The carriage bumped all the way on the official road of Lingyun City, and the scorching sun baked the top of the carriage to a boil. The rising heat made the temperature of the carriage continue to rise. It was very sultry. I saw that the tea on the desk had been drunk long ago. Everyone's mouth is dry for a while.
Shen Bixin's personal maid, Lan'er, was unbearably hungry and thirsty. She quietly opened the curtains and saw the bustling scene outside the curtains. There were stalls set up outside the curtains and there was a constant stream of shouts. It turned out that they had arrived at the market. In the market, not far away there was a small vendor selling fresh watermelons that had just ripened.
Watermelon! Lan'er's beautiful eyes lit up and she said softly: "Miss, the tea has been finished. Let's buy a watermelon to quench our thirst?"
Shen Bixin's mouth was already very dry, but her cold and arrogant temperament had never been revealed. When she heard the word watermelon, her beautiful eyes immediately flashed with hope, and she nodded slightly: "Well, let Shen Liu buy one. "
The servant who drove the carriage was named Shen Liu. He was honest and honest but also a bit energetic. Shen Bixin often took him with her when she went out. Lan'er quickly said: "Liuzi, Miss asked you to buy a watermelon."
"Okay!" Shen Liu shouted, thinking that he hadn't eaten watermelon for a long time, and it was really refreshing to be able to take a bite of watermelon thanks to the lady today.
Zhu Dachang licked his lips that were a little hot. How could the weather be so hot? He still had to ride in this broken carriage that was too hot to kill. It would be nice if there was an air conditioner. Although this was impossible, I thought it would be nice. Always possible.
Stopping the carriage, Shen Liu quickly bought the cut watermelons and respectfully handed all the watermelon trays to Lan'er. He didn't dare to eat a piece first. Without the permission of the young lady, a servant would dare to eat. What.
Lan'er put the watermelon on the desk, then brought a piece of watermelon to the lady: "Miss..."
Shen Bixin hummed lightly, then took it and took a bite. The sweet and refreshing feeling of the watermelon meat made her feel extremely comfortable, and she showed a rare smile: "You and Shen Liu will take it and eat it by yourself." .”
"Hey!" Lan'er was waiting for the lady's words, and responded with joy, quickly took a piece for herself, and then gave another piece to Shen Liu.
Shen Liu happily sat on the carriage holding the watermelon and started eating it excitedly. However, at this moment, only Zhu Dachangqian was sitting on the side, watching their portions.
This hateful little girl doesn't need to be so cruel, even giving her money to her future husband? Zhu Dachang gritted his teeth in his heart. Although he was thick-skinned, he was not thick enough to ask for it from others.
Shen Bixin took another bite of the melon meat, and then glanced at him quietly from the corner of her eye, snoring in her heart, I didn't expect you to be a bit arrogant!
Zhu Dachang's big hands quietly touched his arms, but they were empty. He forgot to bring his wallet and wanted to buy a watermelon himself.
The little maid Lan'er glanced at her uncle and saw the poor uncle with cracked lips. She suddenly felt pity for him. However, she noticed that the young lady's pretty face was still frosty, so she lowered her head and continued eating without daring to say anything. watermelon.
The carriage was still parked in front of the melon vendor. After making a deal, the vendor became even more passionate and shouted: "Sell watermelon, it's not sweet and you don't have to pay for it!"
When Shen Bixin didn't expect it, Zhu Dachang opened the car curtain and said to the vendor: "Old man, is your melon really sweet?"
"Humph..." Shen Bixin sneered, as if she had guessed what he wanted to do.
Zhu Dachang asked again: "No sweetness, no money?"
The old vendor with a full white beard said confidently: "Yes, it doesn't cost a penny if it's not sweet!"
With everyone stunned, Zhu Dachang said excitedly: "Wow! That's great, boss, here's something not sweet."
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The old merchant was sweating on his forehead, wouldn't he mess up the business like this?
"Pfft..." Lan'er and Shen Liu burst into laughter. My uncle is really good at causing mischief. It's so funny. All the vendors nearby also laughed. When they met such a melon buyer, they also laughed. I really can't laugh or cry.
What a disgusting person! I thought he was going to beg melons from the vendors. At this moment, Shen Bixin's eyes were full of smiles, but she didn't laugh out loud. However, her smile disappeared in a flash, and she showed a cold look again.
The little maid secretly thought that her uncle was so interesting, and living with him would definitely not be boring. Unfortunately, the young lady didn't like him very much.
This big black guy was just here to kick around. The old merchant said slightly embarrassed: "Sir, all the melons I sell are sweet, there is no one that is not sweet...".
This black-faced young man was sitting on the carriage, and his servants had already bought melons. He was just looking for trouble. But the old merchant didn't know Zhu Dachang's hardships. The servants were better than his uncle. What a worldly way.
"No..." Zhu Dachang glanced at the large pile of plump and round watermelons, and said with a smile: "The old man must have used bran cakes as fertilizer?"
The old merchant was shocked for a moment. How could this young man know that using bran cakes as fertilizer was passed down from his ancestors and had never been passed down to others. He was so frightened that he quickly said: "Hush... how can you, young man?" knew?"
Seeing the old vendor's nervous expression, he guessed correctly. Zhu Dachang shook his head and said, "Don't worry, old man, I won't lie. My hometown also uses this method to grow watermelons."
I had heard from outside that my uncle was very talented, but I didn’t expect that my uncle knew all the melon arts. It was really amazing. Shen Liu glanced at his uncle, with a hint of reverence in his eyes.
Recalling his hometown, his mother had grown this kind of watermelon and used bran cakes as fertilizer. The appearance was very similar. Zhu Dachang suddenly recalled many past events in his heart and felt sad...
Zhu Dachang's sudden silence made Shen Bixin look at him suspiciously. However, Miss Shen looked at him with a pair of extremely sad eyes, with a touch of sadness and a touch of sentimentality, as if he had endless sad past events.
Her heart trembled, and Shen Bixin couldn't believe her eyes. This person had not been doing anything right all day long, and suddenly his appearance changed, which was unacceptable for a while.
"Shen Liu, let's go, don't waste time," Shen Bixin didn't look at him anymore, but said to the servant who was waiting for orders after finishing his watermelon outside the carriage.
"Fight!" Shen Liu shouted, and the carriage started to move...
Immediately, Shen Bixin secretly whispered something into Lan'er's ear when Zhu Dachang wasn't paying attention.
Zhu Dachang shook his head. No matter how much he thought about it, it would be useless. He should live a good life. When he was about to raise his head, a pair of slender little hands stretched out in front of him, holding a piece of fresh and delicious watermelon.
The little maid smiled and said: "Uncle, come and eat some watermelon."