Jiao Yucheng looked at Qin Yu's resentful face and felt a little embarrassed: "Our agricultural department has been short of funds recently, so it's better to save a little."
Fu Song's face was full of helplessness: "Hey, you should have told me about this earlier!
Isn't it just money? Can't I just pay for it myself? "
Jiao Yucheng immediately shook his head: "What do you mean you pay for it yourself?
Our trip is originally for official business, so we naturally have to go through the expense reimbursement process. If we don't distinguish between public and private matters, won't it be a mess?"
Fu Song laughed and said: "Not distinguishing between public and private means using public funds for personal purposes.
As for using private funds for public purposes, that is not a problem at all.”
But Jiao Yucheng still insisted: "It is not allowed to use public funds for private purposes or private funds for public purposes.
We should have principles in life. For example, if we use public funds for personal use now, is it possible that we will use public funds for personal use in the future?
Don't think I'm exaggerating.
Because when you are used to not distinguishing between public and private affairs, when you are faced with the temptation of using public funds for personal purposes, you can't help but think:
At the time, I used private funds for public purposes, which can be considered a contribution to the country.
What's wrong with using the country's money now?"
Fu Song quickly gave a thumbs up and said, "Brother Jiao is really a smart person. It would be great if everyone had the same idea as you."
Jiao Yucheng didn't want to say more on this topic.
He took Fu Song and found an agricultural department here, revealed his identity, and borrowed a car from there.
The two drove aimlessly, at least in Fu Song's eyes.
Looking at the big tree moving rapidly backwards outside the window, Fu Song was drowsy and fell asleep without knowing when.
When he woke up again, he found that there was nothing around him except a road.
I was even more shocked when I looked at my phone. I actually slept for 6 hours?
He asked Jiao Yucheng: "Where are we now?"
Jiao Yucheng smiled slightly: "Don't worry, we'll be there soon."
Fu Song turned his head and said, "How about letting me drive?"
"No, just sit back and relax. How about it? Have you rested enough?"
Fu Song didn't know what to say.
Naturally, he was not worried about whether he had had enough rest, but was full of admiration for Jiao Yucheng.
For Fu Song, taking a train for one day, one day, one night, and one night, with a seat ticket, is absolutely torture on earth.
But Jiao Yucheng, who was traveling with him, seemed fine.
The most unforgettable scene for Fu Song was waiting for the evening rest time.
The other person actually lay down under the train seat, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in less than five minutes.
There wasn't any bedding, let alone pillows.
And judging from Jiao Yucheng's skilled appearance, it was obviously not the first time he had done this.
Shaking his head, Fu Song looked out the window.
At this time, people began to appear on both sides of the road. These people squatted on the side of the road with a few watermelons in front of them, obviously for sale.
After struggling for so long, Fu Song was hungry and thirsty. He leaned over and asked the person closest to him, "How much is a pound of watermelon?"
The man said, "1.5 yuan."
Fu Song immediately turned to Jiao Yucheng and said, "Stop the car. I want to buy two watermelons."
But Jiao Yucheng shook his head: "We'll be there soon, just be patient."
Although Fu Song did not approve of Jiao Yucheng's behavior, he did not refute it.
The two continued forward, and slowly more and more people were selling watermelons on the roadside.
Someone saw Fu Song and looked outside, and immediately said with a smile: "Brother, the big, crispy and sweet watermelons are on sale now, 1.3 yuan per pound."
The other person smiled brightly, and Fu Song really wanted to buy it, but unfortunately the car didn't stop and there was nothing he could do.
Then a few more people approached Fu Song and the prices were also between 1.2 yuan and 1.5 yuan.
Unfortunately, the flowers may have feelings, but the water is ruthless, so all the businesses went down the drain.
Suddenly Jiao Yucheng slowed down and then stopped at an intersection.
The first thing Fu Song saw was a little girl of about eleven or twelve years old not far ahead. She was also selling watermelons.
He was afraid that Jiao Yucheng would step on the accelerator and run away again, so he quickly opened the car door and rushed out: "How much is a pound of watermelon?"
The little girl glanced at Fu Song, a little scared, but still mustered up the courage to say, "Sanmao!"
Fu Song was stunned: "How much did you say?"
Little girl: "Sanmao? If you want more, I can give you a discount!"
Fu Song saw that he had misunderstood and immediately said, "I just saw other people selling theirs for more than one yuan on the street, why are yours so cheap?
Is there something wrong with this melon?"
When the little girl heard his words, she became anxious instantly: “There is absolutely no problem with my melon.
The reason why those people sell it so expensively is mainly because they see that your car has a license plate from another place and deliberately raise the price.
Watermelons here are only 30 cents per pound."
Fu Song asked again: "Is your watermelon sweet?"
The little girl said, "Of course they are sweet. I picked these watermelons one by one from the field. They are all ripe big watermelons. If you don't believe me, just look."
As she spoke, she picked up one, took out a small knife from her pocket, and slid the tip of the knife across the melon.
The watermelon split open instantly, and the bright red flesh exuded a unique fragrance.
Fu Song instantly felt even hungrier. He nodded and said, "I want all these watermelons."
The little girl couldn't believe it: "Is it true? That's great."
Fu Song asked, "How much is it in total... Hey, where's your scale?"
The little girl shook her head: "No scale."
Fu Song's face was full of confusion: "How can we measure the weight without a scale?"
The little girl said, "These watermelons are all over 10 kilograms.
You can pay for each watermelon at 10 jin (approximately 30 cents per jin), so 10 jin (approximately 3 yuan) is 3 yuan. Here are 7 watermelons. Give me 20 yuan!"
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