Old Liang's face turned green when he saw the handful of bills in Wan Feng's hand. He didn't understand which kid had so much money.

"Are you going to sell it or not? If you don't, I'm leaving."

Of course Lao Liangtou sold it. Isn’t it Wang An who doesn’t want money?

Old Liang turned around and went into the garden and picked three melons.

He peeled the melon with a knife, brought it to his mouth and took a bite.

First, it was crisp, with a slight crunching sound when the melon flesh entered the mouth. Secondly, it was sweet, very sweet! This was a natural sweetness, fundamentally different from the cantaloupes that Wan Feng had eaten in his previous life that had been saccharin-infused.

It just rained.

After the rain, the sweetness of fruits and melons on the trees or on the vines will be greatly affected. The sweetness of some fruits will temporarily disappear and become "sour" and tasteless.

It turns out that the melons that Old Liang has been growing for a lifetime are really sweet. The melons are so sweet after the rain. If it doesn’t rain, will they be so sweet that your teeth will fall off?

The last advantage of his melon is that it has fewer seeds and more flesh.

Among the cantaloupes, the melons grown by Lao Liangtou are absolutely the best.

Wan Feng finished two of them in a row, and couldn't eat the last one.

"How much is one pound?"

"Three points."

"Ah! So expensive! Old man, you're not bullying me because I'm a child and I don't know how to count, are you?"

Old Liang snorted coldly: "This is the price at the market. I sell it for five cents at the market."

The price was very reasonable, the old man was not lying, the fruit was only about five cents per pound at that time.

"Pick me the two-cent ones, the good ones." He said as he threw out two cents.

Old Liang went back into the garden and soon picked more than ten melons and weighed them.

"These are seven pounds of melons. I'll give you two cents for them."

How can I take this home without even a plastic bag?

Wan Feng thought about it, took off his clothes, tied his sleeves and put the melon inside.

"Old man, how many melons can your melon field produce?" Wan Feng didn't leave but started chatting.

"A few thousand kilograms."

"Ah! Holy shit, five cents a pound, old man, you must be making hundreds of dollars a year! You're such a rich guy!"

"That's not an exaggeration. If I were to sell all these melons by myself, I wouldn't be able to sell more than a thousand kilograms in a full season."

"And the rest?"

"It's all rotten in the ground!"

Oh my god, what a waste! This old man is so stubborn that he can't sell it. Why do you grow so much?

"Old man, I'm going to buy some melons from you and sell them. Can you give me a discount?"

"Ah? You want to sell melons?"

"Why don't you think I look like him?" Wan Feng asked back.

"Of course not. You don't look like a melon vendor at all."

"Old man! I'm not kidding you, I'm serious. I'll come pick up the goods tomorrow morning."

Seeing that Wan Feng didn't look like he was joking, Old Liang asked, "Are you really going to sell melons?"

"I'm doing this to help you share your worries, so you have to give me the best price."

"There's no discount, the price out of the park is three cents."

"I'm taking three cents and making two cents. Am I too idle to do anything? You can't sell the melons yourself anyway, so if I help you sell some, you'll earn extra money. Think carefully about the cost."

Old Liang thought for a moment and said, "Two cents a pound can't be any less."

"One cent and a half! I can help you sell at least 100 kilograms, and I'll keep selling them until the melons are gone. How do you think?"

It only takes half a month and twenty days to grow a crop of melons from the opening of the garden to the arrival of the pots and the end of the harvest. He can be said to have found a new way to make money this summer vacation.

Old Liang thought for a minute and said helplessly, "You, you idiot, have calculated that my melons will rot if I don't sell them. It's really heartless of you to bully an old man like me."

"Old man! This is a win-win situation for both of us. You can sell at least a dozen more melons from this crop, and I can make thirty or twenty more. Isn't that a win-win for everyone? How could I bully you? Give me a few more melons."

"What! I didn't even charge you for the two you ate and the one you didn't, and you still want to take advantage of me, an old man?"

"Don't be so angry. The word 'willing to give up' is good. How can you gain anything if you don't give up?"

Old Liang walked into the yard angrily, picked a few more melons, and threw them in front of Wan Feng in a bad mood.

"Old man! If you're angry tomorrow morning, I'll come at 6:30. You should give me 60 kilograms first. Be good and don't fool me with some weird stuff. I'm leaving."

Wan Feng picked up the clothes full of cantaloupes, put them on his shoulders and walked towards the north.

It took Wan Feng more than ten minutes to walk down the mountain ridge and finally reach his grandma's house. It was already around four o'clock in the afternoon.

When grandma heard that the cantaloupe was bought, she sighed: "What a waste of money, you bought cantaloupe to eat, you spendthrift bastard, if your mother were here she would definitely beat you up."

Wan Feng naturally couldn't refute what grandma said. He just laughed and found two long baskets from grandma's house.

It is an oval-shaped basket.

The basket was covered in dust and cobwebs; it had been who knows how long it had been since it was used.

This thing was woven with willow branches and could not be washed with water, so Wan Feng wiped it tirelessly with a rag, and he didn't finish until his uncle and aunt had finished work.

"Why did you take it out?" Zhu Ping asked curiously.

"Doing business."

"What are you going to tinker with now?" Zhu Ping squatted down beside Wan Feng.

"Want to know?"

"Of course!" Zhu Ping now admires his nephew from the bottom of his heart, so he is interested in knowing what Wan Feng is tinkering with.

"If you want to know, clean that basket for me."

"What! Ordering your uncle to do work? Hey, hey! I'm your uncle." Zhu Ping refused to do it.

"What's wrong, uncle? Do you want to do it? If not, I won't tell you."

"My nephew who is under-educated." That was the case, but Zhu Ping still picked up a rag slightly dampened with water and began to wipe the other basket.

After more than ten minutes of work, the uncle and nephew finally wiped the pair of baskets clean until they looked like new.

"Now you can figure out what you're going to do with this basket."

"Selling something."

"What is it?"

"I won't tell you."

Zhu Ping rolled his eyes, thinking that his work was in vain.

At this time, grandpa also came back from work, and it was time for dinner.

The staple food for dinner is corn porridge, and the side dish is stewed potatoes with beans.

After dinner, grandma brought out a basin of washed cantaloupe and placed it heavily on the dining table.

"Where did it come from?" Zhu Ping asked.

"The prodigal son bought it." Grandma said unhappily.

Zhu Ping didn't care who was the prodigal son, he just picked one up and ate it.

He took a bite and exclaimed, "Lao Liangtou's melon!"

Holy crap! Lao Liangtou’s melon is so famous that my uncle knew it was Lao Liangtou’s melon the moment he took a bite.

"Hey, uncle! Tell me the truth, how many times have you stolen Old Liang's melons?"

Zhu Ping laughed as soon as this question came out: "Haha! I think I stole a few times before, but I haven't stolen anything in recent years, really!"

Bullshit, it would be weird if I believed it.