Chapter 11 (2/2)

Mei Zhonghua directly pulled the watermelon to the Caishi street in Dongguan. He found a cardboard and wrote a few big words: watermelon is fifty cents a piece. It's sweet in sandbags. If it's not sweet, you don't need money!

Mei Xiaoran ran ran home to take the kitchen knife, cut a few on the spot, let everyone see the selling appearance.

After a while, some people came around and asked, seeing a melon of fifty cents, still a little disgusted, ”watermelon, no matter how big or small, wants 50 cents a melon? Isn't it expensive? ”

”Uncle, you pick a big watermelon to go back. How about a dozen catties of a big watermelon? You can take up all the time if you pick early! ”

Mei Xiaoran said so, the man did not say a word, happily picked a big watermelon and carried away.

Business is like this, as long as one opens and one person buys, there must be a second one!

Although watermelon is not a rare thing, it can't stand. There are few people selling it in these years. What's more, Mei Zhonghua's car of melons is still fresh and looks good. It's delicious to pick at will. In only an hour, a cart of watermelon has sold most of the car.

Mei Zhonghua was very happy. In this way, he could sell out all the watermelons he pulled. Who could earn enough money?

”Dad, please unload all the remaining watermelons. I'll watch the stall here, and you can pull another truck.”

Mei Xiaoran's proposal made Mei Zhonghua excited, but he was a little worried, ”Ran Ran Ran, can you look at it alone?””It's OK, you go quickly, go early and come back early, but don't pick those melons that are too big, medium-sized ones will do!”

Mei Zhonghua laughs, this girl also does not know who to follow, the brain melon seed is good.

He took the truck and left. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered that he could not delay three hours by going back and forth on his two legs and picking melons It's too late after noon when he comes back.

Thinking of this, he didn't go straight to the road. Instead, he turned the handlebar and turned to Laoliu's house at the east end of Caishi street

Mei Zhonghua picked this car of watermelon well. Even if others were not here, Mei Xiaoran sold it quickly, and soon sold more than ten melons.

She is happy to put money in her pocket, suddenly heard a sneer, ”Mei Xiaoran, why are you selling melons here? It's no shame! ”

Mei Xiaoran looked up and saw that he was really a narrow enemy. He was Qi Yao.

”Qi Yao, if you want to buy melons, you can buy them quickly. If you don't buy them, you can go. Don't delay me selling melons.”

”You...”

Qi Yao is also attracted by this watermelon. It's hot today, and a melon seller comes to the vegetable market. However, it turns out that Mei Xiaoran's family is in a dilemma.

”Well, I know you want melons. I'll pick you a bigger one.”

Mei Xiaoran is not the kind of person who ignores the past. It is she who knows that selling watermelon is the most important thing. As for her gratitude and resentment with Qi Yao, she will calculate it slowly!

Qi Yao watched her pick out a big watermelon. Her face was red. She threw fifty cents on the ground, picked it up and left. ”This is the money for the melon. I'll go back and have a look. If the melon doesn't taste good, I'll smash it in your face!”

Mei Xiaoran picked up the money with a smile. ”I'm sure you will come again.”