After Gu Chun's house was bought, Gu Xia and his wife returned to Peachtree Village.

At the end of October, many farmers in the county town have planted watermelons, and now more than a month has passed, and the late watermelons planted by farmers are ripe. At that time, the watermelon seeds were distributed free of charge by the county order, and the farmers went crazy. There are several watermelon seeds, first come, first served, and each person is limited to a certain number of them.

Now that the watermelons planted by the farmers are ripe, the prefectural commander has personally inspected them. The farmer cuts the watermelon he grows and tastes it for the prefectural order.

After tasting the county order, the watermelon is sweet and has enough moisture, but the taste is still not as good as the watermelon grown in the ecological park.

"Most of the watermelons in the county lord's field are ripe, do you want us to sell watermelons ourselves?" The farmer asked cautiously.

These farmers are waiting to sell watermelons and their families to improve their lives with money.

"The official will arrange for the fruit merchants to come and buy it, and you fruit farmers are waiting at home to listen to the letter. It's just these two days. The county order returned.

Watermelons are still rare fruits in Dasheng Kingdom, in addition to the county, there are also Qingcheng where the prefect is located, all of which are watermelon seeds given by Gu Xia, and the county order and the prefect have discussed, or they contact fruit merchants to buy watermelons, which can be exported to other places.

There are no watermelons in other places, and the price can be higher. Growers will also earn more.

As soon as the fruit farmer heard this, his hanging heart also let go, "The old farmer thanked the county magistrate for all the fruit farmers." I'll tell them what I'm going to do when I get there. Before, we were worried that we would not be able to sell so many watermelons. Don't worry about it now. ”

The prefectural order can feel the grateful gaze of the fruit growers. He slandered in his heart, it was not him who these fruit farmers should be most grateful for, it was Gu Xia.

The county commander couldn't help but say the good things Gu Xia and Jiang Yi had done.

The next day, the watermelon grower hired someone to pick the ripe watermelon, and the fruit merchant came, and the farmer and the hired workers loaded the watermelon into a truck.

The fruit merchant gave silver according to the size of the watermelon, and the price of a watermelon was calculated according to the price of 100 yuan. A large watermelon weighs more than ten catties, and the small one weighs less than ten catties. On average, it costs ten cents a pound, which is very expensive among fruits. What's more, this is still a wholesale price.

The fruit farmer has a lot of income, but he didn't expect the watermelons to grow so well and sell so much silver. That's more than the grain he grows sells for silver.

The fruit farmer has made a fortune from watermelons, and his mouth can't be closed.

The same is true of Qingcheng, which is under the jurisdiction of the prefect, and the fruit farmers who grow watermelons make a lot of money. The prefect was also pleased.

The prefect personally came to the county to share the good news of the watermelon sales with the county order.

Watermelons are transported to other places by fruit merchants to sell, which is very sought-after, and it can be said that the supply exceeds demand.

The prefect and the county commander came to Jiang's house in Taoshu Village by carriage, and Gu Xia and his wife received the two adults.

"This official came here to tell you the good news, the watermelons grown by fruit farmers have been sold by fruit merchants. It was robbed by the local people, and the fruit farmers made a lot of money. Your Jiang family has made great contributions, and this official thanks you Jiang family on behalf of these fruit farmers. "The prefect said sincerely.

"The prefect is polite. Watermelons can be bought at a high price, which is indeed good news. Gu Xia replied politely.

This has long been expected by her, mainly because watermelons are fresh fruits in Dasheng country, and only these two places grow watermelons in a large area. Naturally, demand outstrips supply.

Everything is scarce and expensive.

The prefect and the county commander looked at Gu Xia and his wife, still with their usual indifferent appearance. It seems that the high price of watermelons has long been expected by them.

In contrast, when they learned about it, their image of being a happy official was gone.

"By the way, this official still thinks that your Jiang family's watermelon is the sweetest and the most delicious. The official deliberately wanted to choose the best watermelon to pay tribute to the saint today. The first thing that came to the official's mind was your Jiang family. There are no watermelons in the capital, no matter who pays tribute to the saint. The city will be happy. God has appointed to reward many precious and good things. The prefect said what he thought.

"Thank you for your kindness, this blessing will be given to others. Our Jiang family just wants to live a low-key life and make a little money, and we don't want to have anything to do with the court. Gu Xia didn't think about it and rejected the prefect's proposal.

Although the prefect was prepared in his heart, the Jiang family would refuse this great good thing. But Gu Xia refused so directly, he still asked for it.

"Little Brother Jiang thinks so too?" The county magistrate turned his head and asked Jiang Yi. He thought in his heart that the Jiang family agreed, and the watermelons grown by no fruit farmers were sweeter and had a better taste than those grown in the Jiang Family Ecological Park.

"Yes, what my daughter-in-law said is what I want to say." Jiang Yi replied coldly.

The prefect and the county commander looked at each other, okay, they were worried about it.

"That's a pity, I just can't understand why your Jiang family would refuse this great thing. This is a good thing to break the head of others. The emperor's reward for prices is not an honor that ordinary people can have. The prefect asked, puzzled.

"Our Jiang family just wants to keep a low profile. Don't worry about it, Lord Prefect. Gu Xia replied.

The Jiang family refused to pay tribute to the saint, and the prefect had no choice but to force people to pay tribute, which was immoral.

"I respect your decision and don't say anything about it. It's not easy for the official to come here, but I want to go to the ecological park to soak in the hot springs and relax my muscles. I'm hungry for your ecological park's food. The prefect changed the subject.

"It's rare for the prefect to come here, so it's better to stay in the ecological park for two days and have a good time." Gu Xia proposed.

"The official can only stay for one night at most, and he will have to go back tomorrow, and there are still things waiting for the official to deal with." The prefect also wanted to stay a few more days, but no, he still had responsibilities to bear.

Gu Xia could also understand that the prefect's daily affairs were full of opportunities, so he didn't say more.

Ten days later, in the palace of the capital, the prefect rushed for ten days and ten nights to reach the gate of the palace.

Originally, the prefect did not need to go to the court, and the prefect was not a Beijing official. This is also the reason why he can't recognize the Jiang family.

The prefect is not in the capital, and he is not familiar with the Beijing officials.

The prefect's entry into Beijing this time was also to pay tribute to the emperor watermelons, which were produced in the places under his jurisdiction, and the emperor could not eat them.

Gonggong Xu was instructed by the emperor to come over and invite the prefect in.

The number of times the prefect went to Beijing was limited, and he was a little nervous. When he went to the top of the main hall, some of the first- and second-class officials didn't have to look at him squarely, and the officials from small places were also worthy of standing with them to discuss matters.

The prefect didn't care about the minister's mocking gaze and gave the emperor a big gift.

The emperor didn't open his mouth to tell him to get up, and the prefect didn't even dare to raise his head, so he could only bow his head and speak, "In Qingcheng, where the minister is located, many farmers have planted watermelons. Watermelon is sweet and juicy, and it is a rare fruit. The minister specially brought a cart of watermelons into Beijing for the emperor to try. ”