On the gentle slope, there is no sight of the green melon vines. Large green-skinned watermelons lie in the melon like a big green-haired wild boar, which is very high and easy to recognize.

Except for the Canghai family, all the villagers arrived. They smiled and looked at the green watermelons all over the ground, and couldn't close their mouths. Everyone knew that just looking at the watermelons, it would be a great harvest.

Not only the old and young men in the village came, but also the bears and wild boars that survived around them. Five or six bears were spinning around the melon field. In a corner about a hundred meters away from the bears, several groups of wild boars were crowded together, and they seemed to smell the ripe watermelons. Come and see if they could have a meal.

A small red flag was inserted next to Hu Shijie and Miao Zhengwei. Although they were not imposing, they both had satisfied smiles on their faces.

"Director Hu, how many words do you say?" Miao Zhengchuan turned his head and asked Hu Shijie.

Hu Shijie waved his hand: "Forget it, let's say a few words, let's hurry up and cut melons!"

"Okay!"

Miao Zhengwei took a small step forward, put his hands in front of his mouth, and said loudly: "I announce that this year's melon harvest season has officially begun! Everyone should do it!"

Hearing Miao Zhengwei say this, the old and young masters could no longer help it, and picked up the sickle in their hands and rushed into the first piece of land.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

I took a photo of the melon first, and when I heard the melon making a slightly dull sound, it showed that the melon was ripe. I took a sickle and cut it foot by ripe melon seedlings. After a few slaps, the watermelon separated from the melon vine, and a big watermelon was picked like this.

It is impossible to expect one of the watermelons planted together to have multiple births. Often, one is ripe and the remaining melons are ripe.

It is not enough to pick watermelons from the vines. Each watermelon weighs more than 100 pounds, and the heaviest one can reach 100 pounds. It is almost as tall as an adult when standing. It is completely unrealistic to expect one person to hold it. You can only roll gently down the slope. After rolling to the side, only people pile the watermelons together. After inspection, they put them on a cart and transport them back to the village, and then change to the car to transport them to the factory.

When everyone was busy happily, there was one thing that was Hu Laian. This kid was slow to take the sickle in his hand and didn't cut off a single melon vine. Li Wan next to him frowned secretly. Li Wan just frowned. Now he was too busy with his own affairs, so he was not interested in dealing with the lazy Hu Laian.

After a while, dozens of watermelons rolled down and piled up together, forming a pile of watermelon hills under the shade of the trees.

Matsuda Akio took a few Japanese people with a detector like a square box in his hand, took some juice from the melon vine and waited for the numbers on the instrument to come out. At the same time, a label was printed under the instrument, and then such a label was pasted on the watermelon.

Miao Zhengwei and Hu Shijie each rolled down a melon, and then took advantage of drinking water to ask Matsuda Akio, "How is it?"

Matsuda Akio showed them the values ​​on the watermelon: "Mr. Wei's melons are of good quality, half a level worse than the melons produced in Canghai last year, this one is slightly worse, and half a level worse than this melon."

"No way?" Miao Zhengwei was a little dissatisfied. He felt that Canghai was so lazy that he was almost wormy. How could the melons grown were of higher quality than the villagers?

Matsuda Akio said: "Our data will not go wrong. Last night, we had already tested the melons from Canghai's family. The same level as last season, the numbers will not exceed 0.5. However, the melons planted by the villagers are a bit bad. For example, the quality of these melons is good, and the ones like that can be said to be wrong. The ones outside are not good. Not only are the quality of the melons, but the weight is also too bad. We cannot ask for such melons."

Miao Zhengwei and Hu Shijie followed Matsuda Akio and found that the last melon pile of watermelon pile was obviously smaller than the melon pile next to it. If it was a little smaller one or two, it would be nothing, but the melon pile was half less than half. The two melon piles were piled together, and the melon pile looked like grandpa, and the melon pile looked like grandson.

When Hu Shijie saw this melon, he frowned because it was planted by his grandson.

"I don't want this melon?" Hu Shijie wanted to fight for his grandson. No matter what, his grandson has put in his strength. If he can sell some money, he can sell some money.

Matsuda Akio reached out and took out the instrument, gently pulled the melon bits up, pinched out a little water drop on the instrument, then threw it a few times, putting the value of the instrument in front of Hu Shijie.

Hu Shijie took a look and found that the value was only five. There were seven or eight numbers everywhere. When he arrived at his grandson, he came directly with a five.

It’s not that Hu Shijie wanted to help his second grandson anymore, so he couldn’t speak out, because the difference in the value was too big.

Matsuda Akio glanced at Lai An lazy, and smiled and mentioned: "You have to urge him more. If he grows watermelon like this, it would be a waste!"

Hu Shijie had a calm face and did not respond.

"Wei Wenkui's family, eight first-class, fifteen melons with excellent grades above eight points, twenty-two melons from 8:1 to 8:5" A Japanese man over there read out the first pile of watermelon harvests. Except for a few differences below seven:5, most melons are good. It is not a bad result to have fifteen melons.

Wei Wenkui's family of four were smiling and thinking in their minds how much money they could get for the four of them and how much could they get from each person.

“Scale?”

