I have too many things to raise, and this is my only worry.
Uncle Seven said quickly, "You all have big appetites. I think everyone should eat a melon. How much melon rind can we use for cooking?"
"Besides, at worst I can just slice off the green skin and chop it up to feed the same thing."
Wow! This really is not a waste at all!
Qiao Qiao was a little hesitant:
"But in this case, the king got to eat the watermelon, but Dabao and the others didn't. It's so unfair."
The reason why Song Qiaoqiao can thrive among these treasures is because of these eight words: "rain and dew are shared equally, and fairness and justice".
"It's okay," Song Tan comforted him, "You don't have to call Secretary Xiao Zhu, I can just send her a message."
"If you don't mind the heat, go to the mountain and pick two more melons to share with the treasures. That's right, five, six, seven, or three treasures. You can only give a little. They really don't do their work well. They need to be urged, not indulged."
"OK!"
Qiao Qiao was indeed happy.
Only Song Youde felt a little embarrassed: "She is Xiao Zhu, we call her affectionately, but she is the branch secretary after all. It is too casual and inappropriate to just send her a message and ask her to come over..."
Song Tan hesitated for a moment and said, "That's right, I won't say anything then."
She took out the picture of watermelon she had just taken on the mountain and sent it directly.
The next moment, Secretary Xiao Zhu's screen was filled with exclamation marks that were about to fly out -
The watermelon is ripe?! I'll come over now!
!
!
"Look," Song Tan smiled at Song Youde obediently:
"Grandpa, is this respectful enough?"
Song Youde: …
…
Secretary Xiao Zhu seemed to be under some kind of summoning spell, and came flying over at the click of a button.
The weather was hot, so she wore a loose short-sleeved shirt and ordinary trousers, and her hair was tied up hastily.
After entering the yard, he first shouted with full energy: "The watermelons are ripe, right?"
"It's cooked." Song Tan didn't even raise his head.
"Where's Grandpa Song?" She was really not shy, and she went back to the main room with a plastic bag in her hand.
"Grandpa Song, look what I brought you? Special cigarettes! When we have a banquet at home, pass one to everyone around the table. Be good! You will be the most shining old man at the banquet!"
"What's shiny or not shiny?"
Song Youde was very resistant.
He exchanged this for two kilograms of tobacco, and he was so heartbroken!
However, despite the pain in his heart, he did not drop the cigarette at all, and he looked at it over and over again:
"Is this the special supply? I haven't seen it before..."
Then he carefully wrapped it in a plastic bag and said, "I'll put it away first. It can't get wet."
Secretary Zhu smiled and thought: "If there is one, two, and three, how difficult will it be? It's just a matter of time and effort."
She wishes she had plenty of time and appetite!
only…
“Where’s the watermelon?”
She went for a stroll in the yard. It was noon and the production of chili sauce had stopped, but the yard was still filled with the lingering smell of chili.
She took two sips and her appetite was immediately restored.
But after turning around, I still didn't see any watermelon.
No way
I just ran here for a few minutes and already ate all the melon rind
Zhang Yanping was sitting on the porch, looking like she was waiting for her husband. She said listlessly, "She's soaking in the well."
"Actually I don't mind if the melon isn't cool enough, as long as it's sweet enough..." he muttered.
Secretary Xiao Zhu subconsciously sucked his saliva: "Actually, I don't mind - is the watermelon delicious?"
"tasty!"
Zhang Yanping was full of energy: "I have never eaten such delicious melon in my life!"
"Xiao Zhu, Secretary, do you want to buy some? Tan Tan's price is not high today, 20 per pound."
The melons that will soon flood the streets are still 20 yuan per pound? I think it's really expensive!
but!
Who told her to have so many grandfathers
Especially during this period! No shortage of money!
So she also asked: "Can this melon be delivered by express? If so, I will buy 20 first."
Song Tan thought for a moment and said, "Express delivery is fine. I can pick out the ones that are cooked and not that bad for you."
She thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to the city to sell melons this afternoon. I'll just take your melons with me and mail them. Just give me your address."
"Okay!" Zhu Jun was also straightforward: "Pick out a few big ones for me this afternoon."
After waiting and waiting for a long time, Joe finally came back from the mountain, and more than half an hour had passed.
Seeing that lunch was about to be prepared, Zhang Yanping finally couldn't bear it any longer and asked, "How long do we have to leave it in the well?"
"The water in the well is flowing slowly..." Uncle Seven said subconsciously, and then thought: "That should work."
It's not summer yet, so the temperature isn't that extreme.
After saying this, Song Tan didn't even need to stand up, the two grown men, Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun, ran faster than rabbits!
Target—the well!
The two men panted as they brought back the two baskets, their clothes and pants all wet.
But in the summer, it dries up in the yard under the sun and in the wind, and no one cares at all.
Everyone sat around the square table in the yard, like children in kindergarten waiting to share fruit.
The watermelon tasted so good that Uncle Seventh didn't even use his kitchen knives. Instead, he took out a long watermelon knife from his knife rack.
He picked a big one and washed it. Then, as the blade of the knife just touched the watermelon rind, the watermelon in front of him made a familiar "crack" sound and cracked open obediently.
He laughed: "Tan Tan, all the kids in your family are very sensible."
Song Youde also laughed: "Tan Tan, when you go to the city to deliver melons this afternoon, you need to lay thicker straw underneath, otherwise I'm afraid the straw will explode in the car if it bumps around."
Song Tan's scalp tingled when he imagined the scene.
Wulan thought: "Take them with you. Don't sell them all. Keep three or five and send them to grandma's house when you come back. I haven't been there for a long time."
"OK!"
There is work to do at home every day. Although it is not as busy as spring, I can't be idle either.
Besides, my uncle's family was busy preparing tea and other things. It was the busy farming season and no one would have time to visit relatives, so Song Tan agreed immediately.
Then he looked at Zhang Yanping and said, "Will you come with me to the city this afternoon? I'll give some melons to Auntie."
Zhang Yanping shuddered all over, remembering the fear of being dominated by his mother's nagging. At this moment, with his mouth full of watermelon, he shook his head wildly, and the juice was about to splash onto Xin Jun's arm. He pulled the stool away with disgust.
"No!" He resisted, "You can deliver the melons, but don't chat! Otherwise, if you start chatting, you will run away, and I will have to answer my mother's call..."
Zhang Yanping has more than one month in his heart.
Zhu Jun looked at him, saw his sturdy arms from his dark face, and then thought:
"I think you have a quick mind and a strong body. If you want to take the civil service exam... it's very advantageous to go to the countryside! Why don't you take it? Is it because you don't like it?"