Chapter 67: Treating Xueru to watermelon, Jia Zhang steals watermelon rinds to eat

When Chen Xueru and Xu Huirong saw Wan Ping'an, their eyes lit up, followed immediately by a hint of resentment.

Recently.

Wan Ping'an had been busy selling pumpkins and had even gone hunting twice, rarely coming to the tavern or visiting them.

“You still know how to come?”

Chen Xueru asked resentfully.

“Giggle, Xueru, you look like a resentful woman in a deep boudoir.”

Xu Huirong was amused.

“Aren’t you the same?”

Chen Xueru countered.

Wan Ping'an was distracted for a moment.

Both women were beauties of the world. Their slightly shy expressions were stunningly beautiful; few men could resist.

“Ping'an, what do you want to drink today?”

After the joke.

The two women returned to normal.

Though still carrying some resentment.

“I didn’t come to drink; I have something to discuss with you.”

“By the way, are the pumpkins still popular?”

Wan Ping'an asked casually.

“Very popular. The diners simply never tire of them.”

“With your pumpkins as a side dish, my business has improved quite a bit. Many people come specifically for your pumpkins; they must order them!”

“Your pumpkins are almost sold out, right?”

“I want all the rest!”

Xu Huirong’s eyes were shining.

Most of the pumpkins Wan Ping'an planted were sold to the four of them. As for selling in bulk to merchants, only her tavern had that advantage.

“Fine, the rest are all yours.”

Wan Ping'an nodded.

This was the last batch of pumpkins. After harvesting, he would plant other crops.

“Sigh, I run a silk shop. Buying your pumpkins, I can only eat them myself; it doesn’t help my business at all.”

“I can’t just give people pumpkins when they buy clothes or silk, right?”

Chen Xueru’s resentful voice came.

She had bought some pumpkins, but not many. If she ate them herself, even if she bought enough for a year, how many pumpkins could that be?

Silk?

Wan Ping'an’s eyes lit up. For silk and the like, the basic raw material is silkworm silk.

Silk is spat out by silkworms.

He was good at planting and raising. Raising silkworms is also a form of animal husbandry, right?

If the silkworms are raised well, they can produce the highest quality silk.

If the silk quality is high, the silk fabric quality won’t be bad either.

Cooperation between him and Chen Xueru wasn’t impossible.

Currently, he didn’t want to raise silkworms, but it was hard to say for the future.

But it was unlikely in the short term.

Raising silkworms wasn’t something one or two people could do!

“You can give them away too. No one will dislike delicious pumpkins!”

Xu Huirong teased.

“By the way, Ping'an, you said you had something to discuss with us. What is it?”

After chatting for a while.

The two women remembered that Wan Ping'an said he had something to discuss when he arrived.

“Nothing big. The watermelons I planted have matured, so I’m inviting you to eat watermelon.”

Wan Ping'an said with a smile.

“The watermelons you planted?”

“I remember, they were planted with the pumpkins. I’ve seen them. Calculating the time, they should be mature.”

“The tomatoes and pumpkins you planted are of tribute quality. The watermelons must be no worse. Perhaps I can add another side dish.”

“However, watermelon as a side dish for wine seems a bit strange.”

Xu Huirong’s eyes lit up.

She had confidence in the crops Wan Ping'an planted; the quality would definitely not be bad.

“Sigh, it has nothing to do with me again.”

“I can only eat watermelon!”

Chen Xueru looked at Wan Ping'an resentfully again.

Xu Huirong gave instructions, then went with Chen Xueru, following Wan Ping'an to his six-acre plot.

Woof woof!

Seeing Wan Ping'an arrive, Big Black turned into a black flash, ran to Wan Ping'an, and wagged its tail frantically.

“Old Cai, go to the field and pick two watermelons.”

Wan Ping'an instructed.

“So many, such big watermelons. It must be another bumper harvest.”

“I really envy you. You farm without worrying about suppliers, without worrying about the quality of the vegetables, and even more so without having to please the diners.”

Xu Huirong sighed with emotion.

Wan Ping'an made money too easily.

While the three were talking, Cai Quanwu came out holding two big watermelons.

Arriving next to the thatched hut.

Wan Ping'an also called Wan Ying over to eat watermelon together.

Cut it open.

The special, clear, sweet fragrance instantly permeated the air.

“Come, taste the watermelon I planted.”

Wan Ping'an gave Chen Xueru and Xu Huirong one slice each.

Woof woof!

Big Black barked, a bit anxious. Where was its watermelon?

Big Black was well-trained; if not given, it wouldn’t rush up to grab it, nor would it guard its food. ===== CHAPTER 142 =====

“There’s plenty for you!”

“Eat!”

Wan Ping'an put down a piece for Big Black.

Five people and one dog began to enjoy the delicious watermelon.

“Sweet and crisp, this is the best watermelon I’ve ever eaten.”

“I’ll order one hundred first to make into small cold dishes. I believe the diners will definitely like them very much.”

Xu Huirong made the decision on the spot.

“Sigh, watermelon doesn’t store well. I can only take two back to eat.”

Chen Xueru sighed.

If she bought too many, she couldn’t finish them even if she ate them as meals!

“Oh no, I ate too much, I’m full!”

While eating.

Chen Xueru screamed.

