Don’t Mess with Shennong

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The wild boar was thrown by Wang Ping'an at the door of the melon shed, and he took a shower in the pond again before returning to the shed to sleep.

The rhubarb dog lies beside the wild boar, smelling its taste, remembering it in his heart, and then taking a few bites from time to time to relieve the hatred of his heart, and practice his teeth by the way.

After sleeping, until the sky was bright, Wang Ping opened his eyes when he heard the cry of the big yellow dog.

Outside the melon shed, my father Wang Degui's surprised voice came: "My mother, what is this? Wild boar? Dead? Who did this?"

The big yellow dog immediately raised his head up proudly, his tail waved like a hot wheel, his tongue sticking out, hehehehe, made a strange exhalation sound.

"You did it? Do you think you are a Tibetan Mastiff? I don't believe it!" Wang Degui obviously didn't believe the big yellow dog.

The big yellow dog was hurt, glanced at Guapeng, and suddenly lowered his head.

Wang Ping opened the curtain and came out, seeing that his father was still sitting on the ground, apparently scared just now, and the big yellow dog didn't have the excitement just now, lying beside the wild boar and biting hard again.

"Dad, how did you get up so early? You sat on the ground early in the morning and were not afraid of the cold?" Wang Ping'an had already put on his clothes, but his muscles were so obvious that he was stronger than before.

"..." Wang Degui was speechless, do you think I would sit on the ground? Isn't this wild boar's trouble?

"Last night, this wild boar harmed our watermelon. I stoned it to death. Isn't it illegal to cross the wild boar?"

"Not illegal! However, the focus is not here? You can kill a wild boar with a stone, is it a boar stupid, or am I stupid? I don't believe it!"

Wang Degui has stood up from the ground and walked to the wild boar to observe carefully. It is estimated that this wild boar has at least one hundred and seventy kilograms, which is barely an adult wild boar.

Such a wild boar, when it is energetic, has an attack power, agility bonus, and can be stoned to death, then what is the use of a shotgun?

"Yesterday I sold the watermelon for ten yuan a catty, you don't believe it, and you said you are not stupid?" Wang Ping'an made up.

"It's too much, don't hit people with faces!" Wang Degui glanced at his son a few times, feeling that his son was not the same as before.

It's as strong as a little tiger. When did it develop? Why didn't I pay attention? Usually care about your son too little?

Wang Degui fell into deep self-blame.

The motorcycle tricycle was on. It was originally loaded with watermelon. Now Wang Degui said nothing, so he decided to install this wild boar first, whether it was for his own food or selling pork, it was a huge income.

"Erbao, come help, let's carry the wild boar to the motorcycle for three rounds." After Wang Degui was confused, he was excited, holding the pig's head with both hands, waiting for his son to respond.

"You let it go, I will move it myself." Wang Pingan waved in disgust and let his father stand aside.

"..." Wang Degui froze for a moment, and did not think about how to respond for a while.

Wang Ping'an stooped, and like a ball, he easily picked up the wild boar and threw it on the motorcycle's three wheels.

"..." Wang Degui felt that he really should care more about his son. He has such great strength that he didn't even know? How long has it been since I saw him doing farm work? What a depraved mother!

Laiwang and Wang Deming's family also came to pick watermelon. When they stopped, the wind was turned for three rounds. When Wang Degui's three rounds were loaded with a wild boar, he immediately screamed.

"Brother De Gui, you are really capable, actually killed a wild boar?" Wang Deming exclaimed, this is not pretending.

"No, it was probably hit by a stone and killed. I got up early in the morning and saw it lying in the melon field of my house, and I and Erbao carried it into the car. Haha, wait for the pig killer in the village to deal with it Okay, I ’ll give you a few pounds of good meat to taste. "

For some reason, Wang Degui chose to lie, and at the same time gave Wang Ping a wink, for fear of leaking.

"The feng shui in your home is so good. The watermelon you can grow can sell for ten pounds, and the wild boar can also be killed by itself. It is a treasure of feng shui." Wang Deming lamented.

"Haha, that seems to be the case. Without further ado, I will send the wild boar back and let Erbao pick the watermelon here first." Wang Degui finished and drove away in a motorcycle for three rounds.

Yesterday afternoon, the Laiwang family had already picked a lot of watermelons. They worried that today's watermelons would not be sold enough, so they prepared to pick up more early in the morning.

Wang Ping'an greeted the Laiwang family and picked his watermelon. The watermelon was not ripe. In fact, it was quite easy to recognize.

Three or four sages are dried up before and after the guati. Such watermelon is cooked, and in the ripe watermelon, the markings on the melon skin spread evenly, and the markings on the raw melon skin are packed together.

As for what is circulated outside, it is too subjective to shoot watermelon to listen to the sound recognition method, because the sound is different for each variety.

When customers bought watermelon, they photographed themselves for a long time, listened for a long time, and selected one that they thought was cooked.

When I got home, I was really familiar, so I was complacent and felt that I had mastered the true meaning of choosing watermelon.

But I don't know that the watermelons that the customers photographed are all cooked, because only silly than melon farmers will pick a lot of raw watermelons.

As for those who specialize in picking raw watermelons, for the purpose of more weight and long-term storage and transportation, profiteers are not in this category.

Wang Ping frowned slightly when he chose watermelon, because he found that at least 70% of his watermelon was ripe.

This is not a good sign. If the watermelon matures in large quantities at the same time, it will be too late to sell.

This shows that the number of growing and flowering fruits is too scarce, which means that the rhythm of melons and vines is insufficient and is about to die. It is not far from the strike of the garden.

However, this happened to the watermelon in Wang Ping's family only because he sprayed the Shennong mineral water and ripened it quickly.

"It's too slow to rely on me to sell every day. It's too slow to go into the city today. It's better to find a fruit wholesaler, let them send a car to pull, or even send people to pick in the field, so I can save trouble."

Wang Ping picked up seven or eighty watermelons and moved them from the ground to the side of the road. Only then did he see his father driving a motorcycle for three rounds and hurriedly arrived.

"Son, it's not that I was deliberately lazy, but the villagers knew that the wild boar was killed in our melon field. They all asked curiously about it and went to our house to watch the wild boar. They chatted with them and lost time."

Wang Degui was a little embarrassed and guilty because he discovered that his son had already finished his work.

"Oh, isn't it that you can't stop bragging? You moved the watermelon into the car, and I'll go back to dinner first."

"How can you talk to your dad, your child? I'm a hospitality guest, can I call bragging? Go, go, go first, I'll do the rest."

When Wang Ping's brought the big yellow dog home, the Laiwang family was still picking watermelons. The watermelon had obviously piled up the bucket into the spire, and he still didn't stop.

"Pick so many at one time, it will not be fresh if it is sold out, and it will be more difficult to sell." Wang Ping frowned, just persuaded, they did not listen, and then persuasion would be meaningless.