Song Xiaofan nodded and smiled, "It's true. You can go to the field to pick watermelon today. I'll collect it when the time comes."

"Xiaofan, then, how much does this watermelon cost?" the villagers asked nervously.

Song Xiaofan glanced at everyone and smiled and said, "The price was five or six cents a catty in the past two years. In this way, I will give you one catty and one piece."

What?

One pound per pound?

The villagers' expressions changed, "Xiaofan, you, you really want to give us a pound?"

They thought they had heard it awkwardly.

They have been growing watermelons for so many years, but they have never sold a high price of one pound per pound.

Not to mention that this year's watermelons can be sold for 40 to 50 cents, they are actually very content.

"Xiaofan, although we all want to sell high prices, we know our own watermelons. If you spend a pound of one dollar, you will lose a lot." Someone kindly reminded.

After all, no merchants come to collect watermelons. Song Xiaofan takes their watermelons, so they can't watch them suffer.

Song Xiaofan smiled, the farmers were indeed simple.

"Don't worry, one pound per pound, but I have a request, don't want rotten watermelon, and I don't want raw watermelon. Don't think about fishing in troubled waters. In addition, I just wanted less at the beginning, and I collected 500 pounds of watermelon in a family of every time."

It will take several days for Su Lan’s branch to open, so you can’t ask for too much watermelon at one time.

Many villagers nodded, "Don't worry, Xiaofan, we have a scale in our hearts and will not fool you with bad things, otherwise we will feel sorry for it."

"Okay, then everyone will be busy." Song Xiaofan nodded and smiled, and then everyone left excitedly.

"Xiaofan, you don't have a fever, right?" Zhang Sumei touched her son's forehead and complained: "Son, you can collect it one pound at a time, who will you sell it to?"

Song Xiaofan couldn't smile bitterly, "Mom, I don't have a fever, don't worry, I have a way. Besides, everyone's output has decreased this year, so give them a higher price."

Zhang Sumei sighed, "You are the only stupid in Taohua Village. If you do this, everyone probably won't appreciate it, and they are talking about you behind the scenes."

Song Xiaofan smiled and said, he didn't care what everyone said.

As long as he collects Xigua, he will not compensate everyone.

After breakfast, some villagers had already brought watermelons, and Song Xiaofan started to work hard. Zhang Sumei saw her son working so hard, so she also helped.

After working hard for a day, the watermelon had already received a lot of watermelons. At night, Song Xiaofan looked at the watermelons piled up on the ground and smiled bitterly.

These watermelons are indeed much smaller than their watermelons and are not as good as those of them.

There was no one around, so he sat cross-legged and used his spiritual energy. At the same time, the thin spiritual energy in the air gathered together.

"Lin!" With a loud shout, the spiritual energy scattered on the watermelon.

I saw a faint light flashing on the originally ordinary watermelon peel, and then disappeared.

"It should be OK." Song Xiaofan wiped his sweat for a while. Fortunately, his current cultivation is good, so many watermelons can be finished with spiritual energy.

With a click, Song Xiaofan tapped a watermelon and tasted it, and his face was delighted. The taste of the watermelon was almost the same as that of his watermelon.

"This spiritual energy is so awesome." Song Xiaofan smiled, and then he ran to Jinchai Lake, jumped into the lake to take a shower, then played with the dragon python for a while, and returned to the Guadi to prepare to go to bed.

At this time the phone rang, and Song Xiaofan picked up the phone and looked happy. It was Chen Yan'er who called it.

"Yan'er, why do you have time to call me? Do you miss me?" Song Xiaofan smiled.

Chen Yan'er smiled on the phone and said angrily: "Who misses you?" Although only a few days later, Chen Yan'er did miss Song Xiaofan a little.

"Xiaofan, I have heard about you saving my third father. Thank you very much." Chen Yan'er smiled.

Song Xiaofan shook his head and smiled, "Why are you polite? They are all from the same village. Besides, he is your third father, so I will be saved even more."

Chen Yan'er's face turned red, "Do you really think so?"

"Yes." Song Xiaofan nodded, "I thought this was your third father at that time, and I was saved."

Chen Yan'er nodded on the phone, "Thank you Xiaofan. I'll give you a surprise when we meet next time."

"There are surprises?" Song Xiaofan was interested, "What surprises?"

Chen Yan'er chuckled, "If I say it, can it still be a surprise? Don't ask, I will definitely not tell you."

"Then when will you come back?" Song Xiaofan smiled. When he heard the surprise, he thought in a mess, wishing he could see Chen Yan'er now.

"I may not be able to come back during this period." Chen Yan'er shook her head and smiled, "Or, you can come to the city to find me at that time."

"Okay, I'll come to find you when I'm done for the rest of my time." Song Xiaofan nodded and smiled, chatted for a few words before he lay down.

The next morning, Boss Cai called and smiled and said, "Brother, I'm Cai Cheng, so I'm here to pick the watermelon now?"

"Okay." Song Xiaofan nodded, "You come here."

More than an hour later, a truck drove to Taohua Village and drove directly into the area.

The villagers were shocked. They spent several days without finding the merchant. Even the village chief Li Dagang came forward and could not find it.

It only took Song Xiaofan one or two days to find it.

"Boss Cai, although this watermelon is small, it tastes absolutely not bad. You can try one." Song Xiaofan sat on the ground, just like the landlord.

Cai Cheng shook his head and smiled, "Brother Song, I don't believe in other watermelons, but I don't have to taste your watermelon."

"That won't work. One code is one code. After you taste it, don't worry, I'll worry too." Song Xiaofan said, picking up a watermelon and punching it open, "There is no knife cut here, just eat it."

Cai Cheng nodded quickly, regardless of his image, broke open the pulp and took a bite. His expression changed drastically, "Brother, this watermelon is so delicious, it's comparable to the watermelon in your Mr. Su Fruit Shop."

"That's right." Song Xiaofan nodded, "If the taste is bad, I won't sell you."

Cai Cheng smiled and looked flattering. He was sure that with this watermelon, the business would be booming.

After pretending to be hopeful, Cai Cheng smiled and said, "Brother, there are a total of 2,000 kilograms here. According to the price of 3 yuan per kilogram, this is 6,000 yuan, you can do it."

"No need," Song Xiaofan was too lazy to count and put the money in his pocket. "Boss Cai, don't forget our previous rules."

"Don't worry, no." Cai Cheng nodded. He knew very well that Song Xiaofan was his money tree and he did not dare to offend him at all.

Cai Cheng drove the truck and just left, Song Xiaofan looked at the watermelon in the field and smiled.

Excluding the purchase price of 2,000 yuan, he made 4,000 yuan a day yesterday. This is not the case with the watermelon and fish and shrimp in his field. It is no problem to make 10,000 yuan a day.
Chapter completed!