The villagers went home one after another. Before leaving, every household brought a watermelon back. Canghai and Ping'an, Shi Wei began to clean up the kitchen.

Ping An led the ugly donkey back to the cattle shed. Canghai took out all the melon seeds and put them in a basin to wash the melon seeds. He prepared to wash off the soil flocs and sticky melon juice on the melon seeds. He washed them and cooked them. He took them out and dried them and prepared to stir-fry them.

Shi Wei held the plate and took all the watermelon peels thrown by everyone on the table into the basin.

"What should I do if the melon peel is?" Shi Wei was wearing a large pot of melon peel. One was that she didn't know where to throw it, and the other was that it was a little difficult to use her strength to carry such a big pot.

Cang Hai turned his head and took his hand out of the basin, pulled a towel and wiped his hand, then walked to the edge of the table and picked up the melon rind basin: "This thing needs to be fed to chickens, and you can feed pigs, but it would be a pity to throw it away for nothing."

Shi Wei saw Cang Hai alone with a basin, so she also stretched out her hand to grab one side of the basin, so the basin changed from Cang Hai alone to two people carrying it.

The two carried the melon pot to the side of the chicken coop. Cang Hai signaled Shi Wei to let go, and he held the melon pot and splashed the melon peel in it forward.

"Du...du...du!" Shi Wei whispered to the flock of chickens.

The chickens in Canghai's family are now free-range, and they don't close the chicken coop even at night, so the chickens can be said to be running all over the ground, but when they heard Shi Wei's aggressive call, they immediately ran towards Shi Wei.

The nearest chicken arrived first and immediately found the watermelon peel on the ground. It pecked quickly. In the blink of an eye, the entire watermelon peel was surrounded by the flock of chickens.

"Chicken seems to like watermelon peel." Shi Wei saw that every chicken was enjoyable, so she turned to Canghai and said.

Cang Hai smiled and said, "That's for sure!"

After saying that, he looked at his own chicken and said with satisfaction: "In a few days, these chickens can be eaten, so that they can save you from having to buy them in the town in the future."

Just as Canghai was talking, several pigs at home also jogged over with a trot. While humming, several black soil pigs squeezed the flock with their heads and grabbed the best position with their big body. They drooped their heads and chewed the melon skin in large mouthfuls.

When chickens eat melon skins, they will peck at melon skins. Pigs bite them directly. A piece of melon skins fell into their mouths and entered their stomachs. After eating one piece, they immediately stretched their heads and urged another piece.

After a while, the geese at Canghai's house appeared from somewhere and joined the team to grab food. The entire chicken coop suddenly became lively. The chickens were croaking and the pigs hummed, and a strong pastoral aura immediately emerged.

"Wow, they are so edible." Shi Wei took a large pot of watermelon, and in just a short while, one-third of these things were eaten by them, and she couldn't help but sigh.

Cang Hai smiled and said, "If you don't eat quickly, you will be hungry. How could these guys not rush to eat?"

The poultry at Canghai's family is almost not fed much food now, just once a day. Canghai is not happy to eat the food that has been harmed by rats. If there is no such crop, Canghai will not feed it.

"I'm feeding less, and I can't eat enough every day." Shi Wei also thought of this, so she said to Canghai: "You are so petty and you can't bear to feed the food. Uncle Wei's side feeds it twice a day, and each time it's a small pot. You only need two or three bowls to measure. Look at how hungry the army and the others are!"

"You don't understand this. If I had definitely fed it before, but this year was different. Look at the mountains and fields full of grass, and the grass is full of insects. As long as you are willing to work hard, you can't get enough of these things. If you keep feeding them, they won't find food. I feed them like this to save food, and I also train them. This is not to save food, but to make their meat taste better. Otherwise, free-range local chickens are expensive."

Canghai found a good reason for himself as soon as he opened his mouth.

Shi Wei didn't believe it. She really understood Canghai too much. Hearing this, he curled his lips and refused to accept Canghuo's words.

Cang Hai picked up the basin and patted it, photographed all the pieces of melon peel in the basin on the ground, and then said to Shi Wei: "Let's go, let's go back and eat fried watermelon seeds tomorrow."

"Why will this thing be fried for a day tomorrow?" Shi Wei turned around and followed Canghai and walked up the slope.

"This thing needs to be boiled first, and then dried after it is finished. Only then can it be fried after drying the moisture outside. The process is quite time-consuming. Forget it, it's useless to tell you now. You will know when I fry..." Cang Hai said as he carried the basin to his house.

When he arrived at the kitchen at home, Ping An had already stood beside the pool and washed the melon seeds. He saw that his rack-type melon seeds had almost been washed.

