In his previous life, he knew the mayor here, too, a super chef like him, it is normal to know a few people in the officialdom, and the two of them are relatively familiar with each other, and they have talked about some things, including Pangezhuang watermelon.

The watermelons grown in Pangezhuang are all called Pangezhuang watermelons, but there are also big differences here, such as those special watermelons, a total of only 160 acres of land, and the watermelons grown in this 160 acres of land are different from those grown in other places.

And it's also very evil, even if two pieces of land are next to each other, this side and that side are planted differently, at first I didn't understand what was going on, but later I learned that the soil quality was different.

Despite this, in addition to those real special offerings, Pangezhuang watermelons are still very famous in the imperial capital, which is said to be the watermelon festival held in later generations, and Pangezhuang is among the best every year, especially Pangezhuang Lao Song watermelon, which can basically win the grand prize.

Hanpi is here today, but he doesn't know anyone here at this time, but he knows one person, that is Lao Song, of course, the old Song at this time is not the old Song of later generations, the old Song of later generations, but the son of this old Song now.

It's a little far from the imperial capital, but when he saw a red armband entering the village, many people were still a little wary of him, and when they saw Hanpi, they all left one by one.

"Wait a minute, comrade. ”

Hanpi stopped a middle-aged man, he originally wanted to stop a young man, but after thinking about it, forget it, the middle-aged man should know more than the young man.

"You... What's the matter with you?"

The middle-aged man avoided the pestilence like a plague.

"Don't get me wrong, comrade, I'm just here to find someone. ”

"Who are you looking for?"

It's better not to say that it's better to find someone, but after talking about finding someone, the middle-aged man is even more guarded against him, it seems that the reputation of this red armband is really bad, but he has no choice, if he doesn't wear this clothes, it is estimated that he can't even get out of the city.

"Comrade, that's the case, I want to find the old Song of your village. ”

"Old Song, many people in our village have the surname Song, I don't know who you are talking about?"

"Uh!" Han Pi didn't expect this to be the case, he remembered the old Song watermelon, but he didn't think that there were so many people surnamed Song here.

But it's not impossible for Hanpi to be out of the question, he knows that the old Song in later generations said that his skills were passed on to him by his father, if so, the current old Song should be very famous in the village.

"Comrade, that's the case, I want to find the old Song in your village who is very good at growing watermelons. ”

"You... What are you looking for him?" the middle-aged man looked at Hayashi vigilantly.

"Oh! nothing, I just want to buy some watermelon and go back. ”

"Buy watermelon!" the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you know Old Song?"

"Of course I do. The middle-aged man smiled, and then said, "Not only do I know, but I also know it very well." ”

"Hahaha, that's great, please take me there. After saying that, he hurriedly took out a pack of big front door from his arms and handed it to the middle-aged man.

Seeing the big front door, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, this is a good cigarette, and he usually can't buy it if he wants to, of course, no one will buy it, because he can't afford to smoke it.

A pack of big front doors costs five cents, in this era, only cadres can afford to buy, ordinary people smoke tobacco leaves, and those with better conditions smoke battle brand cigarettes, and they can also buy them for nothing, a penny.

Of course, there are also cigarettes that are more expensive than Daqianmen, that is, Phoenix, Beidaihe, and Shanhaiguan, these kinds of cigarettes are about one dollar, and even fewer can afford to smoke.

"I don't have to take you there, because he's right in front of you. ”

The middle-aged man took the cigarette and put it in his pocket first, and then said to Hanpi, I don't know if he was afraid that Hanpi would go back.

"Ah, you're Old Song, that's great. ”

"If you're looking for someone who is very good at growing watermelons, it's probably me. ”

It's easy to talk about finding someone.

In fact, Hanpi is more lucky, Lao Song has just returned from the city today, and sent watermelons to the city, of course, not to the interior, but to the department store, although the small supply and marketing cooperatives do not have watermelons, but places like department stores are absolutely there.

Lao Song, who came back from delivering watermelons, is here to brag to everyone, of course, to say some new things in the city, no, he ran into a foolish skin, if he hadn't said it, how would these people know that the red armband is so hateful.

"This is the watermelon I grow, if you want to eat it, go pick a few. ”

Lao Song took Han Pi to a field, he probably rode a bicycle when he saw Han Pi, it was impossible to bring much, and this watermelon was not worth much.

"I want a lot of this, I think I'd better tell the village. ”

This is the watermelon planted by Lao Song, yes, but this does not belong to Lao Song, this belongs to the collective, if you pick a few to eat, this is no problem, Lao Song can call the shots, but does Hanpi want a few? Of course not.

"How much do you want?" said Lao Song and glanced at the naïve bicycle again.

"That old Song, you may have misunderstood, I just came to play the front station, after I said it here, I will come over to pull, it is estimated that it will cost at least tens of thousands of catties. ”

"Few... Tens of thousands of catties?" Old Song was startled.

"Yes, tens of thousands of catties. Foolish nodded.

"Shhh Lao Song gasped and said, "That's it, you wait here, I'll call the village chief over, I can't be the master of this matter." ”

"Okay, go ahead, I'll wait here. ”

It didn't take long, it was estimated that it would be less than half an hour, Lao Song came back again, followed by an old man, looking at the age of about fifty or sixty years old, of course, people in this era are relatively old, maybe in their fifties.

"Hello comrade, I heard Xiao Song say that you want to buy watermelon?"

"yes, I wonder if you can sell it to me?"

"Of course no problem, what can be sold here. ”

Watermelon is different from grain, this thing is sold for money, and it is sold to anyone, and it is even more problematic if the skin comes to the ground.

"Then the price of this watermelon ......"

"This comrade, if you can find here, you should know that our watermelons here are different from other places, and our watermelons here cost a penny. ”

A penny and a pound are really high, this is to buy in the ground, a watermelon is about ten catties, that is a dime, but Hanpi also knows that the watermelon here is indeed different from other places, the watermelon here, a seedling needs a watermelon, so calculated, this acre of land is only 600 watermelons.

Just a dime for a watermelon, it is only 60 yuan, and watermelons in other places, several watermelons on a seedling, although cheap, but not delicious, the sweetness can not reach at all.

"A penny, a pound!" sighed.