Bai Dehai lost interest in eating watermelon.
They quickly started shouting.
In previous years, watermelons from Tianqiaoshan would be snapped up as soon as they hit the market.
But I don't know what happened this year, it took three hours to sell only five watermelons!
"Something's not right!" Bai Dehai scratched his head.
I was a little surprised. Was this still the farmers' market I was familiar with?
Why has the buying frenzy ended?
That's incredibly strange!
Unlike supermarkets, farmers' markets do not have fixed stalls and are generally only open in the morning. People are used to buying vegetables early in the morning and few people visit the market in the afternoon.
There were fewer and fewer people in the afternoon.
Bai Dehai grew increasingly anxious.
Have city dwellers' tastes changed or just become more discerning?
They're not even eating watermelon anymore?
Bai Dehai looked at the truckload of watermelons, his face grim, thinking to himself: I'll have to sell them tomorrow.
Just then.
Then came a few more beeping sounds.
Bai Dehai looked up and saw Hao Damo riding a tricycle across the street: "Old Bai, are you done yet?"
Bai Dehai glanced at Hao Damu's truck bed; there wasn't a single watermelon left!
"Where's your truckload of watermelons?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Hao Damo said. "Of course we bought it."
"Huh?" Bai Dehai was dumbfounded: "Then why can't I sell my watermelons?"
Hao Damo said, "I arrived early. I sold almost everything before 10 o'clock. The remaining few will be sold out by noon."
"Holy crap!" Bai Dehai exclaimed in disbelief, "They were sold out by noon? Then why are you only getting home now?"
Hao Damo said proudly, "A city guy asked me to help him haul some coal, and I earned more than ten yuan in extra money."
Bai Dehai was completely dumbfounded.
You can play it like this?
Hao Damo waved his hand: "Oh dear, looks like you came for nothing today. There are still so many watermelons left. You should sell these tomorrow morning. I'm leaving now."
With lightning speed, Hao Damo disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Only then did Bai Dehai realize what was happening.
In previous years, I was always the first to arrive in the city in my tractor, so naturally, my tractors sold well.
But this year is different; Hao Damo is the first person to come to the city this year!
People who want to buy watermelons have already bought them all by noon, so naturally they won't buy any more at noon or in the afternoon.
In terms of speed, I'm lagging behind!
Bai Dehai snorted: "Just you wait! I'll get up at four o'clock tomorrow! Let's see how you can get up faster than me!"
Left with no other choice, Bai Dehai took his watermelons to a middleman's shop and sold them at wholesale prices.
Earnings were almost halved.
But Bai Dehai was full of fighting spirit and drove his tractor home.
The next day.
Bai Dehai got up at four o'clock, drove the horse-drawn cart, and loaded the watermelons from the field.
At the crack of dawn, we drove the tractor that was parked at our relative's house out.
After the transfer, without saying a word, they naturally drove to the city.
A gentle breeze was blowing along the road.
Bai Dehai felt a sense of satisfaction and hummed a little tune: "Now you, Hao Damo, can't possibly be faster than me, can you?"
"Although I lost because of the speed of the tricycle, I got up early!"
"That's called 'diligence can make up for lack of talent'!"
Bai Dehai was still thinking that Hao Damu wouldn't be able to show off for long; he knew perfectly well what kind of quality the tricycle was!
It won't be long before it develops problems, small problems become big problems, and big problems become unusable.
Just as Bai Dehai had traveled almost halfway, he heard a beeping sound behind him: "Good morning, Lao Bai."
Upon hearing the voice, Bai Dehai shuddered and turned his head, his face turning deathly pale.
Then he saw Hao Damo riding a tricycle, smiling at him.
Bai Dehai exclaimed, "Damn it! How did you catch up with me?"
Hao Damo looked at Bai Dehai with innocent eyes: "I didn't mean to pursue you. I heard you got up at four o'clock? Aren't you tired? I didn't get up until six."
Bai Dehai's lips twitched.
"I'm leaving, see you in the city!"
Hao Damo's tricycle easily overtook the tractor and sped away in a flash!
Bai Dehai was very anxious.
Holy crap!
I originally wanted to make up for my speed disadvantage by getting up early, but damn it, I didn't make up for it and I was overtaken!
Bai Dehai slammed on the gas pedal, but no matter how hard he accelerated, the tractor wobbled and couldn't pick up any speed.
Bai Dehai was so anxious he needed to pee!
The power of a small four-wheeled tractor is already low. When it's not carrying any cargo, its speed is only about 30 kilometers per hour. If it's loaded with watermelons, its speed is actually slower than a bicycle.
In comparison, agricultural tricycles can reach speeds of 60 kilometers per hour when unloaded and 40 to 50 kilometers per hour when loaded.
In later generations, a certain brand had a five-wheeled farm vehicle that could reach speeds of 120 kilometers per hour, which the old Santana simply couldn't keep up with.
Bai Dehai arrived in the city, panting and exhausted.
Looking at Hao Damo, it was clear that he had already sold most of his watermelons, with only a few left!
Bai Dehai slumped his shoulders.
What a terrible day!
This is so worrying!
Bai Dehai was questioning his life. When did speed become an advantage?
The world is changing too fast!
That's amazing how well it can be rolled up!
Bai Dehai has lost even the desire to set up a street stall.
Go directly to the middleman's shop.
The middleman was dumbfounded and said, "Well... if you're selling watermelons, we can pick them up by truck, so you don't have to deliver them yourself."
Bai Dehai wanted to roar: "It's not that I want to give them away! It's that I can't sell them!"
I returned home feeling extremely depressed.
We chatted under an old tree in the village in the evening.
After a few beeps, Bai Dehai looked up and saw his nephew, Bai Ziming, driving a tricycle around.
Bai Dehai asked, "Why are you driving Hao Damo's car?"
"Uncle, this isn't Brother Damo's; I bought it myself!" Bai Zimo said.
Bai Dehai was dumbfounded and questioned, "Your family still has money to buy this thing? That's all because you paid back the money you owed me!"
Bai Zimo: ...
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