Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

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 was too lazy to hold on, and inadvertently looked away, looking at the familiar and strange scenery outside the car window.

After the summer harvest, large tracts of wheat fields were emptied, the plowing was deep, and all the wheat stubble was picked up and leveled again to plant peanuts and other crops.

The corn field is lush and green, and occasionally you will see a few small pieces of orchard, the planting area is not large, not large-scale.

Su Haitang suddenly realized that there didn't seem to be a lot of sweet potato and taro, so he was relieved.

The current grain output should be fair. Every household will have more or less surplus grain. There is very little when the green and yellow are not picked up. There is no need to stock up sweet potatoes for emergency relief. Most of the sweet potatoes are probably used to feed pigs.

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

She was really stupid, thinking that going back to the past, she would have to live a bitter life without enough food; but she forgot that now the reform and opening up have been carried out, the economic development is changing with each passing day, and the days will only go better.

She hugged her schoolbag up again, the heavy melon inside exuded a refreshing sweet fragrance, and she felt happiness when she smelled it.

"Girl, you really sell this melon for fifty cents? No bargaining?"

An old man in the back asked, very kind.

Su Haitang turned around and smiled.

"You get what you pay for, and Su Haitang's melon is worth the price. The young man is not deceived."

The old man is wearing a brand new white short-sleeved shirt and black trousers. He wears a pair of western leather sandals. He holds a lacquered simple and elegant walking stick in his hand. A fashionable light gray sandal hat is placed on his leg. His complexion is ruddy. His eyes are piercing, and he looks very magnificent.

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

Su Haitang liked the gentleness of the old man, unbuckled the buckle of the big backpack, picked up a melon and handed it over.

"You smell the scent, and look at this head again, you're really not at a loss for fifty cents."

Su Haitang didn't say that it was not expensive, only that it was not a loss, which is also true.

She knew that the water from the spring water that had been diluted and absorbed every day in this melon was extremely valuable, but to be honest, she really couldn't bear to spend 50 cents on a melon to eat now.

The guy in the back seat rushed to take the melon, bowed his head and sniffed it deeply, and opened a smiling face: "Fragrant, really scented! It's sweet when it smells! No wonder it's so expensive!"

The melon slowly passed on, but everyone refused to miss the opportunity to see the freshness. They had to pass the hand, even if they didn't buy it, they had to look at it and breathe a scent to enjoy it.

Everyone has the ambition to show an intoxicated expression together, and everyone praises the sweetness of the melon.

Su Haitang looked at it with a smile.

This is the honest countryman in the impression, without any deep hatred, and refuses to be plain and shameless.

The old man took the melon, first squinted his eyes left and right to check the appearance and color, and then weighed the weight, the faint fragrance entered his nose, and he reached under his nose and took a deep sniff.

"Yeah! It's a good melon!"

The old man nodded in satisfaction, then frowned embarrassedly.

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

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

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

"Girl, I have also eaten Su's melons sold by other people. Why does it feel that the taste is so bad?"

The old man's doubts were as early as Su Haitang's expectations.

She met the gazes of the passengers in the car, smiled and said, "It may be my Gudi Fengshui."