Chapter 315: Is It That You Don't Like It?

They were raising too many things, and this was a worry.

Seventh Great-Uncle quickly said: "You guys have such big appetites, I think everyone has to eat one melon, how much melon skin can we use for cooking?"

"Besides, at worst, I'll thinly slice the green skin on the outside, chop it up, and feed it; it's the same."

Good heavens! This was truly not wasting anything at all!

Qiao Qiao, however, was a bit hesitant:

"But if Dawang eats watermelon, and Dabao and the others don't get to eat any, it's so unfair."

His Song Qiao Qiao was able to swim freely among the several treasures, relying on these 8 words: "Equal attention, fair and just."

"It's okay," Song Tan comforted him: "You don't need to go call Secretary Xiao Zhu, I'll send her a message."

"If you're not afraid of the heat, go pick two more melons on the mountain and share them with the treasures—by the way, the three treasures Five Six Seven, only give them a little bit. They don't do any work properly, so we have to whip them, we can't indulge them."

"Okay!"

Qiao Qiao was indeed happy.

Only Song Youde felt a bit embarrassed: "That Xiao Zhu, we call her affectionately, but she is the secretary after all. You just send a message and call her over, isn't it too casual and inappropriate..."

Song Tan pondered for a moment: "That's true, then I won't speak."

She flipped out the watermelon picture she had just taken on the mountain and sent it directly.

The next moment, only to see Secretary Xiao Zhu's full screen of exclamation marks almost flying out—

【The watermelon is ripe?! I'm coming over now!

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"Look," Song Tan smiled obediently at Song Youde:

"Grandpa, is this respectful enough?"

Song Youde: ……

……

Secretary Xiao Zhu was like being hit by some great summoning spell, clicking once and flying over.

The weather was hot, so she wore loose short sleeves and ordinary trousers, and her hair was tied up sloppily.

Entering the courtyard, she first gave a loud shout: "Is the watermelon ripe?"

"It's ripe." Song Tan didn't even lift her head.

"Where's Grandpa Song?" She really didn't treat herself as an outsider, carrying a plastic bag and swaying into the main room again:

"Grandpa Song, look what I brought you? Special supply cigarettes! Later, when the family holds the banquet, you hand one out to everyone around the table. Oh, my! For the whole banquet, you'll be the most dazzling old man!"

"What shining or not shining?"

Song Youde was very resistant in his mouth.

This was what he traded two jin of tobacco shreds for, his heart ached!

But, heartache was heartache, the hand that took the tobacco didn't fall behind at all, and he examined the carton of cigarettes carefully:

"Is this special supply? I haven't seen it before..."

And then he wrapped it up carefully in a plastic bag: "I'll put it away first, it can't get damp."

Secretary Xiao Zhu smiled, thinking: If there's a first and a second, would a third be difficult? It's just a matter of time.

She, Xiao Zhu, had plenty of time and appetite!

It's just...

"Where's the watermelon?"

She wandered around the courtyard; it was noon, and the chili sauce production was paused, but the courtyard was still permeated with a lingering chili smell.

She sniffed twice lightly, and her appetite immediately came.

But she wandered around, and still didn't see the shadow of the watermelon—

No way?

She had only run over for a few minutes, and the melon skin had already been gnawed clean?

Zhang Yanping was sitting in the corridor, resting his chin on his hands, looking like a stone statue of a waiting wife, and said listlessly: "It's soaking in the well."

"Actually, I don't mind if the melon isn't cold enough, as long as it's sweet enough, right..." He muttered.

Secretary Xiao Zhu subconsciously swallowed her saliva: "Actually, I don't mind either—is the watermelon delicious?"

"Delicious!"

Zhang Yanping was full of energy: "I've never eaten such a delicious melon in my life!"

"Secretary Xiao Zhu, do you want to buy a few? Tan Tan's price isn't high today, 20 a jin."

This melon that was about to flood the streets, and it was still 20 a jin? Zhu Jun thought it was really expensive!

But!

Who told her grandfather to have a lot?

Especially during this period, there was a lot! Money was no object!

So she also asked: "Can this melon still be mailed? If so, I'll buy 20 first."

Song Tan thought for a moment: "Express delivery is fine, I can pick ones that aren't so ripe."

She thought for a moment: "I'm going to the city to sell melons this afternoon, just in time to take yours and send them out. Just give me the address."

"Okay!" Zhu Jun was also straightforward: "Pick a few big ones for me this afternoon."

Hoping, hoping, looking forward to it, Qiao finally returned from the mountain, and more than half an hour had passed.

Seeing that it was almost time to make lunch, Zhang Yanping finally couldn't bear it: "How much longer does it need to soak in the well?"

"Well water chills slowly..." Seventh Great-Uncle subconsciously answered, and then thought about it: "It should be fine."

It hadn't entered summer yet, and the temperature wasn't that exaggerated.

As soon as this was said, without Song Tan getting up, Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun, the two big men, ran faster than rabbits!

Target—the well!

The two of them brought back the two baskets, and their clothes and trousers were all wet.

But it was summer, and in the courtyard, it would dry as soon as it was exposed to the sun and blown by the wind, so no one cared.

Everyone sat around the square table in the courtyard, like children in kindergarten waiting to share fruit.

The taste of this watermelon was too good, Seventh Great-Uncle didn't even use his kitchen knives, but instead flipped out a long watermelon knife from his knife rack.

He picked a big one and washed it, and then, as soon as the blade touched the watermelon skin, the melon in front of him made a familiar "crack" sound and split open obediently.

He laughed: "Tan Tan, your family's melons are all quite sensible."

Song Youde also laughed: "Tan Tan, when you go to the city to deliver melons this afternoon, you must lay the straw thick, otherwise I'm afraid that after a bump, they'll all burst in the car."

Song Tan imagined the scene and felt her scalp tingle.

Wu Lan, however, pondered: "When you take them over, don't sell them all, leave three or five, and send them to your maternal grandmother's house when you come back. It's been a long time."

"Okay!"

There was work to do at home every day, and although it wasn't as busy as spring, they couldn't be idle.

Besides, the uncle's family was also busy tidying up tea leaves and the like; during the busy farming season, no one would be idle to visit relatives, so Song Tan agreed immediately.

And then she looked at Zhang Yanping: "Are you going to the city with me this afternoon? I'll send a few melons to my aunt too."

Zhang Yanping shivered all over, remembering the fear of being dominated by his mother's nagging again, and now he shook his head wildly while his mouth was full of watermelon, and the juice was about to splash onto Xin Jun's arm, making him pull his stool away in disgust.

"Not going!" He resisted: "You can send melons, but don't chat! Otherwise, once you start chatting, you can run away, but I have to answer my mother's phone..."

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Zhang Yanping had lingering fears.

Zhu Jun looked at him, saw his sturdy arms from his dark face, and then thought thoughtfully:

"I think you have a flexible mind and a sturdy build, if you take the civil service exam... you have a great advantage in going to the countryside! Why don't you take it? Is it that you don't like it?" ===== CHAPTER 316 =====