"The food for table number six is ready." Qiao Mo wanted to say something, but the waiter told them to get the food, so he had to shut up.
After eating and drinking, the two went their separate ways. Qiao Mo returned to his home, washed up, and threw himself on the bed.
After a nap, she would read for two hours and then go to tidy up the backyard: her backyard was not small. In addition to planting some fruit trees, she also wanted to plant some seasonal vegetables. Although it was not time to plant them yet, she wanted to cultivate them slowly to avoid being in a hurry later.
Qiao Mo divided the backyard into several parts: she planned to plant a few cherry trees in the middle, and then plant pear trees, loquat trees, orange trees, grapefruit trees, jujube trees, plum trees, toon trees, osmanthus trees, etc. from the inside to the outside, and plant two ridges of vegetables, corn and sweet potatoes on both sides of the back wall, which was the three houses.
Because this will also be a place for her to relax and enjoy the flowers, the trees are planted relatively sparsely, and she will also pave a few paths with river pebbles in the gaps between the trees.
The front yard of the house cannot be left empty, otherwise it would look ugly. She plans to plant a few ornamental trees, build a grape trellis, and put a set of tables and chairs underneath. She will drink tea and listen to music there, watch the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds roll and unfold. In a few years, she will lay grass when she has the chance.
On both sides of the house, she planted a few wolfberry trees against the wall. In addition to leaving a small path leading to the backyard, she also planned to plant some Panax notoginseng, Gastrodia elata and mint in the remaining land.
It took her two hours to open a row of vegetable plots before she nodded in satisfaction and went back to wash up and read.
Early the next morning, Qiao Mo delivered the goods that Yang Weihua wanted before daybreak, and then went to look for black market brothels near Tunghai University. Yang Weihua told her that no one would go to that place for the time being, but the leaders of the black market brothels would not give up their business and would definitely open up new black market brothels nearby.
She walked while releasing her spiritual sense to search, and finally found it in a large courtyard. However, the management here was stricter. Not only was there someone watching at the door, but there were also people patrolling nearby. Perhaps because of the increased expenses, people had to pay to enter and exit. She looked carefully and saw that buyers had to pay two cents and sellers had to pay one cent.
The target was found, and Qiao Mo didn't want to make a wasted trip, so when no one was around, he took a basket of apples from the space and carried them to the dark place.
The fragrance of the apples was very attractive. Before she put down the basket, someone came up to her and asked, "Hey, how much are these apples per pound?"
"These are sugar-heart apples, one piece is one pound." Qiao Mo put down the apple and said, apples are not produced locally, the apples here are all shipped from the north, and the price is relatively expensive.
"Hey bro, your apples are too expensive! They're almost as expensive as pork."
"Uncle, look at this apple. It's red, big, and juicy. It tastes sweet and crispy. It's incomparable to other apples. The price is really not expensive." Qiao Mo took out an apple and showed it to him.
"This apple looks good, but I wonder if it will be sour." The visitor said while looking at the apple.
Qiao Mo listened to him and took out a small fruit knife from his pocket without saying a word. He cut a small piece of apple and handed it to him: "Uncle, try it. Doesn't this apple taste good?"
The visitor took the apple and put it into his mouth to taste it carefully. The taste immediately conquered his taste buds, and he could not help but nod repeatedly: "Not bad, very delicious, weigh it for me."
Qiao Mo took out a scale and weighed out a pound of apples for him, put them in a cloth bag, and then put the money in his pocket.
Although fruits are not as easy to sell as grains, they are still selling well. People come here and there to sell their apples. You sell one pound, I sell two pounds. Soon, half of the apples in the basket are sold.
"Hey, how much are the apples?" At this time, a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit came.
"One yuan equals one pound." Qiao Mo said with a smile.
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