The carriage bumped all the way on the official road of Lingyun City, and the hot sun baked the roof of the carriage hot, and the rising heat made the temperature of the carriage continue to rise, very sultry, I saw that the tea on the desk had already been drunk, and the three of them were dry for a while.

Shen Bixin's personal little maid Lan'er quietly lifted the curtain under hunger and thirst, and saw the bustling scene outside the curtain, with stalls set up at the door of the small vendors, shouting endlessly, it turned out that she had arrived in the market, and there was a small merchant selling fresh watermelons that had just ripen not far away.

Watermelon! Lan'er's beautiful eyes lit up, and she said lightly: "Miss, the tea has been drunk, let's buy a watermelon to quench our thirst, right?" ”

Shen Bixin was already very dry-mouthed, but her cold and arrogant surname was never revealed, and when she heard the word watermelon, her beautiful eyes immediately flashed with a hint of hope, and she nodded slightly: "Well, let Shen Liu go buy one." ”

The family member who drove the carriage was named Shen Liu, loyal and honest but a little excited, Shen Bixin often took him with him when he went out, Lan'er hurriedly said: "Sixth son, Miss asked you to buy a watermelon." ”

"Okay!" Shen Liu shouted, thinking that it had been a long time since he had eaten watermelon, and now he was able to drag the blessing of the young lady and eat a bite of watermelon, which was really refreshing.

Zhu Ziming licked his lips, which were a little fierce, how could this ghost weather be so hot, and he still had to sit in this hot and deadly broken carriage, if only there was an air conditioner, although this is impossible, but it is always okay to Yiyin.

Stopping the carriage, Shen Liu quickly bought the cut watermelon, and respectfully handed over all the watermelon trays to Lan'er, not daring to eat a piece first, without the permission of the young lady, would you dare to eat it.

Lan'er put the watermelon on the desk, and then brought a piece of watermelon to the young lady: "Miss"

Shen Bixin hummed lightly, then took it and took a bite gently, the sweet and cool feeling of the watermelon flesh made her feel extremely comfortable, and showed a rare smile: "You and Shen Liu can both take it and eat it ourselves." ”

"Huh!" Lan'er waited for Miss's words, responded with joy, and hurriedly took a piece herself, and then gave Shen Liu another piece.

Shen Liu happily sat in the carriage with the watermelon and ate it excitedly, but at this moment, only Zhu Ziminggan sat on the side, watching them eat.

This hateful chick, don't you need to be so ruthless, and she won't give her future husband to her subordinates? Zhu Ziming gritted his teeth for a while, although he was thick-skinned, he was not thick enough to ask for it.

Shen Bixin gently bit the melon flesh again, and then quietly glanced at him from the corner of her eye, snorting coldly in her heart, I didn't expect you to be a little arrogant!

Zhu Ziming's big hand quietly touched his arms, but it was empty, he forgot to bring his money bag, and he wanted to buy a watermelon for himself.

The little maid Lan'er glanced at her uncle, and when she saw the poor aunt with cracked lips, she felt pity at once, but she noticed that the young lady was still pretty and frosty, and she didn't dare to say anything more and lowered her head to continue eating watermelon.

The carriage was still parked in front of the melon seller, and the vendor after making a business was even more passionate, shouting loudly: "Sell watermelon, it's not sweet and you don't want money!" ”

Unexpectedly, Zhu Ziming lifted the curtain of the car and said to the vendor: "Old man, your melon is really sweet?" “

"Hmph" Shen Bixin sneered, as if she had guessed what he wanted to do.

Zhu Ziming asked again: "Not sweet, no money?" ”

The white-bearded old trader said confidently: "Yes, it's not sweet, don't pay a penny!" ”

Under the stunned eyes of everyone, Zhu Ziming said excitedly: "Wow! Great, boss, come on something not sweet. ”

The old trader was in a cold sweat on his forehead, he didn't bring such a foolish business, right?

"Puff" Lan'er and Shen Liu laughed, my uncle is really good at making trouble, it's really funny, and the neighboring stall vendors around are all laughing, and when they meet such a person who buys melons, they really can't cry or laugh.

What an abominable man! thought that he was going to ask the vendor for melons to eat, but at this time, Shen Bixin's eyes were full of smiles, but she didn't laugh out loud, but her smile flashed and disappeared, and she showed a cold appearance.

The little maid secretly thought in her heart, her uncle was so interesting, and living with him would not be boring, but unfortunately, the young lady didn't like him very much.

This big black guy is completely here to kick the game, and the old trader is slightly embarrassed and said: "This son, the melons sold by the old man are all sweet, and there is nothing that is not sweet."

This black-faced boy sat in the carriage, and his subordinates had already bought melons and went up, didn't he have nothing to do, but how did the old trader know Zhu Ziming's suffering, and he was better than his uncle, what kind of world.

"No" Zhu Ziming glanced at the plump and round pile of watermelons, and said with a smile: "The old man should have used bran as fertilizer, right?" ”

The old trader was stunned all of a sudden, how could this boy know that the use of bran as fertilizer was passed down from his ancestors, and it had never been passed on to others, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly said: "How did the boy know?" ”

Seeing the old vendor's nervous expression, he guessed correctly, Zhu Ziming shook his head: "Don't worry, old man, I won't talk nonsense, my hometown also uses this method to grow watermelons." ”

I heard that my uncle was only eight years old, but I didn't expect my uncle to understand this kind of melon technique, it was really amazing, Shen Liu glanced at his uncle, and there was a hint of reverence in his eyes.

Recalling his hometown, his mother had planted this kind of watermelon and used bran cake as fertilizer, and the appearance was very similar, Zhu Ziming's heart suddenly recalled a lot of past events, and it was gloomy

Zhu Ziming's sudden silence made Shen Bixin look at him suspiciously, but Miss Shen looked at a pair of extremely sad eyes, that kind of faint sorrow, faint sentimentality, as if he had an indescribable sad past.

Her heart trembled, Shen Bixin couldn't believe her eyes, this person had not been doing anything right all day, and suddenly he had changed his appearance, which made people unacceptable for a while.

"Shen Liu, let's go, don't delay the hour," Shen Bixin didn't look at him again, but finished eating watermelon outside the carriage and waited for the order.

"Rack!" Shen Liu shouted, and the carriage began to move

Immediately, Shen Bixin secretly muttered something in Lan'er's ear without Zhu Dachang noticing.

Zhu Ziming shook his head, no matter how much he wanted, it would be useless, let's have a good time, and just as he was about to look up, a pair of slender little hands came out in front of him, and between the small hands was a piece of fresh and delicious watermelon.

The little girl smiled and said, "Uncle, come and eat watermelon." ”