Xu Huirong’s pretty face also turned slightly red.

The watermelon was too delicious.

Like Chen Xueru, she had eaten too much without realizing it.

The watermelon tasting was a great success.

When Wan Ping'an returned to the Sihe Academy, the sun was almost setting.

He returned carrying two big watermelons.

“Ping'an, the quality of these watermelons is really good. Where did you buy them?”

Yan Fu looked at the watermelons in Wan Ping'an’s hands in surprise.

“Buy?”

“Can’t they be ones I planted?”

Wan Ping'an asked back with a smile.

“You planted watermelons too?”

“That’s right, you can plant tomatoes and pumpkins, so you can plant watermelons.”

“Your watermelons are mature and need harvesting. You definitely need help. Ping'an, can you let Jiecheng follow you to harvest the watermelons?”

Yan Fu’s eyes lit up.

When harvesting pumpkins, Yan Jiecheng had followed along.

Not only did he make money, but there were also pumpkins to eat.

“Fine, I’ll call Jiecheng when the time comes.”

Wan Ping'an nodded.

When he went home with the watermelons, passing through the middle courtyard, he saw Jia Zhang again.

Jia Zhang’s eyes were full of resentment, but her mouth was tightly shut.

She had been beaten into fear by Wan Ping'an!

She was scared!

For a short time, in front of Wan Ping'an, unless she went crazy, she wouldn’t dare to curse!

Wan Ping'an returned to the backyard.

The Deaf Old Lady happened to be sitting at the door getting some air.

Seeing the big watermelons.

She immediately realized that after selling tomatoes and pumpkins, Wan Ping'an was going to sell big watermelons.

The big watermelons looked so good; they must be very clear and sweet, right?

“How can this little beast be so good at farming?”

“If Zhonghai had his farming skills, I would definitely make Zhonghai quit his job immediately. A level-six machinist can’t make as much money as he does farming.”

The Deaf Old Lady couldn’t help but swallow her saliva, insanely envious!

Remembering the pumpkin she ate at the Jia family, it was truly fragrant, more satisfying than eating meat!

Then her face darkened.

After eating the pumpkin, she vomited and had diarrhea, went to the hospital for injections—she would never forget that in her life!

The Xu family.

Xu Fugui saw Wan Ping'an returning with two big watermelons.

“Damao, Ping'an is definitely going to sell watermelons.”

“Remember, there are no good people in the courtyard. In the future, when your mother and I leave the Sihe Academy, you’ll be alone here, and you must find a ‘thigh’ to hold onto.”

“Wan Ping'an is the thickest, biggest golden thigh. As long as you hold onto his thigh tightly, you’ll have a good life, and Sha Zhu won’t dare to touch you.”

“Understand?”

Xu Fugui lectured Xu Damao.

He would leave the house and job to Xu Damao.

He couldn’t take care of Xu Damao for his whole life. Xu Damao wasn’t up to the mark, and with the favoritism of Yi Zhonghai and the Deaf Old Lady, he was always being bullied by Sha Zhu.

Fortunately, Wan Ping'an rose to prominence, giving him hope.

With Wan Ping'an around, what were the Deaf Old Lady and Yi Zhonghai worth?

The next morning.

Wan Ping'an transported back a large cart of watermelons.

Jia Zhang saw it and was very annoyed, muttering a few words in a low voice, but didn’t dare to stop him!

She still clearly remembered that last time Wan Ping'an brought back pumpkins, she and Yi Zhonghai came out to stop him, and both of them ended up in a miserable state.

“Tiegang, I’ll leave the watermelon selling to your family.”

Wan Ping'an patted Sun Tiegang on the shoulder.

Sun Tiegang had no job, and his mother had no job either. Letting the two of them be responsible for selling watermelons was just right.

“Brother Wan, me too, me too!”

Niuniu tugged on Wan Ping'an’s trouser leg, protesting—how could he not see someone as big as her?

“Fine, Niuniu too!”

Wan Ping'an picked up Niuniu.

A three or four-year-old girl is at her cutest, and she isn’t as naughty as a boy.

The watermelons were transported to the backyard.

The neighbors followed.

“Come, get your watermelons.”

“Just like last time, one big watermelon per family. Excluding the Deaf Old Lady, Yi Zhonghai, the Jia family, and Sha Zhu. I won’t give or sell to those four families.”

Wan Ping'an emphasized again.

He excluded the beasts.

“Ping'an, I’ll help you.”

Xu Damao ran over to help Wan Ping'an distribute the watermelons.

“Fine, I’ll give you an extra big watermelon.”

Wan Ping'an nodded with a smile.

The people in the courtyard were all smiles, each family holding a big watermelon and returning home, all praising Wan Ping'an for being generous, much better than Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai only knew how to talk, never willing to actually take anything out!

“This damn Wan Ping'an, actually knowing how to use small favors to buy people’s hearts!”

Yi Zhonghai gnashed his teeth.

If everyone was bought by Wan Ping'an, how could he take back the position of First Uncle?

Even with the help of the Deaf Old Lady, if he became First Uncle again, he might not be able to sit firmly, after all, everyone had been bought by Wan Ping'an!

“No, I can’t let Wan Ping'an continue to buy people’s hearts!”

“What to do?”

“Stop him?” ===== CHAPTER 143 =====