Chapter 318

The pickup truck traveled slowly along the mountain road. Song Tan was driving steadily, while Qiaoqiao had a cloth bag slung across his chest, containing 4 washed cucumbers and two large bottles of water.

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Besides the seatbelt, there was an old-fashioned rubber band across his chest, tied in a tight knot diagonally from his shoulder to his waist. He couldn't carry his Zero Ultraman, which was a meter tall, on his back, so he had to move it to the front to hold it.

That posture was like a hero holding his sword, looking exceptionally cocky.

The car suddenly hit a bump.

Qiaoqiao immediately turned his head nervously to look: "Sister, will our watermelons be bumped and broken?"

"It's fine," Song Tan comforted him: "Didn't you line the bottom with thick straw? It's steady."

The straw pile was brought back from her eldest uncle's house at the beginning of the year. Now it's used in the pigsty, the chicken coop, and the doghouse, and it's almost all used up.

Today, to haul this truckload of watermelons, they grabbed more than half of what was left. After changing the bedding in the pigsty twice more, the straw will be gone.

But Song Tan isn't worried, because the rice in the fields is almost ripe, and by then they can keep up the supply, which is quite perfect.

"But there's no straw on top. What if they break?"

Qiaoqiao was still worried.

"It doesn't matter," seeing a large sum of money about to be deposited, Song Tan was exceptionally patient now:

"Even if they break, we can take them to the vegetable market and let everyone taste whether this melon is worth it."

"But, but..."

Qiaoqiao hugged the Ultraman to his chest, feeling nervous now: "But if that happens, will we lose money? Building a house takes a lot, a lot of money, right?"

Oh my, the little guy knows how to worry now!

Song Tan said softly: "It won't."

"Think about it, when we sell vegetables at the market, don't those aunts and grandmas like you very much? If a watermelon breaks, just treat it as Qiaoqiao treating everyone to a taste—would you be unwilling?"

Put that way, it seemed to make a lot of sense.

Qiaoqiao indeed calmed down again.

Little did he know, Song Tan carefully avoided a pothole, but sighed inwardly—

Secretary Xiao Zhu is always thinking about developing the countryside, but before developing, can she first think of a way to get some money to fix the road?

It's in such a dilapidated state that even delivering a watermelon is nerve-wracking; how can one develop it!

But she just sighed, knowing clearly: without reliable projects, funding isn't that easy to get. No wonder she kept urging herself to grow bigger and stronger!

Fortunately, this stretch of road wasn't long. In less than half an hour, they reached the main road, and Song Tan finally felt a sense of smooth sailing.

The little pickup truck roared along, heading toward the city.

At the riverside market, on such a hot day, the vegetable vendors had just set up their stalls, and logically, it should have been deserted. But crowds were still gradually starting to form by the roadside.

Old Zhao, the vegetable peddler, was also mingling in the crowd, strolling left and right, when he was stopped by the boss who was still guarding the freshness cabinet waiting to sell braised goods:

"Old Zhao, didn't you sell out of everything this afternoon? Why are you still wandering around the market? What, looking to change your storefront?"

"I'm not changing."

Old Zhao said with exceptional pride: that little storefront of his, don't look down on it; there's parking at the back door, and an open space in front to park his electric scooter, which is just right for someone like him who only works half a day!

Customers come, pick up their goods, and leave—how simple! No need to haggle, no need to waste breath, and he spends most of the day strolling around...

This life is truly too decadent.

"Then why are you wandering around here? Isn't it hot?"

The braised goods boss was curious.

It's hot, of course it's hot. Old Zhao smiled: "The girl who sold vegetables before is coming to sell watermelons this afternoon, so I ordered 10. Look, I even brought my cart. Tonight, I'll send two to the old folks at home and two to my wife's family."

Good heavens!

The braised goods boss gasped: "You're really generous! The things that little girl sells aren't cheap. Do you know how much the Kirin melons at the boutique downstairs cost? 8.8 yuan per jin!"

He said indignantly: "I'll be damned if I eat that! In a few days, there will be plenty of roadside stalls selling them for two yuan a jin!"

Old Zhao:...

If you want to talk like that, this conversation can't continue.

He could only pretend to be nonchalant and say: "20."

The braised goods boss was stunned: "20 for one? That's not expensive..."

He also started to feel tempted; after all, since her business is doing so well, he also wanted to taste just how delicious it is...

But.

Looking at Old Zhao's shifting gaze, a thought popped into his head with a crack—

"It's not 20 yuan per jin, is it?"

Old Zhao gave a dry smile: "New product feedback price, it's actually quite a good deal..."

He also felt a pang of heartache, but just thinking about the taste of the vegetables at home these days—

I mean, what is money for? One has to enjoy it!

He had calmed his mind, but the braised goods boss hadn't.

He had been selling braised goods here for ten or twenty years; when had he ever eaten a watermelon that cost 20 yuan per jin?

Even in the dead of winter, it was only 9.9 yuan!

Wait, why did he use "only"? 9.9 yuan is also super expensive, okay!

The braised goods boss took a deep breath and decided to withdraw from this battlefield.

But as he left, he looked back and found that the crowd wasn't just those aunts anymore; even the young people were slowly gathering—

Damn it!

His braised goods were clearly so fragrant, the rich aroma wafting all around, yet this group of people acted as if their sense of smell had failed, not one of them even took an extra look!

—Why are the vegetables others grow so popular?!

Thinking of this, his heart, which had cooled down, began to stir again, and he couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and look forward.

And just at this moment, suddenly, a shout was heard from the crowd: "The truck is here!"

Good heavens, like catching a train, everyone quickly crowded over there.

By the time Song Tan parked the pickup truck and got out, the people in front had already skillfully formed a long line.

Song Tan was helpless and had to raise her voice: "Those who ordered in advance, line up over here!"

She pointed in Qiaoqiao's direction.

"The money paid before was calculated based on 5 jin, with refunds for overpayment and charges for underpayment. Sorry about that."

She smiled very honestly, very sincerely, and very simply: "After all, it's the first time selling, and I was afraid that if I picked too many, they wouldn't sell, so it seems a bit troublesome."

In fact, she was just being lazy at home and didn't want to weigh them in advance.

The young girl in the front of the line looked at her with a sense of "you're hopeless": "You can't do it like this!"

Song Tan:??? What can't I do?

"You have to have confidence! What does farming rely on?"

Song Tan:...

Spiritual energy?

But the girl said decisively: "It relies on that bit of confidence!"

"Your family's things are so good, how could they not sell out!"

Having said that, she skillfully stood in front of Qiaoqiao and stretched out her finger: "Can I pick the two biggest ones? I'll pay the difference."