MTL - After Dressing Up As a Stepmother, I Transformed the Whole Family Into Working In the Fields-Chapter 520 poor and stable

Qin Yao finished one piece in two or three mouthfuls. Seeing that everyone was still waiting for his order, he raised his chin and motioned for everyone to start eating.

The twins immediately stretched out their hands and grabbed a piece with one hand. They opened their bows from left to right and juices flowed from the meal.

After all, Dalang Erlang is older and it’s time to save face, so he eats one piece at a time, which is quite elegant.

Seeing the mother and son eating so happily, Li and Yin Le each picked up a slice and bit off a corner with some anticipation. Unexpectedly, it was surprisingly sweet.

 “It’s so delicious!” Yin Le said in surprise.

Ms. Li nodded repeatedly and was reluctant to speak, just to eat two more mouthfuls of melon.

 For a time, there was only the sound of a few people eating melon in the hospital.

Little Laifu was playing where the school was built when he heard the children in the village say that he saw Yin Le and Da Lang Erlang carrying delicious cold melons back. He ran home in anticipation, but he didn't expect to arrive a step too late, leaving only a pot of green. Melon rind.

Smelling the lingering sweet fragrance in the air in the courtyard, looking at the satisfied expressions of his mother and his wife slumped in the main room, little Laifu couldn't even take a bite of melon, and his young heart was deeply shocked.

 Ouch, cry!

Qin Yao laughed unkindly and quickly asked the Dalang brothers and sisters to take the poor baby to the fields to pick some more melons.

In this way, Xiao Laifu turned from crying to laughing, and happily followed the Dalang brothers and sisters to the melon field.

Qin Yao rested for a while and looked at the sun as it turned to the west. It was no longer so hot, and then she took Yin Le out to inspect the melon fields of other villagers to see how each melon field was growing.

Many melon fields in the village were hit by heavy rain this year, and the melon seedlings that were rescued were planted crookedly. Now that they are mature, the quality of the watermelons is still unknown.

Her version is pretty good, except it's not that bright red, the taste is still good, crisp and sweet.

From far to near, Qin Yao first looked at the houses that were close, and then went to the houses that were far away at the foot of the mountain.

Many villagers followed me along the way, all curious about the harvests of other people's melon fields.

Unlike the melons grown by Qin Yao, most villagers in the village did not take care of their melon fields very carefully, and the melons were small and not round.

 It’s not that the villagers are lazy, it’s just that the main task is to grow soybeans, rice and other major food crops, so there can’t be too much energy left for the melon fields.

 The watermelons from these stores are mostly pale pink in color after being cut into pieces, and the appearance is very ugly.

 Fortunately, it still has a sweet taste and is juicier than ordinary red dates and pineapples.

 The food at Laozhai is pretty good. It looks average but the melon flesh is red, juicy and moderately sweet.

As we went deeper, Qin Yao no longer had high hopes for this year’s watermelon harvest in Liujia Village.

Unexpectedly, when I walked halfway up the hill, I was tripped by a big watermelon.

 Looking down, she saw that it was bigger than the melons in her field, as big as a modern basketball, and it was round.

If he hadn't seen those crooked melons at the foot of the mountain just now, Qin Yao wouldn't have believed that they could be grown from the melon seeds he gave him.

“Which family does this belong to?” Qin Yao pointed to the watermelon at her feet and turned to ask the villagers who were following her.

A man wearing ragged linen clothes, barely covering his hips, with a straw crotch around his lower body, his hair messy, and barefoot, came out.

Qin Yao knew this man. He was from the Shanwowo household at the far end of the village. His name was Liu Fedan, and he was twenty-seven or eighty years old.

The reason why Qin Yao remembers him is that he is very stable and outstandingly poor, and still owes his family a hundred kilograms of food.

His mother-in-law returned to her natal family to remarry a long time ago because her family was too poor. When she left, she took away the only three valuable pottery bowls in the family.

 In recent years, Liu Feodan was alone and had a skinny son, living by renting land. When the fields were not busy, the father and his son would go out to beg for food with their broken wooden bowls.

 It is unlucky to say that in the beginning of the New Dynasty, everyone was allocated mountains, forests and fields. Although ordinary people could not get any good land, they would not starve to death if they could cultivate enough land.

God loves to torment people. When Liu Feodan and his family were clearing land, they encountered a landslide. Not only the land was buried, but also everyone was buried. He was the only one left.

Thanks to the help of the old village chief, he reported to the government to intercede and classified him as a white household, so he was exempted from the tax on those fields. He survived hard by hard work on the rented land and the support from the clan.

 After I had a son, life became even more difficult.

With this kind of family background, no matter how diligent a person is, if his foundation is weak or even negative, it will be difficult to turn around.

Liu Feodan said dullly: "This year I just wanted to use this acre of melon land to repay the debts owed to the clan, so I paid extra attention to them. They look similar to the ones in your house, the village chief, but they are not the same." I don’t know if it’s red inside.”

Qin Yao asked him: "Look for one to break open?"

There was a trace of reluctance in Liu Feodan's eyes, but he still walked into the melon field and picked out a smaller, less round melon and handed it to Qin Yao.

“Thanks to my clansmen for taking care of me these years, this melon is just a thank you to everyone.” It’s just a melon, and you have to count the favors, so hard that the villagers shook their heads.

But considering his family situation, it is understandable that he did not ridicule him after all. He handed the knife to Qin Yao and asked her to open it.

Qin Yao cut it open with a knife, and saw a bright red color. She said in surprise: "It looks pretty good."

 Continue to cut the melon into small pieces and distribute them to everyone to taste. He also handed a piece to Liu Feodan.

“You can also try the melons you grow yourself,” Qin Yao said.

Liu Feodan hadn't eaten watermelon yet. He smelled the sweetness on his hand and couldn't help but swallowed. He lowered his head and took a cherished bite.

The fresh and sweet taste instantly spread to the tip of his tongue. Liu Feodan, who had never even tasted sugar, was shocked by the fresh and sweet juice and swallowed it subconsciously.

He licked the corner of his mouth and thought curiously, there are such delicious fruits in the world, no wonder they were sold for thirty cents per catty last year!

 The rest of the watermelon was eaten by him in one go.

 After eating, I saw Qin Yao and others nodding their heads with satisfaction, feeling happy and aching at the same time.

The melon just now weighed seven or eight kilograms, which was only two qian and more silver. It was gone in just a few bites.

Qin Yao ignored his aching feeling and walked into the field to look around and found that Liu Shidan had turned every melon over, otherwise the color would not have grown so uniformly.

“Your melon looks good and tastes good, so it should be able to fetch a good price.” Qin Yao affirmed.

Liu Feodan was very excited, "Really?"

 Qin Yao nodded, "Yeah."

Liu Feodan was so happy that he squatted down and gently touched his own melon with great restraint, almost overflowing with joy.

Other villagers were anxious and asked: "Village chief, what about ours? How much can it be sold for?"

Qin Yao: "I don't know, let me ask."

“By the way, do you plan to sell your melons yourself or will I find someone to buy them all together?”

Qin Yao Chou said beforehand, "The unified purchase price will definitely be much lower than the selling price on the market, but the advantage is that it saves worry and trouble. You think about it first, and there is no need to rush back to me. I will go and get the price tomorrow." Let’s talk about it later.”

After finishing speaking, he waved his hands and dispersed on the spot, everyone went back to their homes.