Xu Qingzhi is still the vegetable seller.
At twelve noon, Fuwang Farm’s online mall put 10,000 kilograms of winter melon on the shelves on time. With the experience of suddenly putting winter melon on the shelves yesterday, many people waited in ambush this time, and they were sold out in less than ten seconds.
On the dam of Xu's courtyard, the sound of cutting winter melons could be heard one after another. When they got tired of cutting, they would switch to another one.
Xu Fuqiang sharpened the kitchen knives with a whetstone early in the morning. He used two large kitchen knives and two wooden sticky boards, and they worked in two shifts.
Huo Fengyan was going abroad for business, a flight of more than ten hours. Before boarding the plane, he made a video call to Xu Qingzhi in the waiting room.
Then I saw two old men chopping winter melon with kitchen knives.
Moreover, the more I look at it, the more familiar it looks.
Before I could take a closer look, the camera's image had already turned to Xu Qingzhi's face.
Xu Qingzhi’s previous mobile phone camera was set to flip back by default, and he just clicked it to switch it back.
Huo Fengyan reported his itinerary in advance.
"I still have fifteen minutes to get on the plane. The flight is a bit long this time, twelve hours. I'll message you when I land."
"Have a safe trip." Xu Qingzhi looked at the dark circles under his eyelids, "Get more rest and take care of yourself."
"Yeah, I just saw Grandpa and Chairman Dong cutting winter melon?"
Xu Qingzhi smiled and said, "They are competing to see who can cut more winter melon."
The video screen flipped again, and Xu Qingzhi took a few steps closer.
Huo Fengyan clearly saw two old men chopping winter melon in the courtyard, one was his grandfather and the other was the president of the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce.
If this scene was filmed, it would probably shock many people in Kyoto.
After hanging up the video, Xu Qingzhi went to the back mountain to pick strawberries. The lottery list came out yesterday, and I just saw that the phone and address information has been submitted in the background.
A courier just happened to be sent out today.
After picking a basket of strawberries, she wrapped it in foam and then put it in a hard-shell plastic package.
Strawberries are very delicate and easily damaged during express delivery, so they must be packaged well.
Considering that there are quite a lot of winter melons at home, Xu Qingzhi has placed an order online to customize an automatic vegetable cutter. This machine is quite smart and can cut according to the required weight. The machine will arrive tomorrow.
The main reason is that there are too many pumpkins, which are usually eaten by pigs. We have to sell some of the pumpkins recently, otherwise they will rot in the fields.
Cutting melons manually is a bit tiring.
In the evening, all the vegetables were taken away by the delivery trucks.
She also sent one hundred cans of chrysanthemums to Kyoto in advance. In addition to those one hundred cans, she put five more cans in the cardboard box.
Ms. Wang was busy in the kitchen and it was still some time before dinner.
Xu Qingzhi made two cups of tea for the two old men and lay on the recliner.
It gets dark early in winter, especially in the countryside. At the moment, the sky outside is dark blue. The moon has already appeared on the horizon, but is partially blocked by the floating dark clouds.
Dong Ming, who was standing by, took a sip of hot tea and said as if he was coaxing a child, "Qingzhi, Grandpa Dong is going to tell you a story, do you want to listen?"
Xu Qingzhi: "Okay, Grandpa Dong."
Before, at Dong Ming's strong request, her oral address had changed from Chairman Dong to Grandpa Dong, saying it was so affectionate.
Dong Ming would never say that he made such a request because he was envious of the little girl who called him Brother Huo and Grandpa Huo.
At this moment, seeing that the little girl was willing to listen, Dong Ming calmly began to tell the story.
"In the small country of Moor, there live many animals..."