Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

Su Haitang carried a bulging backpack and went to the vicinity of the train station. He set up a simple stall and chanted with a crisp voice: "Muskmelon, delicious melon, fifty cents each, no money if it's not sweet!"

The railway station is always one of the most crowded places, even in City A at this time.

Su Haitang chose to come to the railway station to set up a street stall, and it was also after consideration.

With the list of customers accumulated in the previous life in the space, she could go there and wait for her. This was also her original plan.

It's a pity that Uncle Wang was killed halfway, disrupted her plan, and fell out with the Wang family. Su Haitang felt that his previous plan was a bit wrong.

City A is such a big city. Those people in the upper class bow their heads and don't see those who look up. And she happened to offend a small group of people in A city unfortunately.

Su Haitang believed that she could not play with the sperm of these political people with her barren double business, so she decided to take the initiative to avoid the limelight.

The train station has a large passenger flow, and the people of the country pay attention to the poor and the rich road. Buying a fresh and high-grade gift to visit relatives and friends, it is more decent.

Su Haitang's judgment was correct, she just yelled twice, and someone heard it.

"Why do you sell this melon so expensive, and still sell it? I heard it right?"

Su Haitang smiled and cut a small triangle on the melon in front of him, crossed the flesh and gave him a taste: "Taste first, buy it later, if it's not sweet, you don't need money, fifty cents, you are a child."

The guest picked up a piece of melon that was only cut from the tip of the knife and tasted it, and his eyes suddenly lit up!

"I bought it! I need this in your hand, and fifty cents for you."

"Okay. Two extra bags for you. Be careful not to spill the juice on your clothes."

Su Haitang sacked the melons quickly and handed them over.

Fifty cents in the account, good luck in opening!

Su Haitang yelled melon again, his voice was brighter and sweeter!

"Delicious melon, fifty cents a dollar, no money if it's not sweet. The quantity is limited, first come first served, come buy it soon!"

There is no shortage of people watching the excitement at all times, even in front of the rushing train station.

"Not sweet, no money? Give me a taste!"

Su Haitang glanced at the fashionable young man with long hair and sunglasses, his smile faded, and he generously cut a small piece of melon and handed it over.

"Be careful with knives."

The young man opened his mouth and bit directly, shocking Su Haitang and hurriedly held his hand to remind.

The young man grabbed the piece of melon, chewed it twice and swallowed it, and frowned in dissatisfaction.

"You are too stingy, you haven't tasted much, let's have another piece!"

Listening to the familiar routine, Su Haitang hid his contempt and refused with a polite smile.

"My melons all have the same taste. If you eat them not sweet, then you can't eat my melons. Even if you taste all my remaining melons, you still can't taste them. My melons If it doesn't suit your appetite, you'd better go somewhere else and find something you like to buy."

There was a commotion around the crowd watching the lively people, all eyes were cast on the young man in sunglasses, and there was no lack of ridicule and guidance, saying that he was Zhu Bajie who ate ginseng fruit and swallowed it wholeheartedly.

The young man pulled down his sunglasses, exposing his left eye socket that was bluish and glaring at Su Haitang fiercely.

"What do you mean? I ate in a hurry and didn't taste the taste. What if I want another piece to taste? You are not for nothing! Oh, so you are worried that I will eat the king's meal and take advantage of you and not give you money?"

The young man squinted his beautiful right eye and showed a meaningful smile, but the bruise outline on the left ruined his beauty.

Su Haitang restrained the smile at the corners of his mouth and admitted it openly.

"I just carried a few melons to sell, and there is still a grandmother at home to raise, and the debt of buying the house has not been paid, there is really no way to ask you to try more, you forgive me."

The young man glanced at her, then took out five yuan and slapped it on the melon.

"I'll buy ten. Cut melons, don't want the ones that are not sweet."