If you ask what fruit is the most expensive in the world, this question is not easy to answer, but if you ask when the fruit is the most expensive, of course, it is a fruit that is out of season.

Today, only the last trace of the tail of summer is left, and the sun is still shining in Chaofeng City, and in the main road, there is a vendor pushing a cart of watermelons who wants to take advantage of the time to salvage a sum.

"Yo, it's all this time, and there are still watermelons?" a passerby asked curiously when he saw the big green watermelon on the cart.

Watermelon is a unique fruit in summer in this world, because it is easy to grow, so the annual output is very large, and even some poor families can eat a mouthful of sweet watermelon in the hot night. And the watermelons that appear at the beginning of autumn are very rare.

Seeing someone ask about the watermelon on his car, the vendor raised his eyebrows, patted the nearest big watermelon in his hand and said, "I have a unique secret here, otherwise you won't be able to see such a good big watermelon." ”

The man was interested, and after walking on the street for so long, his mouth happened to be thirsty, so he asked, "How much is a pound?" ”

The peddler smiled, rubbed his hands, and said, "Five copper coins and a big watermelon, why don't you sell it by the pound." ”

Hey, what watermelon can be sold for five copper coins, the passer-by's face was extremely ugly, he had no idea of selling watermelons, shook his head and left the vendor and his cart.

Although the peddler had a smile on his face, he still whispered 'poor ghost!', but fortunately this watermelon was not intended to be sold to these poor people.

After parking the cart, the vendor built a platform out of the wooden frame on the cart, and then placed some of the watermelons on the platform.

"Come and see, don't pass by, big watermelon, not sweet, not crisp, no money!" The hawker began to shout hard, there were few watermelons at this time, and he publicized it, the effect was naturally excellent, and soon the stall was full of people.

There are rules in Chaofeng City, those who do not have the permission of the government are not allowed to set up stalls outside at will, this watermelon seller in order to get the permission of the government, for this reason he also paid out of his own pocket, today he must earn back the money he pasted in.

"Hey, how did you grow this watermelon, why is there still a watermelon at this time?" After the onlookers knew the price, no one bought it, but there were many people who asked this kind of question.

No one bought the watermelons on his stall, and the vendor didn't have a good face to deal with the onlookers, patting the big watermelons on the table, he said disdainfully: "If I tell you, what else do I rely on to eat?

As soon as he said this, everyone around him burst into laughter.

The questioner was a thin-skinned man, but he actually walked out at this time, came to the vendor, took out five copper coins from his cuffs, lined them up on the table one by one, and took a watermelon without looking back.

After having a person take the lead, many people have moved the mind of buying melons, the so-called rare is expensive, and it is understandable that watermelons can be sold so expensive. The most important thing in Chaofeng City is people who can live, so the hawkers started today's business.

Looking at the copper coins gradually increasing in his pocket, the vendor's face was filled with a happy smile, it was worth paying so much.

There were several ladies standing in front of the table where the watermelons were now placed, patting left and right to pick watermelons.

"Auntie, our watermelon is very sweet, you don't have to pick it again, there are so many people waiting for it. "The peddler said 'kind words' that he didn't want these women to delay his money-making plan.

As a woman, it is naturally impossible to listen to the hawker's words, and she is still choosing her favorite watermelon.

Suddenly, a dirty, wizened arm stretched out out of nowhere and slammed it on the table where the watermelons were kept, and then his master, an old beggar with a messy head, appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The old beggar was filthy and even smelled. The woman who was still picking and choosing one second ago held a watermelon and left the stall with a disgusted face the next second.

The people behind him, who were waiting in line to buy watermelons, saw the old beggars who suddenly appeared, all of them were as disgusted as flies, shaking their heads and walking away.

This scene fell into the eyes of the peddler, he panicked, and hurriedly shouted at the old beggar: "Where is the old beggar, dare to disturb my business, don't get out of here!"

Yu Lao looked at the incomparably attractive big watermelon, and after smiling lewdly, he said, "What are you in a hurry, I'm here to buy watermelon drops!"

The peddler's face soothed a little, and after knowing that the old beggar was not here to make trouble, he said, "Hurry up, there are so many people waiting behind you!"

Yu Lao nodded, recognized the largest watermelon at a glance, and held it in his arms.

"Why don't you have a knife here, how do you know if your watermelon is delicious if you don't let people taste it?" asked Yu Lao with a pout.

Seeing the old beggar look like a scoundrel, the vendor was a little panicked, and wanted to drive people away, but when he saw Yu Lao's thin body, he was afraid that as soon as he made a move, he would lie on the ground and start to lie to himself.

"Ouch, there's a knife, there's a knife!" the peddler jumped to his feet and quickly took out a machete from the cart behind him.

After helping to cut the watermelon selected by Yu Lao in half, he hurriedly pushed it aside.

"Come and buy watermelons, everybody!" shouted the vendor again.

Yu Lao was eating watermelon with his hands on the side, although he looked sloppy, but his back was to the melon buyers, so there were melon buyers in front of the vendor's stall.

Yu Lao smashed his mouth, and then muttered: "What kind of broken watermelon, it's not sweet at all, it's quite crispy, but shouldn't the watermelon be sandy to be delicious?"

After speaking, Yu Lao also threw the half-eaten watermelon on the ground, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and prepared to leave.

The peddler couldn't bear this scene, he walked over, pointed at Yu Lao's nose and said, "Old beggar, you didn't say anything about eating watermelon and smashing my signboard, why don't you want to give money?"

Yu Lao's face was full of astonishment, and then he shook his head, "Didn't you say that you didn't give money if you weren't sweet?"

"You..." The peddler was speechless for a while, rolled up his sleeves and was about to punch Yu Laolai, knocking over this old bastard who wanted to eat overlord melon to the ground.

"Beat people! Beat the old man in broad daylight!"

Before the fist fell, Yu Lao began to scream miserably, so many people around him watched, as long as he really made a move, the white one could be said to you to be black, and the vendor could only take back his hand in mid-air.

sighed for a long time, I didn't expect that today I would admit it and meet a person who is even more scoundrel than myself.

The peddler waved his hand and drove away: "I won't take your money anymore, you can leave quickly!"

Yu Lao smiled and triumphantly slipped into the crowd.

It's just five copper coins, and it should be a charity to the old beggar. The vendor shook his head and returned to the vendor and began to sell his own watermelons.

"Sell melons, sell melons! The sweet and crisp watermelon doesn't cost money!" A familiar voice fell into the peddler's ears not far away.