Liu Mei and the others looked in the direction of Meng Qing in unison.

Meng Qing's sentence "delicious" is like a reassuring pill, which makes the people who have planted autumn watermelons at home feel a lot more at ease.

But there are still many people who grow apples, persimmons and vegetables, what about their losses?

Someone asked, "Can apples be made into applesauce?" ”

The place where the apple was smashed quickly oxidized and discolored, worse than watermelon, and not a single one could be sold.

Someone else asked, "My persimmons are sweet, and persimmons can also be made into sauce, right?" ”

Jiang Zhilian smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid the persimmons can't be saved, I saw on the way just now that they were all rotten into mud......

The mother who planted persimmons cried out with a wow, echoing and tear-jerking.

"Well, don't cry yet." Jiang Zhilian persuaded her, but she didn't cover the other party's howling voice at all.

She carried the qi of Yun Dantian, pulled her throat, and shouted fiercely: "Don't cry!" ”

The eldest lady hiccuped for a moment and looked at Jiang Zhilian in horror.

"Listen to me!" Jiang Zhilian softened her tone and explained: "I have tried to make all kinds of sauces, such as apples, grapes, and strawberries, which are suitable for making jam and eating it with bread. But our place is not very popular at the moment, and the sales will not be very good. To make a salty sauce such as bibimba and stir-fry, watermelon is the best for fruits. ”

Immediately, there were long sighs from the crowd, and a few low sobs could be faintly heard.

Jiang Zhilian swept her sad face, "With so much watermelon sauce, I can't do it alone, so I need to recruit workers!" ”

Liu Mei asked, "Recruitment?" Give money? ”

Jiang Zhilian: "Since it is a recruitment, it must be paid." People who don't grow watermelons can each have one person, and the salary is calculated at ten yuan a day. ”

"Milk's milk's wages are higher than the wages of workers!" Caitou raised his hand excitedly, "I don't grow watermelons at home, I'll sign up!" You can tell me to do anything! ”

"I'm going to sign up too, I'll do anything!"

"And me."

"Count me in!"

……

Jiang Zhilian only needs twenty people, ten people to make sauce, five people to deliver goods, and five people to sell.

There are obviously more than 20 people who can raise their hands, there may be two people from a family here, and there seem to be people who grow watermelons at home and want to come over to work to earn more money.

She doesn't recognize all people, so it's not good to make a decision right away.

"Well, you can go to the accountant to register in a while, and I'll let you know early tomorrow morning after I've screened it. Captain Song, do you think this is going to work? ”

Song Fulai furrowed his brows, "Okay, let's do it!" ”

**

After the hailstorm, the heat has subsided by half.

The weather is clear and the breeze is refreshing.

Before dark, all the watermelons were delivered.

Jiang Zhilian left the qualified watermelon, passed the scale, and immediately paid according to the previously agreed price.

There were too many watermelons, and they couldn't fit in the yard of my aunt's house, so Jiang Zhilian had to lead everyone to Meng Qing's house.

Meng Qing looked at the uninvited person and raised the corner of his eye, "You're not afraid that my cat will scratch all these melons?" ”

Jiang Zhilian glared: "You have to shut up your broken cat tonight, if it dares to touch my melon, I will dare to stew it!" Stewed or braised can't help you, let alone it! ”

A melon is money, and money is a melon.

If there is a melon, there will be money, and if the melon is destroyed, she will lose a lot!

At this time, the yellow cat raised by Meng Qing walked in front of Jiang Zhilian with arrogant cat steps, and went straight to the watermelon mountain piled up under the wall.

Meng Qing rushed over, lifted it up, and locked it in the warehouse.

Uncle Meow was very dissatisfied, pulled the crack in the door, and roared a few times extremely fiercely, but unfortunately no one paid attention to it.

"Do you count as cat abuse?" Jiang Zhilian broke two pieces of watermelon, one handed it to Meng Qing, and the other took it and nibbled it herself.

Meng Qing said solemnly: "I will compensate it for two small dried fish, and it will forgive me." ”

Jiang Zhilian sneered: "Cat slave! ”

Meng Qing ate melons quietly, eating extraordinarily. Unlike Jiang Zhilian, there is watermelon juice everywhere she gnaws, and she can't wait to put a watermelon mask on her face.

