Fu Song blinked his eyes: "You don't even have a scale at home, do you?

You'll be at a disadvantage if you sell watermelons this way."

He was telling the truth. These watermelons weighed as little as twelve or thirteen kilograms and as much as sixteen or seventeen kilograms.

Thirty cents per pound was already cheap enough, and now that it’s sold like this, it’s only twenty cents per pound at most.

The little girl blushed and said, "Of course I have a scale at home, but I have to go to school after selling the watermelons, so it's inconvenient to carry a scale with me."

Fu Song was stunned: "Go to school, are you sure?"

It's already afternoon, so even if you want to go to school, you should leave in the morning.

The little girl smiled and said, "I go to junior high school, and students need to live on campus.

Today is the weekend, I usually go there in the evening and go home on Friday when I have a day off."

Fu Song suddenly realized something. He looked at the 20 yuan in his hand and asked, "So this is your living expenses for a week?"

The little girl nodded and said, "My mom has no money, so she asked me to sell watermelons to earn some money for tuition."

For some reason, Fu Song's nose felt a little sore.

20 yuan for 5 days, which means only 4 yuan a day.

These days, 4 yuan can only buy a bowl of porridge, right?

After thinking for a while, he took out all the change in his pocket, counted it and it was exactly 134, and then stuffed it all into the little girl's hands.

The little girl was obviously a little panicked: "It won't cost so much money!"

Fu Song glared at her and said, "Why can't I spend so much money?

Each of your seven watermelons weighs 15 kilograms.

If you add one piece, it’s not a lot, but it’s at least 100 kilograms.

I am from another place, and others can sell it to me for 1.5 yuan per kilogram, so why can't you?

Now I give you 134, and I'm still taking advantage of you?"

The little girl was about to refuse when she heard a voice say, "Le Le, just take the money Mr. Fu gave you. Don't be polite to him.

Besides, didn’t he say this? You deserve it.”

It was Jiao Yucheng.

The little girl named Lele smiled brightly when she saw him: "Uncle Jiao, you're here!"