After listening to Aunt Qi and Aunt Jiu chatting for a while, Bian Rui understood that Aunt Jiu saw that the melons sold well in the mountains last year, so she planted a batch at home this year, but now there is a problem.

It’s not that the price of the melons has dropped, but that her family can’t sell the price. The reason is that several villages outside the mountain jointly plant melons, and they have channels and quantity. But the good price is for their own villagers. If you want to sell, you have to follow the price. No one is kind enough to make money for others through their own channels, so Aunt Jiu caught it blindly.

The melons in the fields were sold at 1.51 pounds. If she wanted to sell them, she would be nine hundred dollars. She didn't want to sell them at any more.

Don’t say that people bully you, your village has no right to speak, whether it makes money or not makes money, people don’t care at all. This is like rice produced in Bianjia Village and nearby villages. If you produce it in the fields, it means selling it. If other villages want to use this dish to sell their own rice, the nearby villages will definitely not be happy, even good rice will not work!

"How many kilograms are there in your field?" Bian Rui asked.

"More than 4,000 kilograms! After removing the cost of nine kcal per kilogram, you can earn one or two thousand yuan after so much effort?" said Aunt Jiu.

"Can't your cousin talk to you?" asked Aunt Qi.

"I've only said it, otherwise it would be seven mao!" said Aunt Jiu.

Bian Rui thought for a while and said, "I'll ask you if I can help you digest some of it. I can't make a deposit, but the price may not be high, and it must not be compared with the ones in the supermarket. It may be three or four yuan, and the amount cannot be too much, at most it will be a few hundred kilograms."

Bian Rui remembered that the Indian motorcycle riders on Mingzhu seemed to have to hold a large-scale on-site event. There must be at least two hundred people to see if they can consume a batch.

"There is no pesticide application?" Bian Rui asked specifically.

Aunt Jiu replied, "Pesticides are not money. I'm not stupid. What kind of medicine can be used for things that can grow without medicine?"

"That's right! I'll ask you when I go back at noon, I can't guarantee it will be done." Bian Rui smiled.

"It's okay, I appreciate it if I don't have any help," said Aunt Jiu.

After saying that, it was Bian Rui's turn to harvest rice, and Bian Rui began to work hard.

The land of more than six acres was harvested in an hour and a half. Not only did it be harvested, but the grains were removed while harvesting. I pulled the rice back to the village. The rest was drying rice. There was no need to mention the wheat drying yard in the village. At this time, the late drying yard was the most crowded time. Fortunately, there was also a drying yard in front of Bianrui's yard. Now the houses belonged to their own son. How could Bianrui's father not drying in front of his son's door and go to squeeze in the drying yard with the village.

He pulled the rice to the entrance of Bianrui's yard. Bianrui and his grandfather cleaned the stone yard, swept it clean and spread the pile of rice with wood to dry it.

Someone must watch the rice drying, otherwise it would be cheaper to make the chickens wandering around. Originally, Bian Rui deserved to be there, but Bian Rui's grandfather was really worried about Bian Rui, so he took action and got a small stool and sat in front of his grandson's door to look at the rice in a cool state.

"I'm going to go to Mingzhu again?"

Grandpa heard Bian Rui call, so he asked.

Bian Rui said: "Well, I'll help Aunt Jiu sell some melons. Now I have agreed to 3.51 pounds. Then let his eleventh brother accompany me to deliver the goods."

Grandpa nodded after hearing this, thinking that the grandson's affairs were done well, making people unable to talk about it. Then he thought about it and said, "Your Aunt Jiu was coaxed by her cousin. Before, she said that she could charge a good price and guaranteed that they would pay for his family what price. Now? Humph, people's hearts are no longer old, and their face is not worth a lot of money."

Bian Rui listened to him and refused to comment. There are too many things happening now, let alone a show of the show. A few of those who cheated people did not start with their own relatives. Why was it because their relatives were not prepared for him? Now they cheated and blocked all their own paths and deceived them.

Bian Rui just called Hu Shuo and asked if he could add a stall during the car club. Hu Shuo contacted Zhou Zheng because he was one of the founders of this car club. Zhou Zheng happened to think of how to repay Bian Rui. Naturally, there was no problem with this small matter.

However, Zhou Zheng also made a request to test the test report, and Bian Rui must agree that the person who sells things is a face, whether it is a good thing to sell to others, it is a slap in the face.

The grandfather and grandson were talking, and a clamor came from their ears.

Bian Rui turned his head and saw a group of old hens walking towards the dry rice. While walking, he was observing his grandfather and grandson. He looked at him when he saw everyone, and then stopped and stood there.

"Thieves!"

Bian Rui's grandfather cursed and shouted Dahei.

The big black dog lying beside Grandpa Bian Rui jumped out after hearing this, and soon the barking of dogs, the crowing of chickens and the sound of hens flapping their wings were intertwined.

Within two minutes, the thief hens were driven away by Dahei. Dahei, diligent Dahei watched the flock leave, and then turned around and returned to Grandpa Bian Rui's feet.

"Fifth Master!"

As soon as the flock of chickens left, Bian Rui's twelve uncle walked down the path on the hillside, holding a basket in his hand, and greeted Bian Rui's grandfather.

"Twelve, has the rice harvested at home?"

"It's not harvested yet. It's our turn tomorrow. By the way, Master Wu, have your rice sold this year?" Uncle Twelve came to the two of them and put down the basket in his hand.

