Chu Lixuan never dreamed that his simple and clear words at this time would cause him a lot of trouble in the future.

Jin Niang looked at her eldest son dumbfounded. She saw the seriousness in his eyes. Although she was a little afraid of this son, she still understood him somewhat.

It's because Jin Niang doesn't know her son well enough that her ideas are weird.

Oh my God! It turns out that my son hates Yan'er and doesn't even want to have a son with her, so how much does he hate her!

"Mom, I understand." Jin Niang said hastily and left quickly. This son is too ruthless.

Chu Lixuan thought that his mother finally understood that she had misunderstood that Xinxin was pregnant, so she didn't say anything and ate breakfast quickly with her head down.

Jiang Xinyan used qinggong to fly over to the watermelon field, and saw a watermelon as big as a basin. She knew at a glance that the watermelon was almost ripe.

You can pick it now and eat it. It will be sweeter if it grows for two days, but so many pairs of eyes are looking at her eagerly.

She wasn't sure how mature it was. After all, she was not a melon farmer. When buying watermelons in her previous life, the vendors would often show off their eloquence.

The watermelon seller spoke eloquently, but Jiang Xinyan learned a little bit about it. The main experience was gained by groping in space.

So Jiang Xinyan cleared her throat with confidence and said, "This watermelon has just matured and is ready to be picked. It doesn't matter if it grows for another two days. Come and take a closer look.

The texture of the watermelon skin is clear and deep, the roots are green, the fur is curved and crisp, it is a ripe melon, and the tips of the beards are full of vitality, it is a raw melon.

Good melons have well-proportioned ends and deep depressions at the navel and base. Such watermelons are particularly sweet.

A melon with a smooth and solid rind is a good melon, a melon with a sticky and slippery rind is a inferior melon. For watermelons of the same size, the lighter ones are better, and the heavier ones are raw melons.

Now! If you tap your hands gently like this, the melon that makes a clicking sound is a raw melon, the one that makes a crisp sound is a ripe melon, the one that makes a trembling sound is a ripe melon, and the one that makes a popping sound is an overripe melon.

Do you all understand? Call the watermelon leader to come over. I will teach you again. From today on, you must pick out ripe watermelons in the melon field every day.

But there is no overripe watermelon yet. If it is overripe, the pulp will fall apart and it will only have a pink flavor without sweetness."

Anyone who has eaten watermelon will naturally know that the loose flesh of the melon is not sweet and is particularly unpalatable, while the loose flesh of the watermelon is filled with powder and has no sweetness.

For those who have never eaten watermelon, it doesn't matter. Overripe watermelon can still be eaten as long as it doesn't smell bad.

Jiang Xinyan once again taught the watermelon grower how to recognize ripe melons. When the melons were raw, Chu Lixuan rushed over. He had already learned how to pick watermelons.

The first batch of watermelon fields they planted was about 300 acres. Chu Lixuan went through the melon fields and picked out more than 800 newly ripe watermelons.

Looking at the watermelons piled into a hill, Jiang Xinyan praised sincerely: "Husband, you are so awesome."

"You are mighty." The subordinates who were carrying the melons followed behind him and started cheering. Their voices were loud and they used their inner strength.

The shock made the North Vietnamese Prime Minister's eardrums hurt, and he was also happy from the bottom of his heart. What a wonderful living environment like this!

The third prince also looked forward to it. How wonderful it would be if the people of North Vietnam could also farm and feed themselves!

They will not plunder everywhere and hit a wall everywhere. The war is really cruel, and in the end it is a waste of money and lives.

"Okay, let's go home and eat watermelon. From today on, we will have watermelon to eat every day. Are you happy?"

Jiang Xinyan is particularly fulfilled. Everyone can finally eat the watermelon of her own, and soon there will be their own rice.

In fact, she wants to sell silver, but unfortunately! In the north of Dongchen Kingdom, there are a lot of poverty, and most of them are not scattered.

Even the people around their husband and wife are also nonsense, not that they do not pay money, but that the food is not yet mature.

"Happy, very happy, thank you grandfather and his wife for letting us live such a good life." Everyone shouted in unison.

What they think in their hearts are different from Jiang Xinyan's thoughts. They only need to have three meals every day, and they are happy days.

Looking at the seedlings in the rice fields are already pregnant, the fragrant potatoes can be digged every day. Now that the watermelon is slowly mature, everyone's heart is filled with full.

What is the silver? Can you eat that thing? They are not rare at all.

Jiang Xinyan watched the teenagers who smiled and saw a white teeth, and she couldn't sell it for a long time, and she couldn't store it for too long.

When everyone can't finish it, they will be transported to the capital with the team to sell them. Their couple will take the opportunity to change the inventory in the space by the way.

The three princes and the prime minister watched everyone laugh and laughed. Mrs. Chu smiled like flowers.

The scenery in the castle is beautiful, and this lively picture is more beautiful, making people involuntarily indulge in it.

Xuanyuan was even more excited and shouted: "Master Chu, Mrs. Fairy, etc., I am really lucky, you can eat watermelon here when you come here."

His words can easily resonate. Everyone rushed to walk to the dining room, because there are no people who do not need to basket at all.

Nie Cimeng was a little weaker, and he couldn't turn his watermelon, so he walked back empty -handed, and he settled the account while walking.

About 800 watermelons, between about fifteen and 23 pounds, there should be more than 15,000 pounds.

There are currently about 69,000 people in their castle. On average, there are less than three or two watermelons. What is the three or two watermelons?

Nie Cimeng was seriously analyzing, and he heard that their wife's crisp voice sounded.

"Your knife worker is a bit better to cut watermelon. Today is the first picking watermelon. The number is limited. Everyone can be divided into about three or two.

That is, your grandfather's big slap. Everyone tastes it first. Everyone will start with two shares tomorrow.

How many watermelons can you eat at most. After eating it today, you can know, and then find your own boss to register and report it to Nie Cimeng. "

Whenever she was happy, Jiang Xinyan liked to shout with internal force, as if the loudspeaker made the people nearby nearby clearly heard it.

Nie Cimeng is accustomed to their wife's abilities. Others are old and who do n’t understand the calculations, but just worship their wife as always.

For the first time, the North Vietnamese prime minister and the three princes encountered such a situation. They did not know how much this pile of watermelon was, let alone how many people in the castle.

So when they heard Jiang Xinyan's words, they didn't feel much about the numbers, just waiting for them to hold a watermelon in their hands.

Wei Dabin taught everyone to eat red and tell them that the white is not delicious. As for whether everyone wants to taste it, it is their own business.

After tasteing watermelon, what made the Prime Minister of Beiyue and the three princes shocked that such delicious watermelons can be full in a few days ~
Chapter completed!