Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

Brother Wang pulled his hair and said, "Think about it carefully. Doesn't it cost money to store watermelons in the cold storage? What if they are no longer fresh? If they go bad - oh my goodness, I will be heartbroken if one goes bad!"

Heartache +1 Wang Saozi: My baby drinks milk powder, and I can eat fruits and vegetables as I please...

Ding Guihua: I don’t feel bad, my melons don’t need to be stored in a cold storage…

Brother Wang: "Everyone in the city knows that you are sending melons to Jinghua High School every day. My fruit shops have customers coming to ask about it every day. Other supermarket owners have also asked us to inquire about the situation. We are not afraid of your high price. Just put it in the store as a treasure..."

Now that things have come to this, Ding Guihua could only agree to start supplying. The quantity is definitely limited. Twenty will be delivered to Brother Wang's fruit shop every day. This is all that is available in the city, and Brother Wang can share it as he pleases.

Previously, the retail price of Osmanthus Farm watermelons was 200 yuan each, but now Brother Wang is giving the farm a wholesale price of 400 yuan, which is doubled. This is not something for ordinary working-class people. It has become a treasure in fruit stores and supermarkets. It will be put on the shelves at 500 a.m. with a starting price of yuan and will be auctioned!

Brother Wang has made his business flourish, and the supermarket owners are so grateful. It is so rare for each family to get a watermelon. Only Sister Wang is lucky enough to hold half a watermelon at home and scoop it out with a spoon. It is delicious, so delicious that she has lost weight recently with her baby. This time when she went to Ma Liu Village, she not only negotiated the watermelon business, but also found a bag of rice that is more fragrant than the most expensive imported fragrant rice in the supermarket. After steaming it, she can drink two bowls of it without any side dishes.

You have to go to your good sister's farm in person from time to time. You have a treasure trove but don't know how to dig it out. You leave such delicious rice alone without exchanging it for money. No businessman can stand that, right?

There is also wheat flour. Mrs. Wang shamelessly asked for a bag. She hasn't had time to make noodles yet, but she estimates it will be delicious.

Brother Wang also helps to take care of the corn in the fields. It was out of stock last year because it was not sold much. This year, we have to make good use of it. There are dozens of acres of corn reserves, and each plant has grown at least two corn cobs. It is definitely not enough to sell them only in the small county town.

There is no need to worry about the sorghum planted at the head and tail of the cornfield, as Ding Guihua will use it to make wine. It's not that she wants to drink it herself, but she knows that when Grandpa Leng was alive, he buried a batch of sorghum wine, Zhuangyuanhong, for his grandson. She has been holding her breath, and she also wants to bury a batch for her daughter every year. Her daughter will definitely be the top scorer in the college entrance examination in another three years. When she digs it out then, no matter how young it is, it will be the real Zhuangyuanhong wine.

This is the stubbornness of a mother. Brother Wang and his wife were panicked when they heard it. Their two children had never held such a quiet and grand wine burying ceremony. Would it affect the possibility of their children becoming the top scholar?

Mrs. Wang wanted to ask her good sister to save some sorghum for her newborn and ask someone to make wine, but then she remembered that she had no place to bury the baby and there were people living under the floor...

Oh, wine! Ordinary people cannot realize how great its charm is. It can make people crazy about wine and bang their heads against the wall for wine.

Anyway, Boss Zhuang was thinking about that glass of wine more and more, and his professional team was seriously embarking on friendly negotiations with Boss Ding. They would put the past behind them and now only talk about buying wine, fruits, eggs, milk and vegetables. The price didn't matter, as long as they were willing to sell, the more the better.

Ding Guihua is very busy, and Leng Yanqiu is even busier. The manager of the Jinghua High School restaurant has entrusted Teacher Chen to notify and invite them for an interview, but what she urgently needs to face is the fighting challenge of ten instructors.

That's right, the instructors have been itching to fight. How much explosive power does this skinny girl have? Can they beat her? If one can't beat her, what about two? Three? Four or five?

Anyway, I have to test the waters during the military training. Seeing that skinny female classmate in front of me every day makes me want to punch and kick her for three hundred rounds.

After applying, the school leaders have decided that at the end of the military training, the combat performance will be changed from the previous instructors' demonstration to the instructors' confrontation with students. Isn't it more eye-catching and more morale-boosting? It was not adopted before because there was no all-round talent like Leng Yanqiu. Now there is one, so proud. When the time comes, the parents of the new senior class will also be invited to participate, as well as social people and media...

Therefore, the instructors had a legitimate reason to practice with Leng Yanqiu every day, so that both sides could know each other well, and then they could perform successfully in public, right? Otherwise, if one of them used too much force or kicked too hard, it would be embarrassing in front of the public.

Leng Yanqiu's worry is that he has to think hard about how to end the combat training as soon as possible without hurting the instructors' reputation.

I wanted to say "You can all come up", but that would hurt the instructors' self-esteem, right? How could you have the nerve to kick all of them away when they were tall, handsome, had eight-pack abs, and were smiling and cautious when fighting with me?

This requires a good sense of balance, one against two, one against three, one against four, both sides are friendly and fierce, fighting for dozens of rounds, and then making it look just right, barely winning. Sister Qiu has it so hard!

In particular, there is a villain who is always ready to launch a sneak attack, the unchangeable Yan Haoyi.

So, at present, one-to-two is actually one-to-two + one, one-to-three + one, one-to-four + one, and they are given for free.

The ones who enjoy the free benefits are all the teachers and students in the first grade of high school. Military training is supposed to be a hardship, but after every day of hardship there are fighting performances, which makes people look forward to it.

Just like horror movie fans who cover their eyes and dodge while watching every show, the phenomenon of fainting in the military training field suddenly disappeared. Boys and girls, fat and thin, all gritted their teeth and persevered, and they had to hold on until the last half hour!

No matter who hits whom, it can cause teachers and students to cheer and shout wildly, and the decibel level does not sound like it has just been tortured by military training.

The unethical Yan Haoyi always kicked out under the cover of such wild shouting and yelling. He didn't believe that Leng Yanqiu wouldn't be knocked down by a sweeping kick before his feet hit the ground...

Yan Haoyi practices his new moves eight hundred times every night.

Well - I still need to practice.

Instructor Feng became a referee who specialized in catching the jokes. In every game, he had to wait for Yan Haoyi to come out and make trouble, then catch him and confine him after he was kicked away.

He is such a stubborn guy that he never admits defeat to Leng Yanqiu and he can never beat him.

He got new injuries every day because Instructor Feng was not omnipotent and could not always accurately predict the strength and angle of Yan Haoyi's kick. Even if Leng Yanqiu cooperated very well, Yan Haoyi would inevitably get his hands and feet scratched and bleed.

All the teachers and students in the school wanted to beat him up, but his face, neck, arms, backs of hands, ankles were all covered with medicine, band-aids, and white gauze. Tsk tsk—

Why is he so tough and can recover with full health the next day after getting beaten up every day? Is it possible that the restaurant of Jinghua High School started to supply rice and flour ingredients from Osmanthus Farm?