Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): 52 years of farming, producing hundreds of millions of tons

Xu Damao was deeply moved.

Wan Ping'an smiled but didn't say anything.

He thought to himself: "Little brother, you underestimate me. The money I make selling pumpkins once is something Yi Zhonghai might not earn even if he worked hard his whole life!"

Xu Huirong glanced at Wan Ping'an.

Xu Damao wasn't good at calculations, but she, as the owner of the tavern, could easily figure it out.

Wan Ping'an can earn more money selling pumpkins in one go than an average person could earn in a lifetime, and even if they did, it would be through exhausting hard work.

She was even considering selling pumpkins to grow in the tavern!

The thought had barely formed when she extinguished it.

Can you make money growing pumpkins?

You can make money!

It's hard-earned money.

Can you make a lot of money?

It could never be anyone other than Wan Ping'an!

Others can't grow such high-quality pumpkins or such high yields, so how do they make money?

The key to making money growing pumpkins is the planting technique!

Wanping's unique technology!

"Peace, I want a pumpkin too."

Chen Xueru grabbed Wan Ping'an's hand.

"Okay, I'll give you ten too."

Wan Ping'an said it casually.

"No, I don't need you to deliver it."

"We'd like to stock up on some, at least a thousand."

Chen Xueru shook her head.

She believed that Wan Ping'an's pumpkins would taste excellent, and that storing some would allow her to sell them even if she couldn't eat them all.

"Row!"

Wan Ping'an nodded.

Chen Xueru wanted a thousand pumpkins, but compared to the mountain of pumpkins piled up in front of her, it was just a small corner!

"I need a batch of pumpkins, just like Xue Ru's, a thousand of them!"

"I want to sell pumpkins in my little tavern—steamed pumpkins, stir-fried pumpkins, there are so many ways to cook pumpkins, I'm sure it will be a big hit."

Xu Huirong also wants to buy it.

She runs a small pub and often struggles with what to cook.

In the 1950s, produce was scarce, and the ordered vegetables and meat often ran out of stock, affecting the tavern's business, but she was helpless to do anything about it.

Seeing Wan Ping'an's pumpkin, an idea came to her.

Introducing a series of pumpkin-themed dishes.

When Wan Ping'an was selling tomatoes, she launched a series of tomato-themed dishes, such as cold tomato salad, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and tomato soup.

It is very popular with diners.

Unfortunately, the time was too short, and the tomatoes were sold out.

Many people come specifically to eat here, only to leave disappointed.

Now it's pumpkin's turn, and it's sure to be just as popular as tomatoes.

She ordered a thousand first, just to test the waters.

If it's as popular as expected, she can increase her purchasing and store it in large quantities, so she won't have to worry about the pumpkins selling out and running out of stock.

at this time.

The courtyard was very lively.

In the open space in the front yard, more than a dozen people gathered together and chatted.

“In the morning, I heard two men who looked exactly like He Daqing, who were Wan Ping’an’s men, shouting that they had a great harvest.”

"I heard it too. It sounded like some kind of melon. It could be a pumpkin, a watermelon, or a winter melon."

You've already used up all the words containing the character "瓜" (gua), can't it be "小香瓜" (xiaoxianggua)?

"Wan Ping'an must have made a fortune buying tomatoes last time. He might even be the richest man in our compound now, not even as rich as Yi Zhonghai, right?"

As they talked, the topic turned to money.

Many people's eyes turned red.

Wan Ping'an was unemployed and only owned six mu of land, which led to him being looked down upon.

just now.

Wan Ping'an suddenly rose to prominence and made a fortune.

They were not used to it.

"What's so great about it?"

"No matter how much money he earns, isn't he still just a farmer?"

"They work in the fields, their backs to the sky, relying on the weather for their livelihood. If the weather is bad and the harvest fails, they won't even have anything to eat."

Jia Zhangshi launched into a barrage of sarcastic remarks.

She couldn't bear to see Wan Ping'an doing well; she wished he would starve to death immediately.

Chapter 41 The yard is filled with the fragrance of pumpkins, and the beast is green with envy.

"Who says I'll starve to death?"

When Wan Ping'an, Xu Damao, Sun Tiezhu and others returned, they had just entered the gate when they heard someone say that he had starved to death. Without even looking, they knew it was Jia Zhangshi.

"Don't worry, even if you starve to death, I won't!"

Wan Ping'an glared coldly at Jia Zhangshi.

Jia Zhangshi shuddered.

She felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet, passing through her calves, thighs, waist, and cervical spine, straight up to the top of her head, and her whole body was "frozen"!

"Ping An, you're back?"

The three women stood up.

He greeted Wan Ping'an with a smile.

"came back."

"You guys continue your conversation, I'm going back."

Wan Ping'an walked towards the backyard.

"Jiecheng, did Ping An grow this pumpkin?"

"It's so golden and beautiful!"

The three aunties praised it.

"Hmph, just because it looks good doesn't mean it tastes good. Pumpkins are for eating, not for looking at!"

After Wan Ping'an left, Jia Zhangshi recovered.

I'm jealous, she doesn't have that!

The Sun family of the Intermediate People's Court.

Sun Tiezhu carried the pumpkin home.

"Mom, this is a pumpkin that Ping An gave me."

"Also, I'd like to discuss something with you. I want to use the money Ping An used to hire us to buy pumpkins; he promised to give me a discount."

Sun Tiezhu discussed it with his mother, Wang Dahua.

"It's your money, so you can make your own decisions."

Wang Dahua is quite open-minded.

"Mom, let's have pumpkin tonight."

"The pumpkins that Brother Ping An grows must be delicious, just like the tomatoes he grows. People say they taste even better than meat."

Sun Tiezhu took out a pumpkin.

Wash it.

Cut into pieces.