Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

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

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

After the summer harvest, large tracts of wheat fields were emptied, and the fields were plowed deeply. All the stubble was picked out, and they were leveled again to be planted with peanuts and other crops.

The cornfields are lush and green, and occasionally a few small orchards can be seen, and the planting area is not large and out of scale.

Su Haitang suddenly realized that there seemed to be not many sweet potatoes and taro plants, and then he was relieved.

Now the grain production should be pretty good. Every household will have some surplus grain more or less, and there is very little when it is not harvested. There is no need to hoard sweet potatoes for emergencies. Most of the sweet potatoes are probably used to feed pigs.

Su Haitang curled the corners of her mouth, her bad mood dissipated a bit.

She is really stupid, thinking that going back to the past, she would have to live a hard life without enough food; but she forgot that now that the reform and opening up have been carried out, the economy is developing with each passing day, and life will only get better and better.

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

"Girl, are you really selling melons for fifty cents? No bargaining?"

An old man in the back asked, very kindly.

Su Haitang turned her head and smiled.

"You get what you pay for, and my Su Haitang's melons are worth the price, no kidding."

The old man was wearing a brand new white denim short-sleeved shirt and black trousers, a pair of foreign-style leather sandals on his feet, a simple and elegant lacquered walking stick in his hand, and a fashionable light gray sandal hat on his lap, with a ruddy complexion. His eyes are piercing, and he looks very dignified.

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

Su Haitang liked the old man's kindness very much, so he unfastened the buckle of the big backpack, picked up a melon and handed it over.

"Smell the fragrance, and then look at this head, fifty cents is really not a loss."

Su Haitang didn't say it wasn't expensive, only that it wasn't a loss, and that was the truth.

She herself knew that this melon absorbed the diluted spiritual spring water every day, and it was priceless, but to be honest, if she really wanted to spend fifty cents for a melon to eat now, she would really be reluctant to part with it.

The guy in the back seat rushed to take the melon, lowered his head and took a deep sniff, with a smile on his face: "It smells so good! It smells sweet! No wonder it's so expensive!"

The melons are passed slowly, but everyone is unwilling to miss the opportunity to see the freshness. They have to pass a hand, even if they don't buy it, they still have to look at the rare ones and inhale the fragrance to enjoy themselves.

Everyone has a like-minded expression of intoxication, and they all praise that the melon smells sweet.

Su Haitang watched with a smile.

This is the simple and honest countryman in my impression, there is no deep hatred, and he refuses to embarrass others for nothing.

The old man took the melon, first squinted his eyes left and right to look at the appearance, and weighed it again. The faint fragrance entered his nostrils, so he moved under his nose and took a deep breath.

"Hmm! It's a good melon!"

The old man nodded in satisfaction, then frowned embarrassingly.

"Girl, I want this melon. Do you have a bag? I can't just hold it like this, can I?"

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

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

"Girl, I've also eaten Su's melons sold by other people. Why do I feel that the taste is far worse?"

The old man's doubts had already been expected by Su Haitang.

She met all kinds of eyes of the passengers in the car, smiled and said, "Maybe it's the feng shui of my Guadai."