Grandpa Su picked up his granddaughter and asked, "Sweetie, which grandpa do you want to pick for you?"
Su Muyao nodded and then directed the old man to pick a few more.
Meanwhile, Long Yuan watched Su Muyao's movements as she patted the melon, and after a long while, he also learned how to judge the ripeness of the melon.
"Grandpa, Dad's going to town tomorrow, let him bring some watermelons for Yuanyuan."
After a moment of reflection, Old Man Su realized that the Yuanyuan his granddaughter was referring to was the county magistrate's youngest daughter.
"Okay, okay."
After the group returned to Old Su's house, Old Mrs. Su hurriedly went to pour water, saying, "Thank you so much for helping me carry the melons back today."
Yingyi quickly waved his hand, "Don't be so polite, it's all we should do. Your granddaughter is good friends with my master. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to come over. We brothers will help you as long as it's within our power."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Yingyi, carrying two large watermelons, followed Longyuan home.
The little boy looked at the melon in front of him, thinking that this would surely empty the pockets of those corrupt officials in the capital.
Old Man Su was busy at home instructing his three sons to keep them running around.
"Eldest brother, find a bamboo basket and take this melon and watermelon to your seventh uncle's house."
"Second brother, you should send two cantaloupes and one watermelon to each household of the clan chief and several village elders."
"Third brother, take these to the old village chief."
The sons each carried a bamboo basket and went to the village to distribute the melons.
Grandma Su asked from the side, "We have more than just this one acre. The watermelons and cantaloupes are all ripe. Let's sell some more to others, although the price will definitely not be as high as what that kid next door offered."
"Old woman, these melons are ripe, they're so sweet, I feel like our family is going to be rich."
After Old Man Su finished speaking, Old Lady Su stood up and walked out the door without lingering for a moment.
Where are you going?
"I'll go find someone to arrange for increased patrols, so those little animals don't hurt my melons."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
This summer is hotter than usual.
Qin Meijuan felt increasingly heavy-hearted, as if the weather was simply unbearable.
I'm fine at night, but during the day I'm sweating buckets from any movement, and I won't go out unless there's something urgent.
It was noon, and the sun was baking the earth like a steamer.
Su Muyao lay on the bamboo mat eating ice jelly, which made her feel a little better.
But in his mind, he was already planning to take out the fan, the refrigerator, and the generator.
She knew that other female protagonists were very careful when they traveled to ancient times, and as long as they didn't take these things out, there shouldn't be a big problem.
Although he possesses those firearms and heavy weapons, he doesn't want them to see the light of day unless it's absolutely necessary.
Early the next morning, Su Laosan took a bamboo basket of watermelons and several golden cantaloupes to the county magistrate's house.
Only when they arrived did they learn that the former county magistrate had been transferred to Liuzhou due to a promotion.
The current county magistrate's office is staffed by officials newly transferred from the capital. The servants outside the gate told the new magistrate, Qian Feng, that someone was looking for him, and that it was a member of the county magistrate's family.
Upon hearing this, Qian Feng immediately had someone invite Su Laosan in. Although he was in charge of the county, the county magistrate was a bit older than him.
Although it has no practical use, the treatment in all aspects is much better than what I, the county magistrate, have to worry about.
"Oh my, I knew it! I told you that the magpie was calling on the branch today, which meant that a distinguished person was coming to visit. And I was right."
Qian Feng started boasting as soon as he saw Su Laosan.
Old Su wasn't stupid; he quickly put the watermelons in his basket in the yard.
"These are watermelons we grew ourselves. If you don't mind, please do us the honor of trying them."
"Oh, what are you saying? I'm so grateful that you brought it to me."
"Awei, quickly bring over those few bolts of fine brocade that Madam brought back from the capital a couple of days ago!"
The servant called Awei immediately obeyed and went to the storeroom to fetch the several bolts of fine brocade.
After it was delivered, Su Laosan looked at the bright colors and thought that it would be perfect to make a dress for his little daughter.
"Brother, this is just a small token of my appreciation. I hope you won't find it offensive."
"I really can't accept this. Yours is clearly the best material. These few melons of mine are worthless, you can have them."
Although Su Laosan said that, his eyes were still fixed on the few bolts of cloth in the servant's hand.
This material is unavailable in this small county town.
After a back-and-forth exchange, Su Laosan, looking like he couldn't do anything about it, accepted the few bolts of fabric.
Only after the county magistrate saw Su Laosan off did he notice the things that had been delivered.
The servants beside them opened the basket and brought out a cold melon the size of a head, as well as several golden melons they had never seen before.
Qian Feng was stunned for a moment, then jumped off the bamboo chair with a loud shout.
"What watermelon? Isn't this a cold watermelon? Yes, this is a cold watermelon."
He practically pounced on it, hugging the cold melon tightly and refusing to let go.
This melon is called both "cold melon" and "tribute melon." As the son of a high-ranking official, he was fortunate enough to taste its deliciousness.
Although he was an illegitimate son, his mother was deeply loved by his father, and as a result, he was also very favored.
Being sent to such a remote place was merely a temporary measure.
After all, the matriarch of the family held a very high position, and her family members were officials two ranks higher than her father.
So his father thought of this, and that after he offended him, he was sent to such a remote place because he was not well-liked.
My father said that as long as nothing major happens while I'm in office, he'll be able to get me a decent official position when my time comes.
When that time comes, the mistress will have no choice but to persecute her. Previously, the father had also favored Concubine Hua, but the mistress was jealous, so she secretly had Concubine Hua's son killed.
In the end, Aunt Hua died in sorrow. Only after Aunt Hua's death did her father reunite with his mother.
Although everyone knew the truth, they couldn't find any evidence and couldn't do anything about it.
That's why the father particularly disliked his jealous wife, but he also had to consider her family behind her.
At this moment, Qian Feng's wife also arrived late. "Oh my, such a big winter melon! This is much bigger than the ones that were brought over from outside."
The visitor was quite curious; how could such a cold melon appear in such a remote place?
As soon as Qian Feng saw his wife coming over, he immediately put the melon on the stone table in the yard.
"Master, be careful, don't hurt your back!" the lady scolded, then looked at the cold melon and fragrant melon on the table with great interest.
Qian Feng and his wife were inseparable for many years. Seeing that his wife was happy, he called a servant to bring a knife.
The enormous winter melon was cut in half, completely revealing its bright red flesh.
What surprised the two men was that there were no black melon seeds among them.
They had the privilege of eating it once before, when the emperor bestowed one melon upon each of the meritorious ministers.
At that time, Qian Feng's father happened to have one, and after returning home, he sent 1/4 of it to their branch of the family.
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