Chapter 85 Fortunately, it was a close call.
Green clothes, red lining, big belly, dark-skinned boy.
However, Jiang Ling bought seedless watermelons this time, not the Black Boy variety.
Jiang Ling quickly cut the watermelon into small pieces.
While everyone was marveling at the color and aroma of the melon, only Lu Qian's gaze was fixed on the knife.
This knife is really sharp!
While the melon itself might be crisp, it seemed to open with minimal effort once the knife was placed on it.
It looks like you're cutting a piece of tofu!
"Fellow villagers, please don't be shy, have a taste! This melon is guaranteed to be sweet!"
Jiang Ling cut two melons in one go and laid them out on the table.
This wasn't the first time the villagers had accepted Jiang Ling's kindness, and the aroma of the melon was so enticing that they all smiled and reached out to take a slice.
Uncle Zhao was impatient, so he picked up a slice and took a big bite of the thickest part of the red flesh.
In an instant, the sweet juice bursts in your mouth, so much so that it drips down your hands!
My eyes lit up instantly.
"Delicious! This melon is so sweet!"
The others also began to eat, and exclamations of praise rose and fell:
"Ah, this really quenches my thirst!"
"So sweet! So moist!"
"It's so crisp and sweet, I've never eaten a melon like this before!"
"This is much cooler than well water!"
Exclamations of praise rose and fell.
In this era, even the most primitive cold melon had not yet appeared, so watermelon was a delicacy from another world to them.
Some of the faster eaters even ate the melon rind.
Jiang Ling then reminded them that the melon rinds were not edible.
Everyone suddenly realized what was going on, but they were reluctant to waste any, so they ate all the red flesh clean, even chewing up the little bit of white flesh that was close to the flesh, leaving only a thin layer of hard green skin.
"Eat as much as you like, folks! There's plenty to go around!"
They're the ones who saved lives, what's a few slices of watermelon to them?
Jiang Ling cut two more watermelons. The bright red slices piled up all over the table.
Lu Qian helped spread out the melon slices so that everyone could take them.
Xiao Ran then guarded the remaining two melons to prevent them from rolling off the table due to the vibrations.
The villagers ate and chatted about everyday things.
"Brother Zhao, I heard that the wheat on your hillside is growing very well this year. You're expected to harvest 20% more, right?"
"There has been a lot of rain this year, so the wheat on the mountain has not been affected."
"I heard that there is already a locust plague in Guanzhong, so we must hurry up and harvest them."
"That's right, we're planning to collect them in the next couple of days..."
There were plenty of watermelons, and both adults and children got to eat some.
Although the villagers enjoyed the food, they were quite content. They took at most two pieces, wiped their mouths with satisfaction, and didn't take any more.
The sun is high in the sky.
Fewer and fewer villagers are selling vegetables, and the vegetable stalls are also closing down.
After the villagers finished eating the watermelon and thanked the organizers, they went back to work in the fields.
It's harvest season now, and every household is busy with their own tasks.
There was a large watermelon left on the table. It was just enough for the rest of them to share.
Looking at the last big watermelon, Lu Qian volunteered.
"Miss Jiang, why don't I cut it?"
He wanted to try out the knife.
Jiang Ling cut five melons in a row, and her hand was indeed a little sore. So she handed the knife to him.
"Okay, then you can do it."
Lu Qian took the knife. It felt slightly heavy in his hand. The curve of the handle fit perfectly in his palm, and the special wood was warm and non-slip.
The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight; it was thin yet exceptionally hard!
Polished smooth, so smooth you can see your reflection!
Such forging techniques are unprecedented in Daewoo!
He was shocked and examined the knife repeatedly for a moment.
Jiang Ling sat down on a stool to rest.
Xiao Ran is picking up melon rinds from the ground.
Sister Jiang just said that he can take these melon rinds home to feed the chickens and ducks.
Xiao Ran had been picking them up for a short while when his younger brother, Xiao Qi, arrived.
He brought this good news back to his parents when he came to sell melons and vegetables.
The family's worries instantly subsided.
After all, today was Xiao Ran's first day working, and we didn't dare let him leave his post without permission. So we called Xiao Qi over to get the melon rinds.
Xiao Qi had just filled a bucket with a bunch of melon rinds and was about to take it away when Jiang Ling stopped him.
Put the last three slices of watermelon that had been cut on the table into a bag and hand it to him:
"Take it back for your parents to try too."
This should be considered a benefit for employees' families.
"Thank you, Sister Jiang!" Xiao Qi happily accepted it.
Lu Qian observed for a while before starting to cut the melon.
The melon was very crisp, and the knife was very sharp, so it was easy to cut it in half.
Lu Qian was amazed by the sharpness of the knife!
However, this pampered young master had never done anything like cutting a melon.
Lu Qian looked at the large and small pieces of watermelon on the table and felt somewhat embarrassed.
"It's alright, we're all family, we won't mind," Jiang Ling encouraged.
She turned around, scooped water from the bucket to wash her hands, and then told Xiaoran to wash her hands before starting to eat the watermelon.
The workers who collected the vegetables have already gone home.
Now only Jiang Ling, Xiao Ran, Lu Qian, and Li Hong remain.
Four people shared a large melon and ate it to their hearts' content.
The hustle and bustle at the entrance of the grocery store gradually subsided, leaving only the cicadas' chirping and the sunshine of late summer and early autumn.
Lu Qian sat in the shade, a hint of hesitation on his face. After a moment's hesitation, he finally spoke.
“Miss Jiang, I heard about what happened four days ago from the villagers. I'm so sorry, I wasn't in the village at the time and couldn't help…”
Jiang Ling was slightly taken aback. "Young Master Lu, there's no need to apologize. This has nothing to do with you."
Lu Qian frowned slightly, his tone tinged with self-reproach: "To be honest, I was also involved in provoking Wan Furong. If I hadn't failed to eliminate him completely, Miss Jiang wouldn't have suffered such a disaster. I specifically went to the village to collect vegetables, intending to look after her nearby. But unfortunately..."
Li Hong muttered to himself from behind: "But someone intercepted it!"
Jiang Ling took it all in stride. "It's alright, thankfully it was a close call. It's all in the past now, and I'm sure he won't be able to cause any more trouble."
Xiao Ran was wiping the table with a clean cloth. The table was stained with watermelon juice, so she had to wipe it clean carefully, otherwise the sweetness would attract flies.
He is tall enough, but his movements are somewhat clumsy.
Jiang Ling looked closely and discovered that the green rag was faintly stained with dark red.
She exclaimed softly, "Xiao Ran, are you hurt?"
Xiao Ran quickly withdrew her hand and hid it behind her back, saying timidly, "It's okay, Sister Jiang, it's just a small injury, it's nothing, I can work!"
He had been trying his best to hide it, fearing that he would be discovered.
He was never a pampered person; he had fallen off the roof before and was fine, just dusted himself off and got up.
Of all times...
Jiang Ling was puzzled; he had been fine just now.
She glanced at the bucket, where a knife lay. It was brand new, so naturally it was sharp.
Xiao Ran was afraid that Jiang Ling would abandon her, so she pressed down hard on her wound and worked even harder.
Jiang Ling stood up. "Xiao Ran, stop. Don't do it anymore."
Wounds are easily infected if they get dirty or sweet.
Xiao Ran held the rag, her head hanging low in frustration.
Does Sister Jiang not want him anymore?
How could he be so useless? He hurt himself on his very first day of work...
He fought back tears, "I'm sorry, Sister Jiang. I just wanted to finish the work quickly... that's why my hand slipped while washing the knife. I'm fine, I promise it won't affect my work, please don't abandon me..."
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