Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   This level of verbal attack was like a drizzle to Su Haitang, who was tortured by Liu Lancui's beatings and scolding.

   The opponent died down, and she didn't bother to press on, she looked away carelessly, and looked at the familiar but unfamiliar scenery outside the car window.

  After the summer harvest, large tracts of wheat fields were left empty, and the fields were plowed so deeply that all the wheat stubble was turned over and picked up, and then flattened again to plant peanuts and other crops.

  The cornfield is lush and green, and occasionally you will see a few small orchards, the planting area is not large and not large.

  Su Haitang suddenly found that not many people planted sweet potatoes and taro, and was relieved immediately.

   Now the grain output should be pretty good. Every household will have some surplus grain more or less. There are very few times when the green and yellow are not connected. There is no need to hoard sweet potatoes for emergency rescue. Most of the sweet potatoes may be used to feed pigs.

  Su Haitang curved the corners of her mouth, her bad mood dissipated a little.

   She is really stupid, thinking that going back to the past, she will have to live a bitter life without enough food; but she forgot that the reform and opening up has been carried out, and the economic development is changing with each passing day, and life will only get better and better.

   She hugged the schoolbag again, and the heavy melon inside exuded a refreshing sweet aroma, and she felt happy when she smelled it.

   "Girl, do you really sell this melon for fifty cents? Don't you bargain?"

   An old man in the back asked, very kind.

  Su Haitang looked back and smiled.

   "You get what you get for every penny, and my Su Haitang's melons are worth that price. You can't be fooled."

The old man was wearing a brand-new white really good short-sleeved shirt and black trousers, a pair of foreign leather sandals on his feet, a simple and elegant lacquered walking stick in his hand, a fashionable light gray hat on his legs, and a ruddy face. His eyes were piercing, and he looked very imposing.

   "Can you show me one? I'll buy it if it suits me."

  Su Haitang really liked the gentleness of the old man, so he undid the buckle of the big backpack, picked up a melon and handed it over.

   "You smell this fragrance and look at this head again, it's really not a loss for fifty cents."

  Su Haitang did not say that it is not expensive, but only said that it is not a loss, which is also true.

   She knew that the diluted spiritual spring water in this melon was absorbed every day, which was invaluable, but to be honest, she really wanted to spend fifty cents on a melon to eat, and she was really reluctant.

   The guy in the back seat rushed to take the melon, lowered his head and smelled it deeply, and smiled: "Fragrant, really fragrant! It smells sweet! No wonder it's so expensive!"

  The melon is slowly passed on, but everyone is unwilling to miss the opportunity to see the new one. They all have to go through it together. Even if they don’t buy it, they must watch the strange and enjoy the fragrance.

  Everyone showed an intoxicated expression and praised the sweetness of the melon in unison.

  Su Haitang smiled and watched.

   This is the simple countryman in the impression, there is no deep hatred, and he refuses to be shameless.

  The old man took the melon, first squinted his eyes left and right to look at the appearance, and then weighed the weight, the faint fragrance entered his nose, and then he leaned under his nose and took a deep breath.

   "Hmm! It's a good melon!"

  The old man nodded in satisfaction, then frowned in embarrassment.

   "Girl, I want this melon. Is there a bag? I can't just hold it like that?"

  Su Haitang smiled and handed over a brand new white plastic bag, and other enthusiastic passengers handed it over.

  The old man carefully packed the melons, took out fifty cents from his shirt pocket with one hand and passed it back.

   "Girl, I've also eaten the Su family melons sold by other people, how come the taste is far worse?"

   The doubts of the old man were long in Su Haitang's expectations.

   Facing the eyes of the passengers, she smiled and said, "Maybe it's the feng shui of my melon land."