Chapter 316: Not Even as Good as a Dog's Gnawing

What a conscience-less question!

Zhang Yanping was simply dumbfounded—did he look like he had the bearing of a provincial committee member? Why was everyone asking about the civil service exam!

Therefore, he also asked with a serious face: "Secretary Xiao Zhu, if I take the civil service exam, can you guarantee that I'll be assigned to our village?"

Who could guarantee that?

Secretary Xiao Zhu immediately stopped talking.

Zhang Yanping trembled: "Look! You also know how hard it is to live after leaving this village, right? I'm living a good life now, why should I go take the civil service exam? What am I after?"

"Am I after eating poorly and having more things to do elsewhere?"

Zhu Jun: ……Damn it!

What he said actually made so much sense!

Looking at the watermelon in her hand again, her old Zhu family's previous life... ah no, this life, was definitely protected by ancestors!

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So she took a bite of the crisp and sweet melon pulp, and then skipped this topic. She actively greeted everyone: "Eat melon, eat melon!"

The courtyard was silent.

After a while, Xin Jun suddenly laughed "pfft," and then one after another, the whole courtyard rang with everyone's happy laughter.

And Song Tan took this opportunity to say: "Since we're sending melons, I'll send a few to my uncle and aunt too; anyway, I'm going to the city today, so I'll solve it in one trip."

"However, leave some for me for dinner, I'm not used to eating outside."

Qiao Qiao leaned over expectantly:

"Sister, are you taking me today? I want to carry my Ultraman, he hasn't seen the outside sky yet."

What outside sky? Aren't they all under the same sky?

Song Tan was speechless and curious: "How are you going to carry it?"

Qiao Qiao became proud:

"Grandpa has the long johns I wore when I was little, I'll take the elastic band off, tie it to Zero, and I can carry it on my back."

"The power of the M78 Nebula will make me a strong man in the light, I can hold two melons!"

Song Tan sneered: "I can hold 4!"

Qiao Qiao was anxious: "I can hold 6!"

Song Tan: ……Forget it, if you hold 6, I'm afraid you'll smash my melons!

Whether it's Tiga or Zero, as long as he doesn't buy melons, he's not a good Ultraman!

"Fine, fine, go, go."

Song Tan quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Mom, take out that electronic scale, I'll put it in the car later."

It had been a long time since she sold anything, and even if she sold things, she didn't use a scale, so she almost forgot.

"Take what?" Wu Lan wasn't stingy at all now: "We still need it to weigh tea leaves tonight. You're going to the city anyway, just buy one on the way. It won't be missing."

Fine.

Song Tan nodded and started to calculate—

Send 3 melons to Aunt's house, 6 to Great-Uncle's, and send 3 more to Aunt's.

As for Uncle... it didn't look right to send only one without saying it in front of Grandpa, but sending it was necessary, so send one!

By the way, also prepare Uncle psychologically—Grandpa is going to renovate the old house, this good son of his must prepare some money!

In this way, leaving 13 melons was enough.

……

And at this moment, everyone had finished gnawing a watermelon, and they still hadn't had enough.

Seventh Great-Uncle looked at the big eaters one by one, and now he cut another one without hesitation.

This one looked reserved, and didn't take the initiative to crack when the knife touched it.

However, when he cut it halfway down, it also made a "crack" sound.

Everyone slurped and ate three melons in total, and seeing that it was almost time for lunch, Seventh Great-Uncle stopped them.

"Are you all full? Don't go, help me peel the watermelon skin, scrape off the melon pulp you gnawed, and then peel off the green skin on the outside."

Actually, like this, it would be more convenient to slice the melon pulp out with a knife before eating.

But they all said that eating it like this had no soul, and they had to hold a big piece and gnaw it until their faces were full of juice.

Anyway, it didn't matter if lunch was early or late, so Seventh Great-Uncle let them be.

But now he regretted it—

"Look at how you gnawed this melon skin, pitted and bumpy, not even as good as a dog's gnawing! How much will be left after peeling it later?"

Song Tan looked twice and found it was truly... not even as good as a dog's gnawing.

Honestly, Dawang ate much more neatly.

Zhang Yanping was still holding a small knife in his hand, and now looking at the thin layer of melon skin, he also fell into silence.

Originally, this melon skin was thin, and after being gnawed into a mess by them, it had to be peeled off a part, and the green skin on the outside also had to be peeled off.

No matter how cautious they were, only two or three millimeters remained in their hands.

Everyone looked at each other.

Finally, Xin Jun suggested—

"Then... should we eat two more melons?"

"This time, slice the pulp off first."

Good heavens!

With these 5 melons in their stomachs, were they going to eat lunch or not?

Seventh Great-Uncle didn't know how to evaluate them.

"Mainly because you gnawed it too miserably. If there's red pulp left on top, it doesn't matter if it's thin, I can make watermelon sugar, it's chewy and sweet, even more delicious than winter melon sugar."

"If there's no red pulp, only white pulp, that can be made into sauce watermelon, and can even be stir-fried directly with our family's green chili beef sauce—if that doesn't work, stir-frying a watermelon skin meat shreds at noon is also delicious."

"Now..."

The little old man looked at the basin of miserable watermelon skin on the ground and finally sighed:

"Better feed it to the pigs."

After thinking, he finally instructed:

"Next time you eat melon, slice the pulp off for me first. Even if it's not enough for a basin, even if it's enough for a plate, I'll let you taste the flavor by mixing it cold first!"

Slurp!

Just saying that, who could hold back?

Song Youde felt his stomach growling even at his age, and he looked left and right; they were all strong young men and strong laborers, and their own watermelons were small—

"How about... eat two more?"

"Yes, Seventh Great-Uncle!"

Song Sancheng also felt he hadn't eaten enough, and now he said reasonably: "This watermelon is all water, it shakes twice in the stomach and it's gone, eating two more won't affect lunch!"

And then he looked left and right, and saw Qiao Qiao on the side: "Qiao Qiao hasn't learned this dish yet, then you have to give him a chance, right?"

Good heavens, Qiao Qiao was just waiting for this watermelon skin technique, right?

Seventh Great-Uncle said irritably: "Eat, eat, I'll slice the pulp off first this time—by the way, what kind do you want for lunch? Stir-fried or cold-mixed?"

That must be cold-mixed watermelon skin!

Seventh Great-Uncle hummed, and with a wave of his hand, he cut two more melons, divided them into eight petals, and then sliced the melon pulp off smoothly.

Only to see the emerald green outer skin, about five millimeters of white pulp, and two or three millimeters of red pulp on top, even and smooth.

Zhu Jun looked and suddenly sighed:

"Song Tan, when you planted watermelons, why didn't you plant some thick-skinned ones?"

Song Tan: ……

This was a good question.

Why didn't she plant thick-skinned ones?

Because no one who plants watermelons loves to plant thick-skinned ones!!!

Besides, with the fullness of her mountain watermelons, even if there were thick skins, they would be stretched open by this sturdy and full fruit pulp! ===== CHAPTER 317 =====