Canghai likes peace. There is work in his eyes. Unlike many people who are donkeys, they cannot be beaten and do not know how to do the work in front of them. They have to ask others to speak out before they know.

When Ping An washed melon seeds, Cang Hai prepared the ingredients for boiling melon seeds, such as pepper, star anise, cinnamon, etc., all of them were put into a small bowl. When Ping An washed melon seeds and let Ping An cook the pot, Cang Hai poured the washed melon seeds and spices into the pot, and added some water to cover the pot and started cooking the melon seeds.

"How about the melons in the melon field?" Cang Hai asked.

There were so many people who did not come just now, and now there were only three people left. Canghai opened his mouth and asked about the situation of the melon field.

Ping An said while cooking the pot: "There are not too many ripe now, but the melon can be almost half ripe in ten days at most."

Shi Wei listened next to her and asked casually: "Does the watermelon be sold when it is ripe?"

"This melon will be sold after it is ripe. As long as it is not cut, it can be placed for a month," Cang Hai said.

These things were not introduced by the Canghai, but the statement given by the Tree of Life. The Tree of Life exists like an encyclopedia for plants within its control, and watermelons are not qualified to escape from its control.

"Then when will you go to sell melons?" Shi Wei asked.

Cang Hai replied without thinking: "Next week, picking melons next Thursday, and then transporting them to the Demon City to sell. By the way, it may take two or three weeks or even a month to go to the Demon City next week. You and Ping An are at home, and it is very simple to help take care of these things at home. Don't let the beast steal the chickens at home, and it doesn't matter anything else."

After thinking about it for a while, Cang Hai said to Shi Wei, "I forgot, there is another thing to bother you. Please help me watch the two kilns in your home and two newly opened bathrooms. The materials are all just right, so you have to make them more refined during construction."

Shi Wei smiled and said, "Don't worry, I understand. I have also watched the decoration. Anyway, there are layout plans on your place? Then I will just follow the requirements above. If it really doesn't work, I will ask Li Fang to come and watch it. He will always understand the people who do this industry."

"Okay!" Cang Hai nodded with satisfaction when he heard Shi Wei say this.

"Can our melons be sold well even when we reach the devil?" Ping An was a little worried.

Cang Hai said confidently: "What's the point that's not easy to sell? Is our melon delicious?"

"It's delicious, but our melon is too big to eat it for the whole family. Even two families have to press it together to eat it. For three or four people in the city, the melon will have to be eaten for three days," said Ping'an.

Cang Hai smiled and said, "Boy, can you think of this?"

Ping'an scratched his cheeks embarrassedly after hearing this: "Second brother, this is not what I said. When I came back, I heard the third grandma say it."

Cang Hai laughed and said, "It's okay. Can we cut it open and sell it if you can't eat it? I'm going to contact the supermarket first after going to the Magic City. I guess they will be interested in such good melons. If it really doesn't work, I'll go to the street to set up a stall to sell it. I don't believe that we can't sell such good melons!"

Now I am full of confidence in my own watermelon sea. It is really a bit of a small idea to think that my own watermelon is more than ten yuan more expensive than ordinary watermelons.

Shi Wei looked at Cang Hai and said, "How many melons are you going to take to the Demon City at the beginning?"

"Take all the cooked ones away. What are you doing when you stay at home? If you want to eat them, wait for the cooked ones in the field to pick them yourself. You can't pick them all. I won't let you eat them, right?" Cang Hai said happily.

The three of them were chatting in the kitchen, and suddenly a chicken flew over from the kitchen with its wings flapping.

Cang Hai looked up accidentally and saw the chicken flying over and swallowed his saliva: "The chicken in the second grandma Li family is so fat!"

Shi Wei asked, "How do you know that this is a chicken from Grandma Li's second grandma?"

The chicken flew over very quickly, and Shi Wei flew over in front of her before she could see clearly.

The boy Ping'an also saw it clearly and opened his mouth and said, "The chickens in each family have marked them. Grandma Li's second grandma has lit a red potion on her back, and she will know at a glance."

"Fat chicken, I really want to kill it and cook it." Cang Hai said with his eyes fixed on the back of the chicken flying over.

A small number of chickens raised in Canghai were eliminated, and most of them were killed last year. The rest were old hens and a few big roosters. Although Canghai wanted to eat, they could not do this. The villagers' families were different. There were many adult chickens in their families, and almost every family hated some chicks in autumn. Now it was the time when the group of chicks grew up, so naturally they drooled.

It’s not that Canghai’s home has no chickens to eat. Canghai has bought chickens from the town these days, but those chickens taste different from the chickens in the village. Although they are all native chickens and are raised in the countryside, they are always worse than the chickens in the village, not to mention comparing with Canghai’s own chickens.
Chapter completed!