No one can tell at this moment whether the surprise in the imperial capital can last.
But Qiao Qiao's surprise started from the melon field.
Early in the morning, after feeding a few pigs that were becoming increasingly fat, he had some emotional communication with the big king Dabai, and when he went down the mountain, he had some close contact with the big bear, which completed this short job.
By the time he had given the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and even the field a fair amount of rain and dew to the little ones, the sun had already begun to burn brightly.
However, for Qiao Qiao, there was nothing to be afraid of.
His cheeks were flushed, and beads of sweat were faintly visible in his short black hair, but his skin was snow-white and tanned.
Zhang Yanping, who was getting darker and stronger, was so jealous that he could only snort, "Little brat, you smell like milk, that's what it means."
Xin Jun was sitting aside, leisurely preparing for today's class. Hearing this, he said slowly:
"Some people are not only ugly in appearance, but also ugly in heart. They get jealous when they see good-looking people."
Zhang Yanping narrowed his eyes, and murderous intent suddenly appeared:
"Teacher Xin, I heard that you told your mother that you came here to purchase goods. How long have you been here? What did you purchase?"
Xin Jun: … So angry! He is bringing up all sorts of issues. Now that his lies about purchasing have been exposed by his mother, he is refusing to leave because his mother cannot come and arrest him in person.
But... I lost the battle even though I lost the fight.
He also said confidently: "I have sent back the Tremella tea leaves and chili sauce. What about you?"
"Did you send a bottle of chili sauce back to your mother?"
My goodness, how could Zhang Yanping dare to do that
The weather was hot and time was running out. His mother wanted to bombard him with three phone calls a day, and even coaxed him by saying that she had prepared the money for his training classes, and asked him to go back and study hard, take the civil service exam, get a job in the company, and have a stable job.
If possible, one county, two bureaus and three directors, no picky at all!
Zhang Yanping: …
He knows his own abilities. Now he can only read books with a "babbling" tone. How can he have a stable job
He just followed his sister and ate and drank for free. They were a family and had a blood relationship, so they wouldn't starve, right
After thinking about it, he looked at his equally dark arms again, and now he held his chin up to think -
Tan Tan, what sunscreen do you use every day
…
In fact, this time, it was not because Song Tan provided uneven spiritual energy. It was because the spiritual energy she attracted through her daily practice also had its own ideas.
For example, Qiao Qiao absorbs more than anyone else in the family.
Zhang Yanping... He has a strong physique, but when it comes to attracting spiritual energy, he is even worse than others.
Besides, if you can’t have white skin, that’s a genetic issue. What can Song Tan do
I can only turn a blind eye.
At this moment, Zhang Wangjia, who had been working hard in the mountain, came down the mountain slowly.
He had a limp in one leg and couldn't walk very fast, but after so many years, he had already walked steadily.
Seeing that the seventh day of mourning was coming soon, he was not as shy as before, but he refused to enter the yard. He walked to the gate of the yard and shouted, "Tan Tan, I think the watermelons on the mountain are almost ripe, go and have a look!"
watermelon?!
Qiao Qiao rushed over with sparkling eyes: "Can I eat now?"
Zhang Wangjia looked at him with particularly soft eyes, and laughed at this moment: "I think he can. There are quite a few familiar ones. Can you go up and take a look?"
Qiao Qiao turned around and looked at Song Tan with expectant eyes.
He still has to go to class today, but the weather is so hot that everyone's eyes are popping out when they hear the word watermelon. Who would still have the mind to attend class
Song Tan waved his hand and said, "Bring your phone, we'll start the live broadcast later."
"In addition to studying, you should also leave some time for work."
What kind of lewd words are these!
But the naive Qiao Qiao went back to her room happily and picked up the stand and mobile phone.
Song Tan took the lead and led everyone up the mountain.
To be honest, these watermelons are too ignorant. When I bought the seedlings, they clearly told me that they were smaller early watermelons.
Well? I didn’t see it earlier. Watermelons are already available on the market, and the price is quite high. A pound of Qilin melon costs several yuan!
There are many people in the family, so Song Tan bought three from the street last time, which made the Song family feel heartbroken.
In fact, it’s not that we can’t afford it, but we just can’t help it. Anyway… Now that our melons are ripe, even though we know that the price will only be higher than that of the Qilin melon, everyone is still thinking about it at the first time:
I don’t know what it tastes like
Moreover, when the person selling the seedlings measured this batch of early melons, they were only about 10-15 cm in diameter, or maybe even smaller.
Some are probably only as big as the baby pumpkin, and the important thing is that one person can eat it all in one go.
But when planted in this peach forest, the spiritual energy is the same. That guy has simply broken through the genetic barriers and is growing vigorously!
Now they are all round, with full patterns on the rind, and I wonder how good their appearance is.
Zhang Wangjia followed the others and said with a smile: "This melon is growing really well."
I didn't spend much time tending to this vine, but it already has two or three melons on it. It's incredible!
And they all look good.
As he pondered, he was also a little puzzled: "The fertilizer I prepared this year is nothing special... Why isn't the kudzu root on the mountain next door so good?"
Song Tan didn't even blush when he heard this.
There is no way around it. The spiritual energy is in short supply and has to be used with caution. No one is willing to give any of it except what comes from their own land.
…
We quickly came to the back mountain. The peach forest was covered with lush leaves. The furry little green peaches were plump and cute, densely packed in the woods. Just looking at them made our mouths sour and our saliva flow.
The seventh cousin looked at it for a while, and then thought:
"Your peaches are so dense, do you need to thin them out? Don't throw away the ones you thin out. Bring them back and I'll pickle them for you to eat."
My goodness, everyone's saliva is dripping.
She looked at the tender peaches and wished she could pick a basket of them right away to try the pickled peaches.
However, the most urgent task is the overly plump and round watermelons in the field.
I saw the warm sunlight shining through the forest, and vines spreading across the entire hillside. Compared to the sparse situation before when we could still go in and live stream, it was now a sea of vines.
In the middle, there are piles of plump round watermelons. From a distance, it looks like a giant bird is building a nest and laying eggs, piled up like piles.
Zhang Wangjia was also wondering: "Look at these watermelons, how fast they grow, they just grow in clusters in sunny places, and I haven't touched the vines yet."
They are so sensible themselves!
"Is it cooked?"
Qiao Qiao had just inserted the phone, selected a position, put the bracket in place, and stared at a round watermelon on the edge, eager to try it out.
The seventh cousin looked at him and asked him with a smile:
"You're in such a hurry, can you pick a watermelon?"
Qiao Qiao made a gesture of patting a watermelon: "I can! Pat it and it will be ripe."