In the central room, the old village chief and Chen Jianhe were present, as well as a few elderly people with some prestige in the village.
Song Yueliang scanned the surroundings as she walked in.
The paint on the walls of mud houses in the countryside had turned gray and white because of the age.
There was a wooden bench on each side of the wall, and each bench could seat seven or eight people.
In the innermost part of the central room was an eight-seater table painted in red with chipped paint, on which were thermos bottles, enamel cups, and other things.
The wall above the table had a portrait of a great man, and couplets from the old spring Festival were pasted on both sides.
There was nothing else.
She retracted her gaze discreetly. At this moment, the old village chief came over with an enamel tray. On it were slices of cut watermelons. The color was beautiful, and the melon fragrance was tempting.
Being tempted by the fragrance and hot and thirsty after being exposed to the sun for a long time, Dong Wangshu didn't hold back and picked up a slice of watermelon to taste.
After the melon meat entered her mouth, Dong Wangshu's eyes immediately widened in surprise, "Umm! It was so sweet! It was like quenching my thirst!"
She immediately recommended it to Song Yueliang, "Yue Yue, try it. It's really delicious. One bite and the summer heat in your body will be gone!"
When Song Yueliang heard that, she also took a slice of watermelon and ate it. Her expression changed.
The taste was completely different from what she had eaten more than ten days ago, far beyond her expectations.
It could even be said that this taste could occupy the top grade in the entire market.
Originally, she had planned to win by packaging the watermelons from Taoxi village after putting them on the market. However, she did not expect that Taoxi village would bring her such a big surprise.
Winning by packaging could earn money, but it was also easy to be imitated.
However, if the quality of the melon itself were good, it would be a different story.
The taste and texture of a good melon could not be imitated.
"It's indeed delicious." Song Yueliang opened her mouth and praised, "I'm very glad to be able to work with you."
The old village chief and the others had been nervously looking forward to the two's comments. Now that they were able to receive their praise, they relaxed and smiled.
"To be honest with you, Ms. Dong, Ms. Song, this is the first time that our village has grown such delicious watermelons." The old village chief had a head full of white hair, and a simple smile appeared on his wrinkled face. "My heart has finally settled down. I have finally lived up to your trust."
Chen Jianhe also smiled and said, "it's indeed my first time. But I have a feeling that our village is different from before. The produce we grow in the future might get better and better!"
Although the other old people didn't say anything, one could see their happiness from their expressions. Their smiling eyes were full of hope.
"Things will definitely get better and better. Take your watermelons, for example. They were so ordinary ten days ago. Who would've thought that they'd become so amazing ten days later?" Dong Wangshu's voice was muffled. She hadn't swallowed the watermelon meat in her mouth when she reached out for another slice. "I can't stop eating!"
The central room was filled with laughter.
Dong Wangshu thought for a moment and said, "village chief, I saw a lot of land in your village at the entrance. You can consider planting it."
The central room fell silent.
The old village chief and Chen Jianhe looked at each other and understood the hidden meaning in his words.
The old village chief suppressed his excitement and probed, "if we plant all the barren land in our village, there will be many more fruits and vegetables next year."
As he spoke, he subconsciously looked at Song Yueliang.
He did not know why, but even though the wholesale market in Chengxi was owned by the Dong family, he subconsciously thought that the person who made the decision behind the business deal in their village was Song Yueliang.
"I'll take as much as you want!" This time, Dong Wangshu didn't need Song Yueliang to make a statement and made a promise first.
Although she was only interested in eating, drinking, and having fun and didn't like to manage her business, she wasn't a fool. This taste would definitely make her crazy.
Coupled with Yue Yue's advice from the side, it was a crazy profit!
Who didn't love money?
At this moment, Song Yueliang also nodded and said, "no matter how many watermelons you plant next year, we will buy them all. Besides watermelons and sweet potatoes, if you have other large quantities of fruits and vegetables, you can also bring them over."
As soon as she finished speaking, several elderly people could not sit still. The old village chief stood up immediately and walked back and forth excitedly, saying, "Alright, good, good!"
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The guests at the old village chief's house enjoyed the meal.
It was because the people of Taoxi village saw that their future was getting brighter and brighter.
It was because Dong Wangshu had found a way to make money.
It was because the children had eaten a big bowl of meat.
Usually, she would only be able to eat such a sumptuous meal during the new year.
Doggie and Hua Zi were the first to eat, while Qiqi also ate her first chicken leg in her life.
When the little girl received the chicken thigh, her eyes were bright and her face was red with happiness.
Song Yueliang's gaze kept shifting to the child. She thought that the child would immediately finish the chicken thigh.
However, the child tore off the chicken thigh piece by piece and placed it in the bowl of the old woman. "Granny, this meat has no bones. It's very easy to bite."
Just as the old woman was about to stuff the drumstick back into her mouth, the child bared his millet-like teeth. "My teeth are white and hard, and I'm good at gnawing on bones."
The adults laughed out of kindness and gave the child another delicious chicken thigh.
At that moment, Song Yueliang was filled with jealousy. It was ridiculous.
"Auntie Song, are you still busy after dinner?" In a daze, the little child's low voice sounded in her ear.
Song Yueliang looked over. "What's the matter?"
"I'll take you to my house to pick loquats!" The child smiled sweetly. "It's so sweet. Granny said that if you like it, you can take it back."
Song Yueliang curved her lips. "Okay, Qiqi will bring me to pick some loquats that can be sweet or not."
She glanced at the old woman who was sitting on the other side and looking at the child lovingly, and the absurd jealousy in her heart suddenly disappeared.
For the child to say "my home" so naturally, it must be because her Granny treated her very well and she recognized that "home."
Taoxi village was not big, and the houses of the villagers were mostly concentrated on both sides of the road.
The old village chief's house was on a gentle slope on the main road. After walking down the slope for five minutes, entering a small path on the right and turning two corners, it was Zhang Xifeng's house.
The worn-out wattled courtyard was located at the fork in the path.
Inside, there was a small mud house with mottled walls, and it was filled with the vicissitudes of time.
However, the courtyard was very clean. The farm tools were placed neatly inside. There was a luxuriant loquat tree in the corner of the courtyard, with yellow fruits among them.
It was full of life.
In the midst of the pig's cries, Qiqi opened the gate of the wattled courtyard and brought the two aunties in.
"The little piggies know that I'm back, so they're greeting me," Qiqi was quite proud when she talked about the little piggies in the house. "They like me so much. They can finish all the pig feed I give them every time."
"What about the feed your Granny gave?" Dong Wangshu deliberately teased.
Qiqi sighed. "They're picky with their food."
Dong Wangshu paused and bent over with laughter.
Even Song Yueliang couldn't help but laugh.