"Good stuff, good stuff!"

When the others saw him drinking watermelon wine so happily, they quickly stepped back.

They were afraid that Rezak would suddenly fall to the ground while drinking, and then he would blackmail them.

After staring at him for a long time, they found that the guy was still alive and kicking, so they couldn't help but surround him again.

Rezak poured them each a cup and said, "Try it, everyone. I guarantee you will never forget it for the rest of your life."

But everyone was still hesitant.

Rezak suddenly became anxious: "Why don't you drink? You don't trust me, right? You don't know, I..."

He told Fu Song everything that had happened to him.

Suddenly someone interrupted, "Wait, you said that besides Mr. Fu, the person who saved you was also Bronya?"

"Yes!" Rezak's face was full of pride, "Ms. Bronya also highly praises watermelon wine.

Unfortunately, I finished that bottle, and Bronya felt regretful for a long time! "

"Really? Then I must try it."

After saying this, a black man picked up a glass and drank it all.

The next moment, his expression changed. He licked the wine with his tongue, his face full of intoxication: "This stuff is so delicious."

Another person also picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "Wow, even holy water is only like this, right?

I felt a refreshing coolness moving from my throat into my stomach, and then flowing to every part of my body.

The most important thing is that it is not as strong as an iced drink, but the cooling effect can last for a long time in the body."

After saying that, he looked at Fu Song and said, "Give me fifty boxes first, no, one hundred boxes. I want to take them back and sell them as drinks."

Then the third person, the fourth person...

After tasting the food, they all seemed to be possessed and asked Fu Song for orders.

Fu Song quickly said, "I'm sorry, everyone. I didn't bring much watermelon wine this time, and it's specifically for the event. I don't plan to sell it."

"What? An event? It's such a waste to use such a good thing for an event."

"Yeah, why not sell it? I can sell you as much as you want."

“That’s right…”

Fu Song wanted to explain, but no matter what he said, everyone still insisted on their own opinions.

They didn't stop until Fu Song promised that a batch of goods would be delivered as soon as possible for retail.

After everyone dispersed, Tang Bing couldn't help but pick up a bottle of watermelon wine and took a sip.

Then his face was full of confusion: "Although this thing tastes good, it's not much better than the drinks on the market?

Isn’t the reaction of these Africans too exaggerated? "

Unexpectedly, Fu Song smiled calmly: "That's just your feeling. Africans do prefer watermelon wine."

"Why?"

Fu Song did not explain, but asked: "Do you know what the people of Bashu like to eat the most?"

"Hot pot, of course."

"What's the reason?"

"The climate there is damp and cold, so we need spicy food to dispel the dampness."

Fu Song nodded: "That's right, the local environment and climate shape the local people.

In fact, this is not only the case in the Bashu area, but also across the country.

In dry climates, food is salty; in hot and humid climates, food is sweet; in humid climates, food is spicy.

There is little rain in central Shandong and Northeast China all year round, so pickles are very popular here.

Coastal areas such as Shanghai, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Guangdong are relatively humid and hot, and people there prefer light, sweet and fragrant foods.

Do you know why Shanxi people love to drink vinegar? "

"Why?"

"Because it's located on the Loess Plateau, the soil contains a lot of calcium. To prevent stones, we can only use vinegar to neutralize it."

"Ah... this seems to make sense."

“It’s like this in our country, and it’s actually similar abroad.

Africa is located near the equator, where the heat is extremely hot all year round, and the locals are naturally prone to heatiness.

Watermelon is refreshing and heat-relieving, especially when brewed with the addition of watermelon rind, which is even more potent.

Africans feel about watermelon wine similarly to the way Sichuanese feel about chili peppers.

It’s a typical example of ‘the encounter between golden wind and jade dew is more precious than anything else in the world.’”

Tang Bing immediately gave Fu Song a thumbs up: "Amazing, you are indeed a cultured person. What you said sounded like the truth. I almost believed it."

Fu Song: “…”

*

Zhongzhou, Bianliang.

Similar to Jieqiao Village in northern Shaanxi, the Bianliang area is also a large watermelon-growing area.

Guo Youchui looked at the tractor's cargo bed full of melons, his face full of worry.

The price of watermelon was good last year, and with his careful care, the six acres of land produced nearly 60,000 kilograms of watermelon.

Most of these watermelons were sold at a price of 1.5 yuan per catty. Even though the price dropped later, they were still sold for 80,000 yuan.

Having tasted the sweetness, Guo Youchui immediately expanded the planting area today, and the six acres of land instantly became fifteen acres.

As a result, you grow watermelons and I grow watermelons, but the watermelons haven't even matured yet and the price has already fallen below 50 cents.

Now they are sold directly locally in batches, and the price is as low as 1.5 cents.

One and a half cents...one dollar and fifty cents, the difference is ten times.

Many melon seeds are simply left to rot in the ground.

But Guo Youchui couldn't do that.

With fifteen acres of land, even if there are not 150,000 kilograms of watermelons, there will definitely be 120,000 or 130,000 kilograms.

It hurts to throw him away, but it hurts even more to sell him cheaply.

So Guo Youchui decided to listen to his neighbor and pull a cart of melons to Zhongzhou City to try to sell them.

It is said that the retail price there is one yuan per pound.

It takes about four hours to drive a tractor from here to Zhongzhou. Guo Youchui and his wife set off at three in the morning. When they arrived at their destination, the sun was already high in the sky.

As soon as I stopped at the entrance of a residential complex, an old lady came up and asked, "How much are the watermelons?"

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