An old man boarded the bus carrying a load on a shoulder pole, which meant he occupied two seats, so he paid double the fare.
The driver and conductor were both happy; the fuel and time spent braking, opening the door, closing the door, and starting the bus were worthwhile.
There weren't many people on the bus, so the old man carrying his load on a shoulder pole was quite eye-catching, at least it caught the attention of Wang Dazhuang, who had been idling around and had a bitter taste in his mouth.
The old man's carrying pole had a whole basket of grapes in the front and a whole basket of garlic in the back.
Li Lechen didn't know why the old man was selling fruit on one end and vegetables on the other. Obviously, grapes and garlic had nothing to do with each other, but that wasn't the point.
"Grandpa, how much are these grapes?" Wang Dazhuang asked as he reached out and picked up a bunch of grapes.
With this lift, two overripe grapes fell off.
It's obvious that the grapes are grown on their own. The bunches aren't big, and the grapes themselves aren't very big or even plump. The grapes aren't tightly packed together, and most of them are quite ripe, so the skin doesn't have that hazy white color; instead, it's clean and translucent.
This makes them look more like standard grapes in terms of both color and shape. That's right, those grapes produced in batches at the base, which only pursue fruit setting rate and ensure long-distance transportation, and are sold for a long time in fruit shops without rotting, are sprayed with a lot of pesticides. No, the grape berries are squeezed and deformed, and even the sweetness they taste is the sweetness of saccharin, not the real taste of grapes.
There's no way around it; if things hadn't been messed up like this two thousand years ago, the Earth wouldn't be in such dire straits now, with even bees going extinct.
Since the old man was indeed growing his own grapes and garlic, and was planning to set up a temporary stall at the town market, he was very enthusiastic about doing business on the bus. He quickly pulled out a crumpled red plastic bag from the cloth bag he was carrying.
These red plastic bags are clearly not for storing food.
Having a bag at all is good enough; plastic bags also add up to costs. The old man's cloth bag contained a huge stack of colorful plastic bags, which he had collected over the years.
Wang Dazhuang was picking grapes. He didn't care about the bag; as long as it didn't leak, it was fine. So he put the bunch of grapes he had in his hand, which was still pretty good despite having lost two grapes, directly into the bag.
The old man was still holding the bag, waiting happily for Wang Dazhuang to put more grapes in, but Wang Dazhuang stopped and said, "Let's weigh it."
That's all?
Although the old man didn't, his stiff movements and disdainful expression revealed it.
What a waste of such a large plastic bag! It could easily hold five or six pounds of grapes! At this point, a bunch of grapes weighs at most half a pound.
Surprisingly, this fat guy who looks like he's craving food only bought one skewer!
Wang Dazhuang was only eating to satisfy his craving, not to fill his stomach, so he only wanted one skewer. As for the plastic bag, a bigger one was better, since it could be used to hold trash later. He couldn't eat grapes without spitting out the skins.
Let's pick a few more skewers.
The old man was screaming inwardly, and he held the bag steady, refusing to move the scale.
"Let's pick a few more skewers," Li Lechen said.
"These grapes are too ripe; they won't last long," Wang Dazhuang explained.
"When we go to someone's house, should we just go empty-handed? Bringing something would be a good gesture."
This was Li Lechen's true thought. After all, he was going to his uncle's house, and if he lost face, it would be his face that was lost.
"Why didn't you come earlier?" Wang Dazhuang asked with a look of disdain. "You brought grapes with you? How shabby!"
"How about we bring some garlic?"
"...Then let's go with grapes!"
However, Wang Dazhuang wasn't good at picking grapes; he would drop two from a single bunch. So Li Lechen pushed Wang Dazhuang aside and squatted down to pick them himself.
Of course, Li Lechen did this with a purpose.
In the live stream, the topic had already shifted away from Li Lechen; everyone was talking about honey, grape seeds, and then grapes, eventually all trying to curry favor with the guy who sold plants and had three grapes—the Frog Prince, oh no, the Green Prince. Suddenly, a whole basket of grapes appeared on the screen, and everyone held their breath.
How is this possible?!
These are... grapes?!
[They really are grapes! Fresh, juicy grapes!]
My eyes are blinded! Three grapes for 300 million, how much would this whole basket be worth?
If all grapes were natural, I think they could buy the entire Earth!
How can there be so many grapes? Where did they come from?!
[Could they all be printed?]
[Isn't printed fruit only for canning and drying? Can't you eat it directly? The fruit acid is awful!]
"These grapes are all grown in my own yard. They ripened naturally. Don't be fooled by their appearance; they're very sweet."
The old man, holding a plastic bag, watched Li Lechen stuff bunches of grapes into it and couldn't help but boast. At the same time, he cleared up the doubts of the 70,000 to 80,000 viewers in the live stream.
Grapes! Grown in our own yard!
So these are definitely real grapes, without a doubt!
"brush--"
[Level 13 user "Feng Er Laoye" tipped the streamer 100 Sunshine Coins]
"brush--"
User "Ji Zhanlong" (Level 19) tipped the streamer 500 Sunshine Coins.
"brush--"
[Level 16 user "Shangguan Cuihua" tipped the streamer 300 Sunshine Coins]
...
Just as Li Lechen had expected, the old man selling grapes, with his own selection, had drawn back the attention of seventy or eighty thousand people.
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