Everyone was very concerned about the price of Shi Lichun's watermelon.
As they stared intently at Gao Wenwen, their ears pricked up.
Gao Wenwen smiled and said, "Uncle, the sweetness of the watermelon has reached our standards, but this watermelon has a certain amount of pesticide residue."
When Uncle Shi Lichun heard this, he immediately did not understand.
"How can that be? I've never used pesticides before. How can there be pesticide residue?"
When the other villagers heard this, they started discussing among themselves.
"That's right. Their watermelons have never been tainted with pesticides. How can there be pesticide residue?"
"Could it be that someone was jealous and secretly shot pesticides in their fields?"
"That's impossible. Don't pesticides cost money? This is a dozen acres of watermelon." Who would think of using pesticides out of jealousy?
