The land left vacant by Xu Fuqiang when he picked vegetables naturally became Xu Qingzhi's land for growing vegetables.

Wang Yanmei did not stop her. She shared the same idea as Xu Fuqiang: as long as her daughter was happy, she could plant the seeds if she wanted.

So, every day Xu Fuqiang went home to pick vegetables, and Xu Qingzhi carried a hoe and sowed vegetable seeds to plant vegetables.

I planted some water spinach, Chinese cabbage, cucumbers, tomatoes and lettuce.

The vegetable fields in front were not big enough for planting, so Xu Qingzhi went to the foot of the back mountain to open up some open space. These were all original vegetable fields, but they were left idle. They could be planted after just weeding.

But weeding itself is not an easy job.

Xu Fuqiang looked at the weeded fields and wondered in his heart when his daughter became so good at farming. If it were him, it would take him several days to do it.

Xu Qingzhi carried a hoe and wore a straw hat. He walked home in the fiery sunset and shouted, "Dad, what time is it? Is it still in time for the last bus to the county town?"

"There's still time."

Half a month later, Wang Yanmei received a call from her third aunt who was already in Kyoto.

"Third Aunt."

"Yanmei, I'm embarrassed to say this. Um, do you have any vegetables left?"

"These days, Fuqiang and Qingzhi went back to pick vegetables. I have to ask." Wang Yanmei was cooking in the kitchen. She was just one dish short. While cooking, she shouted at the top of her voice: "Come here. I want to ask you a question."

Xu Fuqiang was lying on the single sofa in the living room, playing Landlord on his mobile phone, a game that Qingzhi had taught him yesterday.

When he has nothing to do in the village, he goes out to play cards. He rarely wins or loses, but he always loses because of his poor skills. He has been in the county town these days and is a bit addicted to playing cards.

Qingzhi taught him how to play on his mobile phone so he could play at home without spending any money.

When he had nothing to do these two days, Xu Fuqiang would open his mobile phone and play a few games. He would stop playing when he lost all his beans.

It’s impossible to charge money.

Hearing his wife calling, Xu Fuqiang went to the kitchen holding a mobile phone.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you still have those vegetables you planted?"

Chen Xiaoqing was the oldest sister, and there were seven sisters in total. He gave vegetables to his third aunt, and also gave some to his fourth aunt when she asked for them. His second aunt and the other three aunts were all in the county, so it would be bad not to give them some. Xu Fuqiang picked them all and gave some to each family.

The third aunt heard it clearly on the phone and knew that there was no more food. But looking at the table full of food, her grandson just refused to eat and kept clamoring for the cucumbers and tomatoes he had that day.

She could only shamelessly ask, "Yanmei, do you think you can order more vegetables later? I will buy them from you then."

"Third Aunt, what are you talking about? They are just some vegetables, why are you talking about money?"

"No, you have to pay for it. Yanmei, I'll tell you the truth, our whole family loves the dishes you sent that day. We ate them for several days and they were delicious. Later, we always felt that other dishes lacked taste." The third aunt recalled the dishes of those days and her saliva was unconsciously secreted. She paused for a moment and then said, "But I was too embarrassed to ask you for them again, so I asked Jinlan. Jinlan also sent me some dishes, but they didn't taste good, not as good as yours. My son and grandson are both picky eaters, and now my grandson is clamoring to eat your dishes. By the way, even the parents of several children in their class called Zhiming to ask where they could buy the tomatoes and cucumbers their children brought that day."

The third aunt never expected that her grandson, who was usually picky about food, would love vegetables so much. In the past, he had milk and bread for breakfast and didn’t even like apples, but that day he insisted on bringing cucumbers and tomatoes to school for breakfast.

The daughter-in-law still refused, thinking that she would be laughed at by others.

But the child cried and insisted on taking the schoolbag, so I had no choice but to let him take it and stuffed some milk and bread into his schoolbag.

The child not only ate it himself, but also shared it with several classmates.

As a result, a few days later someone called Zhiming and asked where to buy the tomatoes and cucumbers.

The primary school my child attends is the school that corresponds to the community. The community is a high-end residential area, and the people who live there are either rich or noble.

Among those who came to ask questions, there were also partners of Zhiming Company, who were troubled by their own children and came to ask questions because they had no other choice.

They themselves have never eaten it, and think it is just tomatoes and cucumbers, how can it be delicious. But if the children insist on eating it, then they call and ask, and buy some, even if the price is a little higher.

The third aunt briefly told Wang Yanmei about these things, "Yanmei, you usually grow a lot of vegetables and sell them, why don't you sell them to us. I heard from my son that the tomatoes in the high-end boutique supermarket across the community are only two or three in a box, and they are sold for 199 yuan. Wow, cucumbers are sold by the root, 150 yuan each. There is nothing in the whole supermarket that costs less than 100 yuan. He tried it at someone else's house before, and it was not as delicious as the vegetables grown by Fuqiang in your family."

"Third Aunt, are you... telling the truth?" Wang Yanmei couldn't believe it.

"It's absolutely true. Auntie San has no reason to lie to you. Several parents are troubled by their children and said they would be willing to buy it even if it costs 200 yuan per kilogram."

Xu Fuqiang gasped, "Two hundred yuan per pound?"

"Yes, two hundred yuan a pound!" said the third aunt. "Yanmei, I think this price is appropriate. As long as you are willing, I will buy it at this price after the vegetables are grown."

(End of this chapter)