Jiang Mian continued to enjoy her time back in her hometown.
Away from the big city, the air in the small town is therapeutic for both body and mind.
Because he's at home, he doesn't dare to stay in bed too long; after all, he understands the saying that distance makes the heart grow fonder.
In order not to anger Jiang's mother, he would always wake up to the noise of people walking through the streets in the early morning.
When he has free time, if his family's orchard needs help, he will ride along in his father's small truck to lend a hand.
As a tourist destination, the town is always bustling with visitors throughout the year.
These pomelos, picked from the orchard, can also be sold at stalls as a local specialty.
The land shapes its people, and I must say, the fruit grown in my own orchard is just the best.
Jiang Mian also praised the pomelo after tasting it.
Unfortunately, Jiang's father didn't have a good business sense, and the orchard only produced a limited number of pomelos, so he couldn't do wholesale sales.
They could only rely on their neighbors, giving some to one family and some to another, and then selling the rest at a small stall set up on the roadside.
Jiang Mian had nothing else to do, so the task of taking care of the stall selling pomelos simply fell to him.
Even though it's winter, the temperature in the town is rising instead of falling, and the sun overhead is shining brightly.
After being exposed to the sun for several days in a row, Jiang Mian felt that everything in her eyes was blurry.
So he borrowed a straw hat from Uncle Wen next door, which Uncle Wen had woven himself.
When he goes up the mountain to pick herbs, he likes to wear the straw hat he weaves himself.
In Uncle Wen's words, he's getting old and can't stand the wind or the cold anymore.
Although the town rarely sees snow, it has a long rainy season, so we still need to be careful.
However, these words of advice still felt too distant to Jiang Mian.
I've been setting up my stall for almost ten days now, but I haven't sold many pomelos.
Since they were grown in their own orchard, Jiang's father couldn't take care of everything alone, so the appearance of the pomelos naturally couldn't compare to those grown by humans.
Although Jiang Mian could shamelessly claim it was a local specialty, tourists weren't fools. They glanced at it a few times and then turned and left.
As for those with patience, after tasting the sweetness, they are willing to spend money to buy a few.
Selling these pomelos is like Jiang Taigong fishing – it all depends on whether people are willing to take the bait.
But Jiang Mian wasn't that greedy; he'd sell as many as he could, since his father had already said that the money from selling the pomelos would be his pocket money.
That day, Jiang Mian was tending to his stall. There were many customers coming and going, but few stopped in front of his pomelo stall.
He was enjoying some free time, scrolling through his WeChat Moments on his phone.
Many people took photos related to snow. Feng Jun posted a short video of himself having a snowball fight with the younger members of his family, and Chen Yu helped his mother freeze cabbages in the snow-covered yard.
In addition, there's He Yubai, fully equipped with winter gear, posing for photos while skiing on the mountain.
Humans don't share joys and sorrows; he just thought the others were too noisy.
This comparison made Jiang Mian understand why people resent the rich.
He feels that he now hates not only the rich, but also those who can have snowball fights at home!
Because of the brim of the straw hat, Jiang Mian could only see shadows passing by her stall before stopping.
"Are you buying pomelos, customers? They're all grown in my own orchard. They may not look very appealing, but the flesh is quite sweet."
"The price isn't expensive, why don't you... take more?"
Jiang Mian originally just wanted to be polite, but after a quick glance, she noticed that the person was wearing designer shoes!
Don't ask him why he knows so much. After all, there's a rich kid named He in the dorm. It was through that rich kid that he learned that the lives of the wealthy can be so extravagant, with a pair of seemingly inconspicuous sneakers costing tens of thousands!
Depend on!
Originally, I just wanted the other person to buy something casually, but now that they saw the designer shoes, I immediately changed the subject.
Buy me more!
He was so resentful of the rich that his eyes turned red!
But not everyone who travels is rich. At least Jiang Mian couldn't tell if the shoes were real or fake, so he decisively looked up to see what the other person looked like.
As a result, when their eyes met, both of them were dumbfounded.
"He Yubai?"
"Little lamb?"
What are you doing here!?
What are you doing here!?
Okay, okay, to hell with their unanimous opinions!
Jiang Mian seized the opportunity to retort, "Weren't you skiing? What are you doing here?!"
Was the sun too strong and caused his eyesight to deteriorate? Or did he misread the name?
Jiang Mian immediately took out her phone, opened her WeChat Moments again, found the post, and saw that the name in the contact was He Yubai. That's right!
He was stunned when he saw that the post was from yesterday.
"I was skiing yesterday, but I got bored, so I flew here to play."
He Yubai bent down and picked up a pomelo from the stall to examine it.
Skiing? Boring? So you flew here to play?
Jiang Mian felt as if she had been struck in the chest again. She hadn't realized that wealthy people could speak with such devastating force...
Not noticing Jiang Mian's unusual behavior, He Yubai asked, "What are you doing selling pomelos here?"
“I’m forced by life,” Jiang Mian sighed deliberately. “After all, I’m not some rich kid. I just fly around to play because skiing is boring.”
He Yubai raised an eyebrow: "Are you being sarcastic?"
"How could I dare?" Jiang Mian shook her head in denial. "What if you get angry, Young Master He, and just take over my entire business?"
A soft chuckle came from He Yubai: "Alright, tell me, how much are the pomelos?"
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