Chapter 66

“Ping'an, you’re ruthless enough!”

“Six hundred yuan, the Jia family must be heartbroken, right?”

Cai Quanwu was very surprised.

In this era where the average wage was a dozen yuan, six hundred yuan couldn’t be called an astronomical figure, but it was definitely a small fortune!

Most families couldn’t afford it!

“Well done!”

“Against the enemy, you can’t be soft-hearted!”

“Hurt them, make them afraid, and you can avoid more trouble!”

Wan Ying gave Wan Ping'an a thumbs up.

While the three were chatting, the big black dog came out.

Wan Ping'an was very strange; every time he came to the six-acre plot, the big black dog would be the first to rush out and greet him enthusiastically. Why was it nowhere to be seen today?

Now he understood!

The big black dog brought him a gift.

It pushed a big watermelon from the watermelon field to him.

Woof woof!

The big black dog pushed the watermelon to his feet and barked twice.

“I don’t understand dog language, but looking at the big black dog’s meaning, it should be inviting me to eat watermelon, right?”

Wan Ping'an guessed.

“Round and full, the exterior is flawless. Even before cutting it open, you can smell a unique, clear fragrance. The quality of this watermelon must be excellent!”

Wan Ying knocked on the watermelon with his hand.

He gave a thumbs up!

The crops Wan Ping'an planted—tomatoes, pumpkins, rice—were all of tribute quality.

The watermelon wouldn’t be an exception, right?

“Old Cai, bring the kitchen knife, let’s cut it open and taste it!”

Wan Ping'an nodded.

With system assistance, the watermelons planted must be of tribute grade!

Cai Quanwu brought the kitchen knife.

Crack!

As soon as the blade touched the watermelon, it split.

A clear, sweet scent overflowed!

Swish swish swish!

Cai Quanwu cut the watermelon into slices.

The crystal-clear red flesh looked like a large piece of ruby, inlaid with black-gemstone watermelon seeds. It looked like a work of art.

“It’s so beautiful!”

“I can’t bear to eat it!”

Wan Ying picked up a slice of watermelon and examined it carefully.

“Eat it, why can’t you bear to eat it?”

“Watermelon is for eating. Taste it and see how it is.”

Wan Ping'an picked up a slice of watermelon and took a bite.

Instantly.

The sweet juice flowed down his throat.

“Good!”

“I’ve lived for over sixty years, and this is the first time in my life I’ve eaten such delicious watermelon!”

Wan Ying gave a thumbs up.

Cai Quanwu lowered his head and gnawed away, having no time to speak.

“Come, Big Black, you eat too!”

Wan Ping'an picked up a slice of watermelon, put it on the ground, and let Big Black eat.

Big Black took a bite.

Its dog eyes went round!

Woof woof!

Big Black barked twice, very excited, and then began to gnaw wildly.

It ate the red flesh of the watermelon, and still unsatisfied, it took two more bites, eating the rind as well. After finishing, it looked up at Wan Ping'an.

“Haha, no need to eat the rind. Follow me, and there will be plenty of watermelon!”

Wan Ping'an smiled.

Even Big Black liked eating watermelon.

He handed Big Black another slice.

“Ping'an, the quality of the watermelon is no worse than the tomatoes and pumpkins. It will definitely sell like crazy. When do you plan to start selling?”

Cai Quanwu asked.

He was already a bit numb.

The things Wan Ping'an planted—whether tomatoes, pumpkins, rice, or watermelon—were all worlds apart from what others planted.

“Let’s see how much there is first!”

Wan Ping'an stood up and went to the watermelon patch.

Together with Wan Ying, he estimated the watermelon yield.

Before Wan Ping'an transmigrated, modern planting techniques yielded three to five thousand pounds per acre for small watermelons, and seven to ten thousand pounds for large ones.

In the fifties, planting techniques were much worse.

The yield was even lower.

Soon.

Wan Ying’s rough estimate was out.

The yield of the one acre of watermelon Wan Ping'an planted was definitely no less than twenty thousand pounds.

Wan Ying was stunned, thinking he had calculated wrong. He called Cai Quanwu, and the two estimated it carefully again, but the result was still over twenty thousand pounds.

In the fifties, this was an incredible, absolutely unattainable yield per acre.

Wan Ping'an had achieved it!

The yield of his one acre was worth more than ten acres of others.

Not only was the yield high!

The quality was even higher!

“Ping'an, if you expand the planting scale, those who run factories and hotels won’t make as much money as you!”

Cai Quanwu sighed with emotion.

Wan Ping'an smiled and didn’t answer.

His attention was on the system reward.

【System detected a bumper harvest of watermelons!】

【Reward calculating...】

【Reward issued to personal space!】

【Reward: 1,000 yuan in cash, 1 ton of cod, 1 ton of steak, 1 ton of mutton, 1 ton of apples, 1 ton of bananas, 1 ton of rose grapes...】

Wan Ping'an smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits.

The system was too generous!

The reward was too rich!

Wan Ping'an left the six-acre plot.

Wan Ying and Cai Quanwu sat at the edge of the field chatting.

“Old Brother Wan, how do you think Ping'an plants the land?”

“I didn’t see him working that hard, yet the crops he plants are all of tribute grade!” ===== CHAPTER 140 =====

Cai Quanwu exclaimed.

“Little Cai, since you call me Old Brother, I’ll give you a piece of advice: there are some things you shouldn’t be interested in!”

“Ping'an’s farming must have his own unique techniques. This is the foundation of his livelihood!”

“Whoever tries to probe his secrets is his enemy.”

“Do you understand?”

Wan Ying warned Cai Quanwu.

Swish!

Cai Quanwu broke out in a cold sweat, soaking his clothes.

“Old Brother Wan, thank you so much. If you hadn’t reminded me, I might have made a huge mistake!”

Cai Quanwu felt lingering fear.

At this time.

Wan Ping'an arrived at the small tavern.

Xu Huirong and Chen Xueru were both there, saving him from having to find them one by one. ===== CHAPTER 141 =====