, I thought Song Tan was good-looking, but I didn't expect her to be so good-looking now! 】

  【@吴千千: Does she have a boyfriend? introduce. How good it is for an old classmate to know the basics! 】

  【@吴千qian, where are you in a mess? Look at her beauty with icy muscles and bones, she didn't even shed a drop of sweat! 】

  【Song Tan is so pretty, I'm gone! 】

   Finished writing... Everything will be updated after the Chinese New Year.

  Good night Captain Tsubasa.