The next day, Shen Qingyang called some friends and relatives in the village, and as soon as the phone came, as soon as the big truck arrived, he began to pick melons and transport melons vigorously.

In the melon field, many people use the flat pole to pick the melon is too hard, all of them are sweating, in the past, everyone can put at least three or four watermelons on one side of the flat arm, here, good guys, each side of the basket can only put up to two, one more can not be put down, this is really no way, only blame this watermelon is big and heavy. What made everyone feel even more helpless was that even if they picked so little, they still broke several flat poles.

Seeing everyone's hard work, under Shen Qingyang's signal, the fat melon merchant was also watching from the side, Shen Qiang brought a knife and prepared to cut a watermelon to taste.

After picking three or four times, everyone was a little tired, and they all wanted to taste this watermelon.

Under the gaze of everyone, Shen Qiang picked up a knife and gently broke a hole in the middle, only to hear a click, good guy, the watermelon automatically split in half directly along the crack, everyone couldn't help but admire when they saw it, it was really a good melon, and then look inside, the skin was thin and meaty, and the bright red made people can't help but swallow saliva in their throats.

A slice of watermelon goes down to the stomach, that taste, what a cool word.

Looking at the way everyone gobbled up, Shen Qiang felt happy in his heart, it seems that the soil and spring fruits in that space are really as Youyou said, they are really absolutely superior, Shen Qiang figured out, after the test of watermelon, he will make good use of the contents in the future, this is a great opportunity.

When loading the car, the watermelons were weighed and put on, not only did they look similar one by one, but also the average weight reached 30 catties, what kind of concept is this, those big watermelons look like a little pig.

Originally, the fat man was still a pity in his heart, if it was 6,000 catties per acre, it would be 36,000 in total, but the weight of the big truck would be 40,000 to 50,000.

Now it's okay, and the fat man has a smile on his face, and he looks at the scale happily.

Busy for an afternoon, finally, until close to the evening, all six acres of watermelons were completely loaded onto the big truck, in previous years, many melon merchants in the melon, will choose some quality is not very good, the fat man is good, not a single stay, all wanted, Shen Qingyang wants to keep a few of his own family to eat, by the way to send some to those friends who help the villagers, the fat man is a strong unhappy, look at that face, as if cutting his flesh, don't look at others talk very hearty, do business, is also a master of the door.

Seeing the look of the fat man, not only did not give a bad impression, but made these villagers feel that the boss was good, and he had no watermelons left.

The fat man did this, not to mention the reason for the good quality of the melon, the villagers could give the boss a score of ten points in their hearts, and the price was bold, and they didn't pick melons, such a boss is rare.

Fortunately, Shen Qingyang left a hand, and the watermelons in the melon field were not completely picked.

When the general account was finally calculated, everyone saw that a total of more than 40,000 catties of watermelons were planted on six acres of land, and it was the first time in so many years that they had seen such a situation.

Everyone was stunned.

When the big truck was leaving, the fat man also deliberately left a title, Shen Qingyang took a look, the fat man's name was Li Dashuang, a native of Tianhai, and his name was quite similar to other people's surnames, but it was really rare to send business cards, often after the melon merchants finished harvesting the melons, they did not contact the melon farmers, which is also normal, like watermelons, especially for places like Huayan Village, grow good melons, the market is good, others will come to ask for it, if the market sales are not good, the watermelon is rotten in the field, and no one wants it.

Therefore, generally speaking, few people still have contact with melon merchants after doing business.

Shen Qiang also specially told the fat man that this watermelon is almost a pollution-free watermelon, no pesticides have been used, and the fertilizers are all farmhouse fertilizers.

When the fat man heard this, he was immediately a little surprised, but he didn't say anything on the surface, he was already calculating in his heart, no wonder this melon looks so good-looking, with clear stripes, green, it turns out that there is this one, this is a green pollution-free fruit, you can get a label when you turn around, maybe you can ask Lao Wang for a better price.

Li Dashuang had such an abacus in his heart, and he was also very happy that he could make a lot of money by successfully getting such a batch of high-quality watermelons and selling them to food processing factories.

In the end, the total income was 52,000 yuan, and the family was very happy.

Shen Qingyang was also happy to look at the money there and count the money, more than 50,000 yuan, which really kept him busy for a while, and after confirming that it was not fake money, he shook hands with the fat man, and the cooperation was pleasant, which can be regarded as a farewell.

Before leaving, the fat man also specially said to Shen Qingyang: "Brother, tell you the truth, the watermelon you planted is too big, if it weren't for the big and neat sake, it is estimated that few people would want such a watermelon, put it on the market, people still think that it is a hormone, even if they know that it is not a hormone, let others buy a melon for sixty or seventy yuan, many people simply don't want it." ”

Hearing the fat man say this, Shen Qiang thought about it, this Li Dashuang is worthy of being a long-term melon seller, if this watermelon is placed on the market, the price is high, and it is so big, if consumers are allowed to buy a melon for sixty or seventy yuan, it is estimated that some people are really reluctant.

Thinking about it this way, it is estimated that the melon merchants who asked for melons before will also have more or less contact with those food processing factories, otherwise they may not dare to ask for these melons.

In the evening, those friends who helped gathered at Shen Qingyang's house for dinner, everyone was busy all day, they would be very tired, and they were happy to see that Shen Qingyang's watermelons were sold at such a good price.

There is such a rule in the village, which family sells watermelons, they will pick up a flat burden to help, rarely say that they collect wages, they all help each other, today your family sells watermelons, others come to help, and when others sell watermelons one day, you also have to help, but a meal must be invited.

The watermelon sells well, and everyone eats it happily.

……

It was another sunny day, and the family sat at a simple wooden dining table eating.

"Qiangzi, I see that your face is wrong, what's wrong?"

Shen Qingyang looked absent-mindedly when he saw his son eating, and the expression on his face was also very strange, so he couldn't help but stop his chopsticks and ask.

"Dad, I'm ...... I don't want to go out to work this year. Shen Qiang endured it for a long time in his heart, and when he heard his father ask, the chopsticks paused, and he still said this sentence.

"Qiangzi, it's not as good at home as outside, look at you, your face was still white when you came back, what kind of tanning are you now, how can you find a girlfriend in the future?" Li Xiaoying heard her son say this, and interjected.

In the eyes of their parents, they have always thought that the city is better than the countryside, and even working in the factory is more profitable than at home. How can there be as good as parents in the city.

"Mom, it's okay."

"Hadron, have you thought about it?" Shen Qingyang asked.

"Dad, I've already thought about it." Shen Qiang replied affirmatively.

"Well, it's okay to be at home, help your parents do some work, we don't have to work so hard."

Shen Qingyang still has that slightly joking tone, Shen Qiang used to be about the same as his father's surname, and occasionally liked to joke, but after a few years, his water chestnut has almost been smoothed out, and it is no longer as sharp as it was at the beginning.

Shen Qingyang himself thinks it's nothing, to put it mildly, if it weren't for the high-tech products that his son got when he sowed seeds, the watermelons wouldn't grow so well, and his son was at home, maybe he could also help himself a lot, and when he thought about it, he could go out to work outside.

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