Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Su Haitang went to the train station near the train station with a bulky backpack, set up a simple street stall, and shouted with a crunchy voice: "Melon, delicious melon, fifty cents a piece, not sweet, no money!"

  The train station is always one of the most crowded places, even in City A at this time.

  Su Haitang chose to set up a street stall at the train station after consideration.

   With the list of customer sources she had accumulated in her previous life in hand, she could just sit back and wait, which was her original plan.

   It's a pity that an uncle Wang was killed halfway through, disrupting her plan and falling out with the Wang family. Su Haitang felt that her previous plan was a bit inappropriate.

  A city is so big, those people in the upper class who bow their heads and don’t look up to see each other are intertwined with each other, and they have to give each other face. And she just happened to offend a group of people with big names in City A.

  Su Haitang believes that with her barren dual business, she can't play with the sperm of this group of political people, and decides it is better to be honest and take the initiative to avoid the limelight.

   The train station has a lot of passenger traffic, and the Chinese people pay attention to the way the poor get rich, so it is more respectable to buy a fresh and high-end gift to visit relatives and friends.

  Su Haitang's judgment was right, she only shouted twice before someone heard it.

   "Why are you selling this melon so expensive, and you can even sell it? Did I hear it right?"

  Su Haitang smiled and cut a small triangle on the melon in front of him, forked the flesh of the melon and handed it to him to taste: "Tast it first and then buy it, it's not sweet and doesn't need money, fifty cents a piece, no kidding."

  The customer picked up a piece of melon that was cut from the tip of the knife and tasted it, and his eyes suddenly lit up!

   "I bought it! I want this in your hand and give you fifty cents."

   "Okay. I'll give you two more bags, be careful not to spill your juices on your clothes."

  Su Haitang quickly bagged the melon and handed it over with both hands.

  Fifty cents into the account, the opening is auspicious!

  Su Haitang sang melon again, her voice was brighter and sweeter!

   "A delicious melon, 50 cents a piece, not sweet and not worth the money. The quantity is limited, first come first served, come and buy it!"

   There is no shortage of people watching the lively at any time, even in front of the rushing train station.

   "No sweets and no money? Give me a taste!"

  Su Haitang glanced at the fashionable young man with long hair and sunglasses, the smile on his face faded, but he generously cut a small piece of melon and handed it over.

   "Watch out for knives."

   The young man opened his mouth and bit it directly, which startled Su Haitang, and hurriedly held his hand to remind him.

   The young man took the piece of melon, chewed it twice and swallowed it, frowning somewhat dissatisfiedly.

   "You're too stingy, you didn't taste much, let's have another piece!"

   Listening to the familiar routine, Su Haitang concealed the contempt in her heart and refused with a polite smile.

"My melons all have the same taste. If you don't eat sweet melons, you won't be able to eat my melons. Even if you taste the rest of my melons, you still won't be able to taste the taste. My melons If it doesn't suit your taste, you should go elsewhere to find something you like."

   There was a commotion in the crowd watching the lively around, and all kinds of eyes turned to the young man with sunglasses, and there were many mocking and pointing, saying that he was Zhu Bajie who ate ginseng fruit and swallowed it whole.

   The young man pulled off his sunglasses, revealing the bruised left eye socket, and glared fiercely at Su Haitang.

   "What do you mean? I was so anxious that I couldn't taste it, why would I want another piece to try it? I'm not eating yours for nothing! Oh, so you were worried that I would eat Bawang's meal and would not give you money to take advantage of you?"

   The young man narrowed his beautiful right eye and revealed a meaningful smile, but unfortunately the blue and purple outline on the left ruined his beauty.

  Su Haitang restrained the smile at the corner of her mouth and admitted it generously.

   "I just carried a few melons to sell. There is still a grandmother to support at home, and the debt to buy the house has not been repaid. There is really no way for you to taste it, please bear with me."

   The young man glanced at her, took out five dollars and slapped it on the melon.

   "I'll buy ten. Cut me a melon, not sweet."