They thought he was a strong young man. Qin Guan was a reasonable man. A cool watermelon in a well was the best refreshment amid the scorching summer of South China.
Qin Guan rolled the wheel above the well to pull three watermelons up. They were all in the same bucket. That explained why the old men couldn't pull it up. They had just thrown them down and never thought about how they would pull them back up.
Qin Guan used a long knife to cut the three melons into six pieces.
"How should I divide them?"
"Just leave them there. Go get some rest in your room. Thanks a lot, Qin Guan."
The six old men took the melons and began to eat them in the shadows with spoons. The three melons were perfect for them. They needed no more or less. Qin Guan had been just a free labor worker.
