"Don't worry if you haven't got your share yet, everyone will have it next year!" Cheng Yangyang comforted them.

"I still want to plant! I still want to plant!"

Liu Wei's father has just come back to his senses from the division of 800 Wen, he used to be always worried that others would suffer a loss when he planted trees, but now it seems that he is a loss, he is blessed!

"I must find more land to grow watermelons next year, and I will plant them again next year!"

"Uncle Liu Wei, we have signed a contract for ten years, you have to plant if you don't plant", Cheng Yangyang joked, of course she hoped that the more they planted, the better.

"By the way, in two or three days it will be the Midyear Festival, Village Chief Liu, you can arrange the car in the past two days, see if you take a little time to send a watermelon to Wangjia Village, and then take back the gifts I prepared for you and distribute them to everyone by the way. ”

The two villages were exchanged, and she couldn't get the watermelon back to the people of Wangjia Village anyway.

"Okay, good!" Village Chief Liu nodded happily, this Cheng Yangyang is a good one!

......

Cheng Yangyang only finished speaking yesterday, and this afternoon he saw Liujia Village sending ten truckloads full of watermelons to Wangjia Village.

"Village Chief Wang, we have sent you watermelons according to Miss Cheng's wishes!" Village Chief Liu pulled Village Chief Wang and said arrogantly, "Where is Miss Cheng?"

Village Chief Wang had long known that Cheng Yangyang had prepared gifts for them during the Midyear Festival, and when he saw Liujiacun coming, he happily went to call Cheng Yangyang.

"Village Chief, slow down, don't worry!"

Cheng Yangyang followed the village chief all the way down the mountain, she persuaded Village Chief Wang to walk slowly, for fear that his body would not be able to bear it, but she didn't expect that she would be disgusted by Village Chief Wang for walking slowly.

"Cheng girl, you are young, why are you walking slower than my old man, hurry up, Village Chief Liu is waiting in the village!"

Let's go!

Cheng Yangyang quickened his pace, and the two of them arrived at the threshing floor together, and saw that ten carts of watermelons from Liujia Village had arrived.

"Village Chief Liu, why are you here so soon?" she said yesterday.

"We got up before dawn to go to the field to pick melons, the car has been sent to the city in the morning, now I have time to send it to you, and I have to go back immediately to prepare to send the melons in the evening!"

Village Chief Liu said while following the people in the village to unload the melon, they can't wait for Wangjia Village to divide the melon, let Cheng Yangyang share it himself after they finish unloading, they have to go back to send it.

The farmers around the grain saw Cheng Yangyang unloading the truck, and they all came to help, and a group of people were busy unloading melons on the grain, which was also very fun.

As soon as they finished unloading the melons, Wang Xiaoshan took the people from the duck factory to pick up the ducks and duck eggs.

When the village chief went to call her, Cheng Yangyang knew that Liujia Village was coming, and when she passed by the school, she asked Wang Xiaoshan to go to the duck factory to ask someone to bring things.

The people of the duck factory were also in a hurry to pick up things, and a group of people filled the newly emptied cars, which was as lively as the New Year.

"Village Chief Liu, there are two ducks per household, and one hundred preserved eggs and salted duck eggs per household, please go back to Village Chief Liu to help distribute them to everyone, I won't go with you", Cheng Yangyang explained.

"Okay, I know!" Village Chief Liu looked at the car that was filled again, and he was happy.

They never dreamed that they would still have so much delicious food to take and wages to receive not long after the famine, which was like a dream!

After the goods were loaded, Liujiacun did not delay for a moment, and he didn't even have time to drink saliva, so he drove the ox cart back.

The watermelons in one place were piled up in the threshing field, and Cheng Yangyang saw that everyone was there, so he divided them on the spot.

"Come, each family has two big watermelons, everyone can eat enough!" "A watermelon is ten catties, they can indeed enjoy it."

"I've heard that watermelons sell well in the city, and we haven't had time to go to the city to have a look, but now it's okay, everyone can have a good time tonight!"

Village Chief Wang excitedly told the villagers that the few that Cheng Yangyang brought back before were not enough for each of them, and now they can finally have a good taste.

"The watermelon can be stored for several days, if you can't finish it tonight, I suggest you hang the watermelon in the well or put it in the basin, so that it tastes better when it is cold!"

Cheng Yangyang suggested them.

"Okay, I'll soak the watermelon in the tank when I get home!"

Village Chief Wang took a few people to distribute watermelons to everyone, and their faces were full of expectations for watermelons.

Just when Cheng Yangyang and everyone were preparing for the Midyear Festival, the summer resort in Nanfeng was not so lively.

Mountain resort.

Nanfeng was half-lying on the tiles of the roof, holding a pot of wine in his hand, drinking alone with the bright moon in the night sky, extremely melancholy.

It's been a year since he was expelled from the capital, and in this year, he has enjoyed all the freedom and ease that he can't enjoy in the capital, he doesn't have to face the courtiers, he doesn't need to speculate about the king's heart, he should be free, but why is freedom still accompanied by loneliness?

I don't know if his emperor's brother still remembers that he still has a younger brother alive in this poor and remote place.

"Lord!" the housekeeper of the palace looked at his own prince who was melancholy on the roof, and he was distressed.

What a good person his prince is, he became famous at a young age, not only the emperor favored him, but even the current saint trusts him.

But because of this, their four royal mansions were squeezed out by more than a dozen other royal mansions, and they joined forces to squeeze his prince out of the capital and live here.

"What's the matter?" Nanfeng didn't even bow his head, and his light tone seemed to be talking to the moon.

"Lord Wang, tomorrow is the Midyear Festival, Lord Xu invites the prince to enter the city to enjoy the lanterns together, can the prince go?"

Even if his daughter suffered such a thing, Xu Weimin still didn't dare to snub Nanfeng, whenever there was any activity in the city, no matter how big or small, he would send people to ask.

Even though Nanfeng is unwilling to appreciate his face, he also has to make a show.

"Zhongyuan Festival?huh!" Nanfeng couldn't help laughing, what did Zhongyuan Festival tell him to see?

Even the lonely ghost was visited, but he didn't, he's afraid he's more desolate than the lonely ghost now, right?

"Fu Bo, tell me to go down, no sacrifices are allowed in the Midyear Festival Mansion, no lamps are allowed, if you dare to disobey the order, you will be expelled from the palace!"

He wants all the lonely souls and wild ghosts near the palace to be as desolate as he is!

"Yes!" the butler commanded, though he didn't know what was happening.

"Chang Ning, go and help this king get a pot of wine again!" Nanfeng threw the wine pot in his hand to the ground and shouted into the air.

Hearing this, an invisible figure in the night sky flew in a certain direction with a light skill, and after a while, the figure appeared beside Nanfeng, holding a pot of wine and a plate of cut watermelon in his hand.

But in Nanfeng's eyes, he only saw the pot of wine, and he didn't pay attention to the plate of watermelon at all.