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

"Absolutely not!"

"If Wan Ping'an were to deliver watermelons, and I dared to stop him, without Wan Ping'an even saying a word, everyone in the courtyard could drown me with their spit!"

Yi Zhonghai was very distressed.

Wan Ping'an is like a hedgehog, making it impossible for him to find a way to attack!

Sha Zhu is in the Intermediate People's Court.

Seeing the lively scene in the backyard, he gritted his teeth, his eyes practically spitting fire. He slammed his fist against the wall, letting out a scream.

My fist is all scraped!

Across the street, at the Jia family's house, Jia Zhangshi stood at the door, staring into the backyard!

"That little bastard selling watermelons, I curse him! May he not sell a single one, may they all rot in his yard, and may he lose everything!"

It has a faint, refreshing watermelon scent.

Jia Zhangshi swallowed another large mouthful of saliva. She couldn't remember how many mouthfuls she had swallowed, but she felt a little bloated. She felt full from drinking without having eaten.

"Da Mao, Jie Cheng, go and call all the children in the yard over."

As Wan Ping'an spoke, he took out two large watermelons and cut them open in front of everyone.

The children have all come over.

"Here, everyone, have a slice of watermelon."

“After you finish eating, go around the neighborhood and shout that I, Wan Ping’an, have bought watermelons again. When you come back, I’ll give each of you a dime.”

Wan Ping'an said to the children.

The children were ecstatic; they got to eat watermelon and earn pocket money at the same time.

The parents did not disagree.

Since the kids are just idling around anyway, they might as well go out and run around and earn a penny.

But what do kids need pocket money for?

When we get home, of course we have to confiscate it!

After the children finished eating the watermelon, they all ran outside.

Starting from the courtyard house, the children have started playing again.

Before long, people who had bought Wan Ping'an's tomatoes and pumpkins came to the courtyard to buy Wan Ping'an's watermelons.

at this time.

Wan Pingan then cut open two more large watermelons.

Cut it into small pieces, each only the size of a bite, so that people who want to buy the watermelon can taste it before buying.

Jia Zhangshi finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She sneaked into the backyard and, amidst the crowd, greedily inhaled the sweet aroma of the watermelon.

"This watermelon is so delicious."

"How to sell it?"

"I want to buy one."

Some people tried it and wanted to buy it on the spot.

"what?"

"They threw the watermelon rinds on the ground."

"Some watermelons still have a little bit of red flesh on the rind, can't you still eat them?"

Jia Zhangshi discovered a new continent.

She quietly squatted down, picked up a piece of watermelon rind with red flesh still attached, stuffed it into her shoe, then stood up and slowly moved towards another piece of watermelon rind.

After half an hour of effort.

Jia Zhangshi stuffed all the watermelon rinds on the ground, as long as they had red flesh, into her shoes.

No one noticed his actions.

of course.

She just assumed no one had noticed.

"Haha, you surnamed Wan, do you think I can't eat watermelons if you don't sell them to me?"

“I can pick up watermelon rinds.”

"Ugh, these bastards, couldn't they have left a little more red flesh when they were eating the watermelon?"

Jia Zhangshi complained.

Most people who eat watermelon eat it very cleanly, almost tearing the rind apart. Of course, she wouldn't pick those; she would only pick the ones with red flesh.

There's no more room in my shoes.

Jia Zhangshi turned around and went home.

Home.

Jia Dongxu was fast asleep.

Jia Gensheng has not returned yet.

Jia Zhangshi took all the watermelon rinds out of her shoes, laid them out on the table, and counted them. There were seven pieces in total, each with some red bits on it.

"Mom, did you eat watermelon?"

Jia Dongxu woke up.

Looking at the watermelon rinds on the table, which had all been gnawed on, he assumed that Jia Zhangshi had stolen some.

"no!"

"These are watermelon rinds I picked up in the backyard. They're so wasteful; there's still some red flesh left!"

As Jia Zhangshi spoke, she picked up a small piece of watermelon rind.

Click, click, click!

Gnawed clean

The watermelon rind was all chewed through.

"So sweet!"

"That little bastard Wan Ping'an, the watermelons he grows are really delicious."

"Ptooey, it stinks!"

Jia Zhangshi tasted the sweetness, but she also tasted the stench of feet.

"You picked up someone else's leftover watermelon rinds?"

Jia Dongxu found it hard to believe.

"You dislike it?"

"Then I'll eat it myself!"

Jia Zhangshi picked up another piece.

"Me too!"

The sweet aroma was irresistible to Jia Dongxu, who reached out and grabbed a small piece of watermelon rind, and like Jia Zhangshi, began to gnaw on it with gusto.

"So sweet!"

"Huh, what's that stinky smell?"

"Hahaha, Wan Ping'an's watermelons are rotten! I'm going out to help him spread the word so he can't sell a single watermelon!"

Jia Dongxu's eyes lit up.

Holding a small piece of watermelon rind, he nibbled on it as he rushed out.

“Come back, the watermelons he grows don’t smell bad.”

“When I was picking up watermelon rinds, I was afraid Wan Ping’an would see, so I stuffed them all into my shoes. The stench you smelled was from my feet.”

Madam Jia was greatly surprised.

We can't let Jia Dongxu publicize it, otherwise, wouldn't everyone know that she picked up watermelon rinds?

"You brought it back in your shoe?"

Wow!

Jia Dongxu vomited.

I threw up my breakfast!

backyard.

"My watermelons are only one cent a pound!"