She casually asked, "Why do you have a cat?" When a pet's? ”

He replied, "Not pets, people and cats are equal." ”

She pouted, "Then you shouldn't keep the cat at home, but let it go back to nature!" ”

He looked serious, "I provide it with shelter from the wind and rain, and it helps me catch mice, which is an equal partnership." ”

"Oh......" she wiped the watermelon juice from her forehead with the back of her hand, "I don't have a cat at home, but I don't see any rats." ”

He raised his eyes to look at her, as if he was looking at a fool, "You should thank my cat for this, without it, your house would have been gnawed empty by mice." ”

"This cat will come to my house to hunt!" She looked surprised, then thought of something, spread out her palm and hooked her fingers, "As its owner, do you have to pay me some food?" ”

Meng Qing accurately threw the melon peel into the garbage basket two meters away, and in turn spread his hands to Jiang Zhilian with an indifferent expression.

Jiang Zhilian was puzzled, "What do you mean?" ”

Meng Qing's businesslike tone, "Management fee!" ”

Jiang Zhilian: "What management fee?" ”

Meng Qing pointed to the watermelon.

Jiang Zhilian understood now, she smiled shyly, "Neighbors, what do you know so well?" ”

Meng Qing: "......"

"Okay, okay, forget about the food expenses." Jiang Zhilian followed Meng Qing's example and threw the watermelon skin, but the accuracy was too much, and the melon skin did not go into the garbage basket and fell directly to the door panel of the warehouse.

The yellow cat, which had just stopped for a while, hissed and barked again.

Jiang Zhilian plucked her ears, "Is it springing, you hurry up and give it a seed, it's weird." ”

Meng Qing: "...... It's neutered! ”

"Oh, neutered...... That's what to do so ruthlessly, and I'm not afraid to shout at it. Jiang Zhilian walked to the gate, "I'll go back first, I'll ask someone to take these melons away tomorrow, and they won't occupy your yard for too long." ”

Meng Qing reminded: "Pay attention to wild cats at night. ”

Jiang Zhilian stopped and turned around, "And what about the wild cats?" Is it a lot? Cats don't eat watermelon, do they? ”

"It's not necessarily true that cats don't eat it, but with so many watermelons, rats must like it." Meng Qing paused, and said leisurely: "Wild cats like rats......"

Jiang Zhilian imagined the picture of cat and mouse, and suddenly felt a little cerebral congestion.

"What then? Cover the watermelon? It's not that big. Jiang Zhilian didn't expect such trouble.

Meng Qing: "Let's get some lime, it will have a little effect." But to be on the safe side, it's best to leave someone watching. With so many melons, even if animals don't think about it, people will think about it. ”

"Thanks for the reminder! If you don't say it, I can't think of this layer, I almost missed a big thing! Jiang Zhilian smiled slightly, and slapped the big watermelon in her hand, "I am responsible for my melon, and I will leave these to you!" ”

Meng Qing: "......"

It's easy for him to call, right?

Did you pay your salary?

What's in it for him?

Don't tell him that the reward is two jars of watermelon sauce?

He can't eat!

"Hard work!" Jiang Zhilian patted Meng Qing's shoulder with the hand that patted the watermelon, "Such a delicious watermelon, don't waste it, I will feel distressed if I am bitten by a mouse!" ”

Meng Qing looked down at his shoulder, leaving a small black handprint on it. If you look closely, there is also a little red watermelon juice.

**

That night, through a courtyard wall, the courtyard on both sides was steaming with lime.

In the second half of the night, Jiang Zhilian was a little sleepy.

She listened with her ears pricked up, and there was silence next door.

You can't be asleep, right?

"Hey......" she called softly.

"......" no one responded.

"Hey! Meng Qing! Afraid of disturbing her aunt and her husband-in-law, she only raised her voice a little and didn't dare to shout too loudly.

"What's the matter?" The other end finally responded.

"Why did you pretend to be dead when you called you just now!" Jiang Zhilian walked to the base of the wall and leaned her back against the adobe courtyard wall.

"I don't call for feed, you call for feed, why should I agree." His voice was muffled, with a different kind of magnetism in the silence of the night.

"...... "If you are not so tsundere, can you die?!"

Jiang Zhilian rolled her eyes to the moon, "What are you doing, why haven't you moved at all." ”

He absentmindedly replied, "Read." ”

"What book? Interesting? "She's really a little bored, so bored that she can fall asleep the next moment.

Meng Qing: "Interesting. ”

Jiang Zhilian: "Throw it over and show me?" Wake me up. ”