"Little Guangzi, you came to see me!"
His best friend came, and Song Shouye came trotting over, feeling very happy.
"Yeah! Look what I brought you."
Zhang Shuguang took the backpack from the side, pulled away the grass covering it, revealing a basket full of fruits.
"Oh my! There are so many fruits! Apples, pears, watermelons and strawberries."
"Xiao Guangzi, why are these fruits so big?"
Song Shouye looked at the basket of fruits and swallowed.
"Because these are not wild fruits, they are all cultivated artificially. Good fruits need to be grafted many times to continuously optimize the varieties so that the fruits produced will be large and sweet."
Zhang Shuguang explained patiently to Song Shouye.
"Xiao Guangzi, you know a lot! Master, two brothers, wait a minute, I'll go wash some and bring them over to taste."
Song Shouye picked up the backpack with one hand and ran towards the kitchen.
"The young layperson is thoughtful."
In his early years, Yuxu Zhenren traveled around the world, and Tianjizi and Yuhengzi fought in the east and west, so they naturally possessed insights and cognition that ordinary people did not have.
These fruits are not grown locally, and the current transportation conditions are so backward, especially fresh fruits, that it is extremely difficult to transport them.
The value of this basket of fruits is inestimable. Zhang Shuguang is willing to carry it, which shows how deep his feelings for Chunyangzi are.
"Old Master, the two Taoist priests are too polite. These are just some raw melons, pears and dates."
The three of them were Song Shouye's closest people, and Zhang Shuguang naturally treated them as his own.
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