Bian Rui looked at the basket and found that there were a basket full of peanuts. The peanut shells were still moistened with soil. At a glance, he knew that the new peanuts had just been dug out of the ground.

"I haven't sold much this year. Didn't Xiaorui come back? Isn't it that I have opened a small restaurant and keep a lot of rice for him. Where is your family?" Bian Rui's grandfather asked with a smile.

Uncle Twelve said: "Our family has been sold. The restaurant in the county town is collected from home, and the price is quite good. I thought to sell the rice and buy rice for money. I can still spend two more money when I get in. The children at home will soon graduate from college, and they will have to pay for jobs and other things. If they enter the city and settle down, they will have to pay for their children if they want to buy a house..."

Bian Rui's grandfather nodded and said, "I can't help but nod."

When Bian Rui was looking for a job, he didn't worry about his family. He had not graduated from college yet. Bian Rui bought a house at Mingzhu with his own ability to cook. However, Grandpa Bian Rui knew the housing prices in the city. He didn't say that Zhu, but only talked about the provincial capital. It would take two million yuan to go up after that. Without the support of the family, there are now many children who can buy a house based on their own ability.

"Your life will be hard as soon as your child graduates!" said Bian Rui's grandfather.

Uncle Twelve smiled and said, "We want the children to come back, but the children are not happy. They are fascinated by the outside world and say that everything is convenient in the village. This little bastard, life in the village is still inconvenient now? I forgot the days when my family didn't even have a toilet when I was a child. Oh, I forgot my roots."

Bian Rui heard Uncle Twelve criticize his cousin, and then looked at the expression on Uncle Twelve, and it didn't seem like he was scolding the child. When he talked about his son's smile, the smile on his son's face was almost overflowing.

"Xiao Shijiu, you can take this basket of peanuts back later. Let your aunt wash it, add some salt and pepper to cook it. It's just dug out of the ground," said Uncle Twelve to Bian Rui.

"So much?" Bian Rui asked

"What's more, it's only a meal or two after cooking. If you have something to do, you can pinch two as snacks." Uncle Twelve said with a smile.

Bian Rui didn't hesitate much: "Thank you, Uncle Twelve!"

"What are you thanking me? OK, Uncle Fifth, you are busy here, I'm back," said Uncle Twelve.

"Uncle Twelve walked slowly!"

Uncle Twelve had not taken two steps yet, Aunt Jiu rushed over in a hurry.

"Oh, Sister-in-law Jiu, are you doing something?"

Aunt Jiu said: "I'll look for Xiao Shijiu and ask about melons."

"Your melon?"

Seeing Aunt Jiu nodding, Uncle Twelve was in no hurry to leave, and turned around and turned back with Aunt Jiu.

Bian Rui heard the conversation between the two. When Aunt Jiu arrived in front of her, she opened her mouth and said, "Aunt Jiu, I've contacted her. After two days, you can ask Brother Eleven to accompany me. The amount may not be large. Just try to get a few hundred kilograms."

"A few hundred pounds are good, but the dealer who sells a few hundred pounds is more than 1,000 pounds." Aunt Jiu was immediately happy when she heard Bian Rui say this.

"The melons from Sister Jiu's house are pretty good, but the price is too harsh. I'm asking me to say that people outside the mountain are unauthentic and even their relatives are cheated!" Uncle Twelve said angrily.

Aunt Jiu sighed: "Forget it, I will plant one of them today. I won't be bothered with this matter next year. I honestly plant our rice. It's harder but I don't have the energy to do it."

"That's it, Aunt, you can pick the ripe and taste melons in two days. Then Brother Eleven and I set off early and may have to leave at around 4 o'clock in the morning, because it will take two or three hours to get there."

"Okay, Auntie, please follow your arrangement!" Auntie Jiu said.

After the discussion, Aunt Jiu and Uncle Twelve went to work together. Bian Rui took out the piano board and chiseled the piano board while talking to his grandfather.

"Are you going to sell this thing all day long?"

Bian Rui's grandfather could not help but ask after hearing this for a while.

Bian Rui replied: "No, practice craftsmanship. I am not happy to sell this piano when it is cheap. If it is expensive, no one will buy it. Let's make it and play it by yourself."

Bian Rui's grandfather thought for a while and said, "I think you have nothing to do all day long and you make a lot of pianos at home. So just go to elementary school to teach the pianos to the children."

When he heard this, Bian Rui guessed that his grandfather probably felt that he had no investment all day long. Now he was just sitting around and thinking about finding some work for him. Although he couldn't make much money by teaching students in elementary school, he was better than a penny of investment.

"Grandpa, don't worry about making money. My money is enough. If I really have no money, I will find some work to do it," said Bian Rui.

Hearing his grandson say this, Bian Rui's grandfather stopped mentioning this matter.

The grandfather and grandson looked at the rice for the afternoon. At night, the whole family came here. Bian Rui and his father were responsible for sweeping the rice on the field into piles, while grandparents and Bian Rui's mother spread the rice on the ground with plastic cloth and then moved the rice to the plastic cloth.

When all the rice is piled into plastic cloth and then covered with plastic cloth, even if it rains, the food inside will not be wet.

Of course, this is an emergency method. If it rains for a day or two, the rice has to be moved into the house.
Chapter completed!