Chapter 188 Welcome to come again next time

Wang Jianzhong didn't want to agree at first, but the floral shirt couldn't stand it.

Carrying the burden was really torturous, and the shoulders were worn out by the pole after he had just carried it.

Rather than carrying a load of dung up the mountain, he would rather drive the tractor for three days.

With the help of a big iron ox and the concerted efforts of the villagers, the new melon field in the back mountain of Taoxi Village was fully fertilized in less than three days.

Finished the work on the last day, and the sun was almost setting.

Wang Jianzhong's uncle and nephew squatted on the side of the road in disgrace, holding a water bottle and looking at the neatly organized mountains.

The land on the top of the two hills, and the riding horses are all the fruits of the hard work of their uncle and nephew.

I haven't put in so much effort in my own land.

After three days of hard work, both of them lost a lot of weight.

The big green iron ox stopped not far from the two of them. The villagers who had finished carrying their loads stopped and did not leave. They all gathered around the big iron ox, patting here and wiping there.

His face is reluctant to part, as if saying goodbye to his big brother.

Some villagers even took buckets and rags, and carried water from the roadside ditch to help wash the dung and dirt on the truck body.

The children playing nearby saw this and shouted for help. A rag was torn into several small pieces. You wiped the generator while I wiped the car tires.

With little effort, the dusty and smelly tractor will look brand new.

The flowery shirt tightened the lid of the kettle, curled his lips, "A group of old hats, I will clean the car twice in the shallow river later, it takes a lot of effort."

"You have been working for the village for three days, and the tractor has been running for three days. Everyone in our village is grateful. Help me wash and wash the car. It doesn't take much effort, and it will save you some effort." The old village chief put his hands behind his back. , cheerfully came from the other side.

Wang Jianzhong became angry when he heard his voice, and he didn't even bother to pretend, "I'm really grateful for the money. The tractor has been running for three days, and several boxes of light diesel oil have been burned. Is there any use in saying something nice?"

"Here, this is two hundred yuan. There are people in our village who have fertilized the land and pay 50 cents per acre of land. I made up the whole amount, so I don't want you to suffer in vain."

The old man's dark and rough hands, covered with brown age spots, held a stack of banknotes in his hand, and handed them to Wang Jianzhong and the flowered shirt.

One cent and two cents, fifty cents a piece, a thick stack.

It doesn’t look very good in pieces, but it’s two hundred yuan, which is definitely not a small amount.

The floral shirt didn't say a word, took the banknotes and put them in his pocket.

Originally, it was none of his business to fertilize the land in Taoxi Village. If his uncle hadn't pulled him hard, he wouldn't have come.

He has been bored for the past two days and is unhappy, but he didn't expect that the people in Taoxi Village know how to behave.

Put the money in the pocket, and the flowered shirt feels more comfortable.

Wang Jianzhong didn't say anything about his act of collecting money, and snorted at the smiling old man, with a strange yin and yang, "So generous, why don't you give me some watermelon seeds from your village?"

The old village chief laughed heartily and deservedly said, "Want watermelon seeds from our village? Yes! When you leave later, I'll wrap a bag for you."

"Really? You don't want to fool people? This is the most profitable thing in your village." Wang Jianzhong's eyes flashed with surprise, and he finally looked straight at the old village head.

Little Qilingua not only earns money, but also in the entire Hagilu Town and even in the entire Hui City, it is a unique thing, which is not available in other places.

It can be said that the little Qilin melon can be sold for such a good price. Apart from its good taste, the main reason is that it is unique.

If Li Laogen really gave him the melon seeds, wouldn't that mean he created a competitor for himself?

Only those whose brains were kicked by a donkey are so stupid!

Anyway, if it were him, he would definitely not be so generous, and he would definitely hold the melon seeds tightly. Anyone who dares to fight the idea of ??melon seeds is to challenge Wang Jianzhong.

He can't kill him!

When he left Taoxi Village, Wang Jianzhong carried a large bag of seeds in his arms.

The villagers of Taoxi Village who saw them off were very enthusiastic and kept waving to them, "Mr. Wang! Come again next time!"

The flower shirt with a face as black as pot paint, holding onto the handle of the tractor, gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, dad!"

Don't even give money!

Driving a tractor to pull dung, the smell is so bad, whoever likes to do this kind of work will do it!

Wang Jianzhong held the melon seeds carefully, did not speak, his old face was deep and he did not know what he was thinking.

The tractor was driving on the well-built road in Taoxi Village, with almost no bumps, only the harsh and rumbling sound.

On the side of the road, a young man with curly yellow hair was dressed in a trendy fashion, holding a baby in his hand, talking while walking, looking lazily from the back, full of vigor.

Hearing the sound of the tractor, the little milk baby turned around, with a sweet smile on his face, raised his little hand and waved, and said something in his mouth.

The chug chug was too loud to hear the baby's voice, but both Wang Jianzhong and Hua Shirt understood her mouth shape—welcome again!

Both of them were very impressed with this baby boy with a little tugging on his head!

Especially the flowered shirt, he was beaten by Xiaowazi with a fire stick two days ago.

Damn it, just like an adult beating a disobedient child, he was caught and spanked!

The two of them withdrew their gazes, without squinting, and left the little milk baby far behind.

Before driving far, two more people appeared in the alley by the side of the road.

A man and a woman, although they are all dressed in ordinary clothes, and even wear plastic slippers that are not so good, but they can be seen from the city at a glance.

Female, uncle and nephew also know each other.

Song Yueliang, a well-known female entrepreneur in Huicheng, donated 500,000 yuan to support the town.

The two males have never seen each other before, but their demeanor makes it clear that they are not ordinary people.

After getting in and out of the car, the man nodded to them with a smile on his eyes, very polite.

"Stop the car." Wang Jianzhong said suddenly.

The flower shirt was unknown, so he stopped the tractor by the side of the road, and the roar disappeared. He was just about to ask what was wrong, when he heard the voice of the little baby boy behind him.

"Dad, Mom, are you here to pick up Qiqi?"

The two of them shook their heads and turned their heads together.

The sight that caught their eyes shocked the two of them.

The little milk baby dressed like a sunflower rushed up to Song Yueliang and threw herself into her arms.

The flower shirt has a toothache.

He still remembers the day when he was selling watermelons in Taoxi Village, he and Song Yueliang faced each other at close range, and the woman's eyes and words made him pinch his tail on the spot.

Damn it, this woman who is more arrogant than a man is the mother of that little boy?

"No wonder Taoxi Village is so stubborn this time, even senior lawyers have come here, and the God of Wealth is covered on their heads!" The floral shirt trembled and looked at the people around him, "Uncle, I am afraid that Taoxi Village will not be able to handle it in the future."

Wang Jianzhong lowered his head, looked at the watermelon seeds in his arms, and said after a moment of silence, "Let's go."