The woman only tasted a few mouthfuls, and the children swallowed all the melons and seeds in their stomachs. They looked at the melon in their mother's hands with greedy eyes.
"Mom, I still want to eat!" the oldest son said.
The woman glanced at the remaining melons and thought about her man, "Wait until your father comes home to eat!"
"Mom, please cut me another melon! I won't let dad buy me snacks anymore. Can you buy me a melon?" Another child took the opportunity to ask.
The children were chattering away, and they all wanted to eat melons. The woman was so annoyed by the children at home that she let out a sigh of relief.
, just buy it.”
He took the money bag and the children and went out.
The woman and her children were able to catch up in time, and Duan Mingjing and the two did not go far.
I quickly picked up a basket of cantaloupes with a few children. The boys at home picked through a cart of melons. They picked one of each color and put it in a bamboo basket and carried it home happily.
On the way back, some familiar neighbors saw it and asked curiously, "Why did you buy so many melons?"
"The monkeys in the house are all asking for it!" the woman said with a smile.
"Is this melon delicious?"
"Delicious, sweeter than honey."
We live in the same alley, and the whole alley can smell the good food cooked in someone's kitchen.
Especially the woman in front of me, her family can cook meat once a month. It can be seen that the food her family says is delicious must be extremely delicious. Everyone has a slight thought, wanting to taste the taste of this melon.
Some people went with their money bags, and some asked if they could exchange for food.
Duan Mingjing agreed one by one, and many people in the village came to his house to exchange for food, and they could all be exchanged.
There were so many people buying, that Sun Ping moved the ox cart directly to the shade of the trees at the entrance of the alley.
The height of the melons in the car continued to drop, but the grain pile beside the car was getting higher and higher.
There were two baskets on the oxcart. There were too many people who could exchange grain for melons, so the baskets were full. Duan Mingjing simply exchanged three or four melons for one basket.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, less than half of a cart of cantaloupe was sold.
Duan Mingjing saw that there were fewer people selling melons in this alley, so he asked Sun Ping to rush to another alley. After walking for an hour or two, the melons in the cart were almost consumed.
After knowing the sweetness of the melons on Duan Mingjing's car, some people came specifically for the melon seeds and said in front of Duan Mingjing that they would save the seeds for their own families.
Duan Mingjing doesn't care about these things!
How can their melons be grown easily by others?
This year, several families in Duanjia Village took melons from their homes. When they matured, those families sent some over. Duan Mingjing tasted a few. They were not sweet, but they were far different from theirs. The size was also small.
Not as big as theirs!
After eating the food at home for several years, Duan Mingjing was extremely confident in his mother's ability to grow crops.
Don't look at the peasant officer who follows his mother every day, no one can imitate his mother's skills!
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After a busy day, Duan Mingjing exchanged a cart of cantaloupes for three hundred yuan and half a cart of beans and chestnuts. When Duan Mingjing happily took these things home to claim credit, Qiao Lan didn't react much.
He nodded and said, "You don't need to give me the money for selling the melons. You can keep it yourself. When the melons in the fields behind are ripe, you can go out and sell them. Don't sell them too expensive. Sell them cheaper."
Duan Mingjing's first reaction when he heard this was that he was happy. The money for cultivating the melons was paid by the public, but the money for selling the melons was his!
Although it was sold cheaply, the few acres of land at home could earn him several taels of silver!
The money was only given to him, not to his two younger brothers, which shows that his mother's favorite son was him.
"Mom, don't worry, I will sell all the melons safely!" Duan Mingjing promised, patting his chest.
Qiao Lan nodded and thought about the crops in the field again.
This batch of melon seeds is much better than the local melon seeds in Beijing. Not only does it taste good, it also performs well in terms of insect resistance and drought resistance.
As long as you scatter the seeds in the ground and take a little care, you will be able to produce sweet melons. As for the yield and quality of the melons, it naturally varies from person to person based on the level of care.
Qiao Lan really wants to promote this melon so that everyone in Beijing can eat melon and have a little more sweetness in their lives.
She hasn't promoted high-quality rice seeds yet, so she can only settle down to planting melons, give priority to the food and clothing of the working people, and then control the output of this year's rice fields.
As for the few hundred cash, Qiao Lan would not take it seriously, as her family was not short of money.
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When other melons in the field began to mature, Duan Mingjing went to the county several times to sell them.
Perhaps it was because of his reputation for the first time that he went there several times. Before he could walk a few alleys, a group of repeat customers divided up everything in his car, telling Duan Mingjing to finish work as soon as possible.
Duan Mingjing initially resisted the matter of selling melons, as it did not suit his status as the second son of the Duan family.
But the money he earned from selling melons in one day was too much, and it was all his. Duan Mingjing didn't have any resistance in his heart, and accepted it very smoothly.
There is a sense of pride when selling melons. I talk to customers magnanimously and proudly, "I grew them in my own land!"
"I'm not bragging, my melons are really the best in Tongzhou! That's it, that's it, my mother can grow melons! My mother is amazing!"
Some guests cheered and praised Duan Mingjing, hoping that Duan Mingjing would give him two pennies less, and some praised him sincerely.
Some people praised Duan Mingjing openly, then turned around and laughed with others. They didn’t know how many acres of land they had at home. Instead of growing food, they planted melons instead. And they sold it so cheaply, so they probably didn’t earn much.
Of money.
Duan Mingjing didn't care what everyone thought, he just waited for the melons in the field to ripen batch after batch, and drove the ox cart to sell them one after another.
In less than half a month, the entire Lantian County knew that there was a man driving an ox cart to sell cantaloupes. The melons on the cart were particularly sweet, and the news even spread to Tongzhou.
In half a month, the Duan family's two acres of melons could be almost consumed. Duan Mingjing went to take a look at the melon field and estimated that this was the last cart of melons that his family would sell this summer.
In the process of selling melons, I couldn't help but say hello to the customers who came to buy melons, saying that I wouldn't sell them anymore.
"No more selling? Have all the melons in this field been sold out?" The customer who came to sell melons sounded regretful.
Duan Mingjing greeted the guests while collecting money: "I only planted two acres of land, and I have almost sold it."
"Then let's plant more next year. My family hasn't eaten enough yet!"
"Plant when you have time." Duan Mingjing casually greeted him. Whatever he planted on the land at home was his mother's idea and it was not his decision.
"Then give me a few more. If you eat one, you will lose one. I don't know when I will eat next time." A woman sighed.
"I'll buy a few more, too."
Knowing that there would be no more melons to buy in the future, regular customers became even more aggressive in buying melons.
Melon buyers gathered around the car, Sun Ping helped to get the melons, and Duan Mingjing was busy collecting money and counting. He was so busy that he filled bags after bags of copper plates. Seeing that he couldn't hold them anymore, he changed them into bamboo baskets as big as gourds.
Put money.
A man with a sinister face and a scowl was hiding in the crowd and followed the crowd to squeeze in.
Seeing that people inside and outside were busy looking at the melons, they inadvertently walked towards Duan Mingjing.