Chapter 85: Sneaky Men

In the pitch-black night, bright stars twinkled; although the village-to-village roads were no longer smooth, for country people, walking such night roads was no burden.

The siblings led Dawang forward, feeling exceptionally quiet, and insects even started calling in the grass.

Qiao Qiao blew a bubble with a "puff," which was as big as a fist!

He turned his head in surprise, his cross-eyed gaze fixed on the bubble, calling Song Tan to come and see with a "woo-woo-woo," and even Dawang curiously leaned over and sniffed it with its nose.

"Pop!"

The bubble burst.

It was stuck on his lips, cheeks, and philtrum, making him rub for a long time before he frustratedly spat out the remaining bubble gum.

Song Tan couldn't help but laugh!

"By the way, Qiao Qiao," she suddenly remembered:

"Didn't you buy the bubble gum for Brother Yanping? Why did you unwrap it first?"

Only hearing Qiao Qiao say righteously: "Brother doesn't work seriously, can't give a lot. If he pulls grass faster than me tomorrow, he can be rewarded with a piece."

Song Tan:...

Then this piece of bubble gum was too precious.

Zhang Yanping probably hadn't eaten such a piece of bubble gum for ten or twenty years.

Think of him studying hard, thousands of troops and horses, graduating from a 211... now, just for such a piece of bubble gum, he came to the mountains to be a farmer.

His Uncle Song Sancheng was waving a hoe in front, and the hardened mud ground was like shortbread, clattering into a ditch.

Look at himself again, although he was also digging on the other side, he had only just opened a one-meter ditch, and had to be pointed out by his uncle that the ditch wasn't deep enough... while the other side had already dug ten meters!

He really couldn't help it and made a video call to his own mother:

"Mom, look at me, look at the work your son is doing now, does your heart ache?"

However, his own mother was worthy of being his own mother, only hearing Wu Fang's surprised "Oh my!"—

"Son, going to the village was indeed useful. Look, your skin is fair, and your dark circles are gone!"

How is this possible?

Zhang Yanping refused to believe it.

Although because he did a lot of work during the day and had no entertainment at night, he did sleep very early and ate very well... but this couldn't cover up the fact that today was only the morning of his third day in the countryside.

Zhang Yanping turned the camera over and looked at himself:

Oh, it's all because his phone is too good; now video calls also have beauty effects.

He said speechlessly: "Mom, this is phone beauty."

"What beauty?" Wu Fang glanced at him: "When you used beauty before, the color under your eyes was different, blue-black and blue-black."

"No wonder no one in the entire wholesale market is willing to introduce a partner to you. Just look at you, child, not working, no future, and still weak!"

It could be said to be an all-around blow.

There seemed to be someone coming to wholesale fruit in front, and she soon became impatient, so she perfunctorily said: "Son, work hard, ask your aunt to cook more good food for you, look at how you've raised this..."

"Beep—" The video call hung up.

Zhang Yanping had nowhere to turn for help, and now when he turned his head, he saw his uncle had already opened a large area of ditches!

He had to resign himself to picking up the hoe and then opening it to the side.

Look at the pile of Cherokee rose hips piled by the tree again; the root system of this thing is very developed, with many long fibrous roots, so compared to digging holes, opening ditches is more convenient.

Zhang Yanping thought: If I had known that I had to plant these flower seedlings myself after exchanging them, I would have recommended my cousin to use that kind of net with iron thorns!

Look at the uncle who was silent on the side, only holding a large sledgehammer, banging and banging, using those thick tree branches as pillars and ramming them into the ground to support the fence...

He looked at the soft meat on his arms and legs and thought: If I had known, I might as well have gone to pull grass!

The Chinese milk vetch was also about time.

At this moment, several flower fields already had flower buds about to bloom.

Picking a few to fry with vegetables to eat is no problem. If too many bloom, the vegetables will get old and can't be sold anymore.

However, this time was also within Song Tan's estimation, so she didn't panic, just picked an extra fifty jin this morning.

When they arrived at the vegetable market, the aunts surrounded them.

Only hearing Qiao Qiao say seriously: "It will be gone soon, everyone who wants to pickle vegetables and make salted vegetables, start preparing now."

Oh my!

As the temperature gradually rose, everyone estimated that this Chinese milk vetch couldn't be eaten for long. Hearing this, they weren't sad, only asking: "What are you selling next?"

Honestly, eating this every day at home, it's not that they are tired of it, it's just that they always want to taste something else.

Song Tan thought for a moment: "Bok choy grows fast, come to sell bok choy in half a month, and sell the Chinese milk vetch for as long as it can be sold in the remaining time."

After the people buying Chinese milk vetch left one after another, the vegetable vendor next door looked at the cucumbers and tomatoes on his stall that were also bought along with them, and sighed:

"Fortunately, your variety is single, otherwise our entire vegetable market would be a foil."

"How can you say that?"

Song Tan disagreed: "How many vegetables can I grow alone? If they can't buy it, don't they still have to buy yours?"

Hey! This girl.

The vegetable vendor thought to himself, you might as well not explain.

But at the corner, several middle-aged men were looking over here, pointing and poking, and probing their heads.

He couldn't help but be vigilant: "I know the old man in front, he bought your vegetables, what are those people following behind doing?"

Song Tan glanced at them, and didn't recognize them either.

Looking at the empty baskets at this moment: "Maybe they are also here to buy vegetables."

"Oh my," she said half-happily and half-troubled: "Today, the preparation was still too little."

The vegetable vendor's eyes almost rolled to the sky: You brought a few baskets of grass, and those who didn't know would think everyone at home opened a ranch!

Just as they were talking, they saw several middle-aged men sneaking and sneaking over.

"Is this the house?"

"It's her! There are many good goods in her hands!"

"Too expensive..."

"There's no way even if it's expensive... I couldn't forget it after one sip..."

Several people stood there, struggling and painful, hesitating and swallowing, and didn't make up their minds to ask for a long time—

It was really because the price of one thousand yuan per liang was too high!

Finally, it was Old Sun who took the lead:

"Girl, are you still selling?"

Song Tan remembered that he was the one who bought tea leaves yesterday—sure enough, her tea leaves were worth a high price if she said they were!

Look, aren't they all here collectively?

She also smiled: "Selling."

However, before everyone's excitement could rise, she added another sentence: "Not selling in bulk now, one liang by one liang won't work."

Everyone's heart trembled instantly—one thousand yuan per liang, and ten thousand yuan per jin, it didn't sound like the same thing at all!

This price scared their pensions.

－－－－－－Author's Note－－－－－－

Hehehe, a preview: The water meter readers are on the way!

Also!

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