Wei Wenkui nodded. There were several factories there to help him, and they weighed the watermelons one by one. Then, under Wei Wenkui's gaze, they wrote down the weight of each melon, and then continued to add and accumulate.

Seeing that Wei Wenkui finally weighed several of the lowest-grade melons, he reached out to stop the worker: "Don't weigh this melon. I'll see what the inferior melon looks like. Changsheng took the saw of the melon!"

Wei Changsheng immediately responded happily after hearing this, turned around and ran back to the village, preparing to take out the big saw at home.

A melon was left behind. The staff in the factory went to a pile of melons below and started to scan the original codes posted on the watermelons. Soon, each watermelon classification was counted. Cang Shiyuan's family, there were ten melons at first level, ten melons at first level, and fifteen melons at good level, four melons at medium level!”

The third uncle Cang Shiyuan's melons are almost half less than those in Wei Changsheng's family. Fortunately, there are a lot of good melons. This is also impossible. There are four people in Cang Shiyuan's family, and the farming area is different, so the number of melons is naturally different.

After waiting for the heavy lifting, Cang Shiyuan smiled and left an intermediate-grade melon tasting, but he did not prepare to eat it himself, but pushed it directly into the open space next to him, and then pushed the medium-grade watermelon into the pile of bears under the slope with one kick.

A group of bears had already smelled the smell of melons and had been standing next to them for a long time. Now that they saw the watermelon rolling down, they all ran over for the watermelons with excitement.

Several big bears used their fat heads to cut off the rolling watermelon, and then opened their big mouths to prepare to feast on them.

But everyone worked together to chew for a long time, but they didn’t see the watermelon peel breaking, but they just plowed a series of marks on the melon peel.

A group of bears began to get anxious, and finally the strongest bear couldn't help it. He stood up directly, raised his front paws, stood on the watermelon and then slammed heavily into the middle waist of the watermelon.

Dong! Dong!

The bear pressing watermelon is like playing a big drum.

The power of a bear is not something that a watermelon can hold on, it can directly crack a person's mind. After pressing it for more than ten times, the watermelon emits cracks. After a few more strokes, the whole watermelon finally couldn't stand the force and suddenly cracked into four or five pieces of large and small. The big bear standing on the watermelon also fell to a dizzy life.

All the bears around rushed over immediately, and the weak body took a piece of watermelon and walked away. The strong body directly opened their mouths and ate large pieces of melon meat.

The wild boars also smelled the smell at this time, but they still resisted the temptation of food and left the irritable bears far away. They watched the watermelon meat decrease little by little, and the melon peel was thrown everywhere by a bunch of bears.

Then Cang Shiyuan started, and each family took out a medium-grade watermelon and piled it down the slope to feed the bears. The group of bears were so happy.

After eating a few watermelons, the bears seemed to be full. They ran to the stream and took a cooler cooler. When they got ashore, they threw the water droplets on their bodies, and then found a cooler shade near the melon field and lay down.

The bear swept the watermelon and left a sweet potato peel. After leaving, he brought the wild boars with his family. For them, the watermelon soil cannot be eaten, but the watermelon peel is also delicious. When the bears left, a few nests of wild boars began to clean the battlefield. The place where the melon peel was thrown in was gradually cleaned up again.

Sometimes nature is so wonderful. There are bears that eat delicious parts, and wild boars that sweep leftovers. Even if the watermelon that falls into the grass, they will probably be eaten by ants and other threads. In short, there will not be any leftovers.

After renowned, he came to the next to the first melon field planted by Hu Laian. Seeing that the melons here are about half smaller than those from other families, the staff couldn't help but ask: "How did this melon be planted?"

It looks good to put 40 or 50 kilograms of melons outside, but where is Sijiaping? Sijiaping watermelon is a variety of big melons. It is so rare to plant such a small melon.

Although the melon is small, the staff still scanned all the labels on the melons, and finally came to the end that the most outstanding ones were just two intermediate melons. As for the money? Haha, the staff would rather not. After this melon is put on the machine, it will waste everyone's time.

"Hu Laian, two intermediate grades!" the staff shouted.

Hu Shijie, who stood with Miao Zhengwei, felt very shameless and looked embarrassed.

Miao Zhengwei smiled and comforted, "It would be good if he could be brave after knowing shame, so don't take it to your heart."

Hu Shijie waved his hand: "I'm not so fragile. I just feel that Ping An and Laian are so stupid that they feel distressed, and the other is idle and outrageous!"

Miao Zhengwei understood it very well. When he gave birth to an intellectual problem in his first child, he naturally loved a more normal child. He loved a normal child too much and raised a normal child into a waste. It was reasonable.

"I don't accept it. Why do people take it away? Only my melon is the only one!" Hu Laian was anxious. He originally wanted to be lazy, not that he did not work, but that this kid was cheating. He thought that he was lazy even if he had a lower income in the end.

But now the result of this suddenly shattered his wishful thinking. It was not just a little less income. It was not just a lack of income. Not only did he have no income, he also had to pay for it, because the patent of watermelon is not calculated based on how many watermelons you collected, but how many acres he planted. These two medium-sized melons are not enough to have a fraction of the authorized authorization.
Chapter completed!