Some brigades are also growing watermelons, but the quantity is small, and many families can't even get one.

After waiting for a while, a young man passed by and saw her watermelon. He took out one, put his ear close to it, and patted it with his hand. "How much is this watermelon?"

Meng Zhiyu held up three fingers, "Three Mao."

The man looked at the other items and held up his finger, making a two sign. "Two cents, I'll take them all."

Meng Zhiyu naturally agreed. The original quotation of 30 cents was to give room for price reduction. "Okay."

The man waved to the front, "Erhei."

Meng Zhiyu turned around and saw a dark and strong man running towards him. He shouted to the man, "Brother Shitou."

Shitou nodded and said, "I want all these watermelons. You are responsible for taking them back."

Erhei responded and turned away. When Meng Zhiyu took out a beam scale to weigh the items, Erhei came back with a large scale in his hand, about half a meter high and half a meter long.

Meng Zhiyu silently put her small beam scale back. Shitou looked at her and said, "Sister, go up and stand on it and check the scale."

This was to let her see if the scale was accurate. Meng Zhiyu smiled innocently, "Brother Shitou, just weigh it. We are all doing business here, so we will definitely not do anything rash."

These melons are all about the same size, and she knows how heavy each one is.

Shitou was delighted when he heard this, and patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I, Shitou, have been here for a long time. You can rest assured when doing business with me."

A watermelon weighs about four pounds, and there are eighteen watermelons in total, which costs about fourteen yuan.

Erhei finished weighing the weight and said, "Brother Shitou, it's 76 kilograms in total."

Shitou calculated and said, "Sister, seventy-six pounds is two cents per pound, which is fifteen dollars and twenty cents. Do the math, is that correct?"

Meng Zhiyu nodded, "Yes, that's the number."

Shitou took out a wad of money and counted out fifteen dollars and two cents. "Sister, count it and see if it's correct."

Meng Zhiyu glanced at it and said, "Logarithm."

Shitou smiled and took out two backpacks from somewhere. "Girl, I won't bother with that anymore. How about I switch with you?"

Meng Zhiyu naturally had no objection. They were all backpacks anyway, so there was no difference.

After they left, Meng Zhiyu also walked out of the grove with his backpack and strolled around casually. The sun was already high at this time, so he took out the big hat he had brought with him and put it on.

After making sure that there was no problem, he found a deserted place, covered the basket with rags, and walked to the black market near the hospital carrying the empty basket.

He still had to find an empty seat before secretly taking out the watermelon and putting it in his backpack. He then read medical books in the library while waiting for customers.

"How much is this watermelon?" Meng Zhiyu looked up, the corners of his mouth that had just curved up paused, and looked at Zhang Yang who was asking the price. What a coincidence?

Then he quickly smiled and quoted the price, "Twenty-five cents."

I thought he would bargain anyway, but he clapped his hands and quickly picked up two melons, saying, "Weigh them."

I don't know if she's bad at bargaining or if she's not short of money, but she didn't say anything. She took out a big bag, put the two watermelons in it, and weighed them on a beam scale. "A total of six pounds and two ounces, so I'll count it as six pounds, one dollar and fifty cents."

Zhang Yang paid the money, put the melon into his backpack, nodded to her, and turned to leave.

What does it mean to nod to her? Did he recognize her?

"Wangcai, do you recognize me?" Meng Zhiyu asked, grabbing her long braid.

Wangcai nodded proudly, "Of course, even if the host turned into ashes, Wangcai would be able to recognize him."

Good lie down!

Since she asked the wrong person, she simply took out a small mirror the size of her palm and secretly put it behind the backpack to look at herself.

She looks like a country girl, especially her thick eyebrows and lips. Even her mother couldn't recognize her. Maybe she was too sensitive and overthinking.