Chapter 62

This degree of verbal attack is like drizzle for Su Haitang, who is tortured by Liu lancui's beating and scolding.

When her opponent died down, she was too lazy to press. She inadvertently moved her eyes away and looked at the familiar and strange scenery outside the window.

After the summer harvest, large tracts of wheat fields are empty and ploughed deeply. All wheat stubbles are turned out, picked up, leveled up again and planted with peanuts and other crops.

The corn field is lush and green. Occasionally, I see a few small orchards. The planting area is small and not large.

Su Haitang suddenly found that there didn't seem to be many sweet potato taros, and was relieved.

Now the grain output should be fairly good. Every household will have some surplus grain more or less. When there is no shortage of food, there is little need to stockpile sweet potatoes for emergency rescue. Most sweet potatoes may be used to feed pigs.

Su Haitang bent his mouth and his bad mood dissipated.

It was foolish of her to think that if she went back to the past, she would have to live a hard life without food; But I forget that now the reform and opening up has been carried out, the economic development is changing with each passing day, and the days will only get better and better.

She held her schoolbag up again. The heavy melons in it exuded a refreshing sweet aroma. She felt happy when she smelled it.

"Girl, do you really sell fifty cents a melon? Don't bargain?"

The first boss asked, very kind.

Su Haitang looked back and smiled.

"The melon of Su Haitang is worth the price. Children and old people are not deceived."

The old man is wearing a brand-new white dacron short sleeved shirt and black trousers, wearing a pair of foreign leather sandals on his feet, holding a painted simple and elegant crutch in his hand, and a fashionable light gray hat on his legs. His face is ruddy and his eyes are bright. He looks very elegant.

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

Su Haitang liked the kindness of the old man. He untied the buckle of his backpack, picked up a melon and handed it to him.

"Smell the aroma and look at this head. Fifty cents a head is really good."

Su Haitang didn't say it wasn't expensive, but it didn't lose. This is also true.

She knows that the muskmelon absorbs diluted Lingquan water every day, which is invaluable. To be honest, she really wants to spend 50 cents on a muskmelon now, and she really doesn't want to give up.

The guy in the back seat grabbed the melon, bowed his head and smelled it deeply, opening a smiling face: "fragrant, really fragrant! It's sweet to smell! No wonder it's so expensive!"

Melon slowly passed through, but everyone refused to miss the opportunity to see the fresh. They had to do it together. Even if they didn't buy it, they had to see a strange thing and have a good time.

Everyone wants to show an intoxicated expression together, praise melons with one voice and smell sweet.

Su Haitang looked at me with a smile.

This is the impression of a simple countryman. He has no deep hatred and refuses to be shameless.

The eldest brother took the melon, squinted around to look at the appearance, weighed the weight, and the faint fragrance came into his nose. Then he leaned under his nose and took a deep sniff.

"Well, it's a good melon!"

The old man nodded with satisfaction and frowned in embarrassment.

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

Su Haitang smilingly handed over a brand-new white plastic bag, and other enthusiastic passengers passed it by relay.

The old man carefully packed the melon, took 50 cents from his shirt pocket with one hand and passed it back.

"Girl, I've also eaten Su's melons sold by others. How can I feel that the taste is far worse?"

The old man's doubts were expected by Su Haitang.

She smiled and said, "maybe it's my Guadi Feng Shui, OK."