Chapter 311: The Watermelons Are Ripe

Whether the surprises in the Imperial Capital could continue, no one could explain at the moment.

But Qiao Qiao's surprise started from the melon field.

Early in the morning, he fed the increasingly fat pigs, exchanged feelings with Dawang and Dabai, and on the way down the mountain, he also had intimate contact with the big bear, which counted as completing this small segment of work.

By the time he had given equal attention to Big Treasure, Second Treasure, Third Treasure, Fourth Treasure, and even Five Six Seven Treasure, who hadn't fully learned the rules, including Big Field, the sun was already scorching.

However, for Qiao Qiao, it was nothing to be afraid of.

His cheeks were red, and crystal-clear sweat was vaguely visible in his dark, short hair, but his skin was snow-white, tanned to a translucent state.

Zhang Yanping, who was increasingly dark and sturdy, was jealous and could only hum: "Little brat, a milky smell is just like that."

Xin Jun was sitting to the side, preparing the lesson he was going to teach today in a leisurely manner, and upon hearing this, he said unhurriedly:

"Some people are not only ugly in appearance but also ugly in heart. They get jealous when they see someone good-looking."

Zhang Yanping narrowed his eyes, and the murderous intent appeared:

"Teacher Xin, I heard you told your mother you came here to procure goods. How long have you been staying here? What have you procured?"

Xin Jun: ……So angry! Hitting where it hurts. Now his procurement lie had been seen through by his mother, and he was dead-set on not leaving, just because his mother couldn't come over and catch him in person.

But... losing the person shouldn't mean losing the stance.

He also said righteously: "I've already mailed back the silver ear fungus, tea leaves, and chili sauce, what about you?"

"Did you send a bottle of chili sauce back to your mother?"

Good heavens, how could Zhang Yanping dare?

The weather was hot, time was tight, and his mother wished she could bomb him with three calls a day, even coaxing him by saying she had prepared the money for training classes, just for him to go back and study hard, pass the civil service exam, enter a unit, and get an iron rice bowl.

If possible, from county magistrate to bureau chief to department head, she wasn't picky at all!

Zhang Yanping: ……

He knew his own abilities; now reading books only made him go "aba aba," what iron rice bowl could he hold?

He would just mix with his sister and eat and drink; they were family, and with such a blood relationship, he wouldn't starve!

He pondered after finishing and looked at his own equally dark arms, pondering while resting his chin—

This Tan Tan, what kind of sunscreen does she use every day?

……

Actually, this wave really wasn't Song Tan giving spiritual energy unevenly; it was really that the spiritual energy she attracted through cultivation every day had its own ideas.

For example, Qiao Qiao absorbed more than anyone else in the family.

Zhang Yanping... his constitution was sturdy, but when it came to attracting spiritual energy, he drank even less of the northwest wind than others.

Besides, skin couldn't be white, and there was also the issue of heredity; what could Song Tan do?

She could only turn a blind eye.

And just then, Zhang Wangjia, who had been working hard on the mountain, finally walked down the mountain slowly.

One of his legs was lame, and he didn't walk fast, but so many years had passed, and he was already steady.

Seeing that it would be the seventh day in two days, he wasn't as avoidant as before, but he still wouldn't enter the courtyard, and when he reached the courtyard gate, he shouted: "Tan Tan, I see the watermelons on the mountain are almost ripe, go take a look!"

Watermelon?!

Qiao Qiao rushed over with a start, his eyes shining: "Can we eat them?"

Zhang Wangjia looked at his eyes with exceptional softness, and laughed: "I see they can be. There are quite a few ripe ones, do you want to go up and take a look?"

Qiao Qiao turned around and looked at Song Tan with expectant eyes.

He still had to have class today, but on such a hot day, as soon as everyone heard about watermelon, their eyes were almost straight; who was in the mood for class?

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Song Tan waved her hand: "Bring your phone, we'll start a livestream in a while."

"Besides studying, we also have to leave some time for work."

What kind of tiger-wolf words were these!

But the innocent Qiao Qiao was already full of joy, returned to his room, and picked up the stand and phone.

And Song Tan took the lead and brought everyone to the back mountain.

Honestly, these watermelons were too ignorant; when they bought the seedlings, people clearly said they were small early melons.

Well? Early? They didn't see where they were early; watermelons had long been sold on the market, and the price was quite high; Kirin melons were several yuan a jin!

There were many people in the family, and Song Tan bought three back from the street last time, which made the Song family feel a pang of heartache.

Actually, it wasn't that they couldn't afford it, but they just couldn't help it. In short... now that their own melons were ripe, even though they knew the price would only be higher than Kirin melons, everyone still thought first:

I wonder what they taste like?

Moreover, these early melons, when the person selling the seedlings gestured, were only 10-15 cm in diameter, maybe even smaller.

Some were estimated to be only as big as a Beibei pumpkin, focusing on one person being able to finish it in one go.

But planting them in the peach forest, spiritual energy didn't distinguish between each other, and they broke through genetic barriers and grew as hard as they could!

Now they were all round, and the patterns on the melon skin were full, and the appearance was incredibly good.

Zhang Wangjia was also confused: "Look at these watermelons, how well they grow; I didn't even put much effort into this vine, and one vine bore two or three melons, amazing!"

And they all grew well.

He pondered while feeling a bit puzzled: "The fertilizer I prepared this year wasn't anything special... why didn't I see the kudzu on the mountain next door grow this well?"

Song Tan listened, and didn't even blush.

There was no help for it; spiritual energy was tight, and she used it cautiously; except for her own land, she wouldn't give a single bit to anywhere else.

……

Everyone quickly arrived at the back mountain. The peach forest had lush leaves, and the fuzzy little green peaches were full and cute, hanging densely in the forest, making one's teeth feel sour and saliva flow just looking at them.

Seventh Great-Uncle also took a look, and then pondered:

"Your peaches are growing so densely, do you need to thin the fruit? Don't throw away what you thin out; bring them back and I'll pickle the green peaches for you."

Good heavens, everyone's saliva was already flowing.

She looked at the tender peaches and only wished she could pick a basket down now and try the taste of pickled green peaches.

However, the urgent matter was these overly full and round watermelons in the field.

Only to see the hot sun in the forest spilling down, the vines spreading over the entire hillside, compared to the sparse situation where they could go in and livestream before, it was already a sea of vines.

In the middle, round watermelons were piled up, looking from afar as if some giant bird had made a nest and laid eggs, pile after pile.

Zhang Wangjia was also confused: "Look at these watermelons, how sensible they are, just clustering in places with good sun; I didn't even move these vines."

They were so sensible themselves!

"Are they ripe?"

Qiao Qiao had just stuck the phone on, and now he chose a position, set up the stand, and stared at a round watermelon on the edge, eager to try.

Seventh Great-Uncle looked at him and also asked him with a smile:

"So anxious, do you know how to pick a watermelon?"

Qiao Qiao made a gesture of patting a watermelon: "I do! Pat it, and it's ripe." ===== CHAPTER 312 =====

Qiaoqiao made a motion like patting a watermelon: "I can! Pat it, and it'll be ripe."