Chapter 2180: Chapter 1857: Melon Field
Without Qiaoqiao, this grand event of picking sweet melons feels like wearing fancy clothes in the dark.
Zhang Yanping hasn’t arrived yet, but his idea came first:
"Tantan, when you have time, go to the field and set up the phone mount, use Qiaoqiao’s account to give her fans some benefits. Change angles from time to time, let’s have a silent live stream."
Song Tan looked at him and sighed deeply, "Brother Yanping, you’re really wicked."
These sweet melons aren’t going to be sent to the fans anyway, showing them would just make them suffer, right?
Zhang Yanping raised an eyebrow, "Then what was up with setting up a barbecue stand in the city when Lun Chuan’s friends came? I don’t believe you weren’t showing off a bit."
This time, Song Tan fell silent. That barbecue stand was nothing but showing off, plain and simple.
Since that’s the case—
"Since you pleaded so, Brother Yanping, I’ll start the stream then."
Qiaoqiao is either counting money or busy saving it right now, probably can’t care about this.
And as she leisurely carried the phone mount up the hill, the melon field was filled with "Wow" sounds.
This time, the name of the live stream was simple and straightforward:
"The streamer is away, watch melon picking"
Thought for a bit and added a notice: "Continuous rain has caused many melons to crack in the field, making them unshippable. If you want to eat them, just watching might satisfy your craving."
Wow! Zhang Yanping kicked back in the inn and opened the stream: who is really wicked!
Setting aside who’s more wicked; the fans are truly ’broken’.
"Who understands, watching Qiaoqiao pick cotton, yellow flowers, sell farm machinery, I was calm as water, but looking at spoiled melons makes my heart ache."
"Honestly, watching farm machinery makes you calm because you can’t afford it, right?"
"Well said, don’t say it next time."
"Look at those cracks on the small melon, do they look like the crack in my heart?"
"Why why why? Why can’t they be shipped? How do you know if you haven’t tried?"
"Maybe it’s because they could rot on the way, but I’m in the same province, sis! Next day delivery! Give me ten pounds, I’ll call a rideshare!"
"Don’t even think about it! If I can’t eat it, neither can you."
"Since it’s come to this, streamer sister, if I can’t eat it, no one else should either."
"Alright, fine, open and watch a little story about human nature—same for me!"
The barrage is full of chatter, while over here, Zhu Lingqi placed a basket at the field’s end, weaving through the melon patch with Minmin like two happy badgers!
He’s really honest, picking only the ones with severe cracks. Many had wide-open mouths, nearly leaking pulp; he sniffed them and if they weren’t spoiled, he tossed them into the basket.
He thought: it’s hot, wholesale popsicles cost money, better to take more home and prepare them, like Minmin said, turn them into icy slush, popsicles, tasty and long-lasting.
But he wasn’t picking only those.
He also selected some that looked a bit better, planning for Minmin to take them home for her parents to try.
Minmin also happily twisted the melon stalk, thinking if it weren’t for Lingqi’s quirky nature, how could she have taken a liking to him?
All while listening to him ramble:
"These could sell for a good price, such a pity. Should have known to set up the shelter sooner... Or I could have taken a few days off to handle it..."
Yan Ran and the others had considered this method.
But the problem is, there are over a thousand acres.
Melons have covers; what about watermelons? If watermelons are covered, then what about pomegranates, jujubes, peaches, apples, pears?
Rather than getting tangled up and flustered, just let it be.
Especially in the rain, large areas of rain cover are heavy, there’s risk in anchoring support poles.
On the other hand, Vice President Chen appeared much more reserved.
Secretary Xiaozu was busy picking melons—this was special permission from the farm owner, letting her pick some good ones to send back.
Seize the opportunity!
And Vice President Zhang was similarly serious, scrutinizing two melons, comparing the size of the cracks, trying to find one that would last longer.
Seeing him compare for ages without making a move, Secretary Xiaozu whispered:
"President Chen, just pick two. The rain won’t stop for a while, there’ll be more ripe ones later. When I’m roaming the hill, I’ll grab two for you, no problem."
"That doesn’t seem right..."
Vice President Chen hesitated.
Secretary Xiaozu said earnestly, "It’s fine, you’re the honored guest invited by our village, I must secure this benefit for you!"
Song Tan said so, the rotten fruits and melons in the fields these days, anyone can pick if they want.
But this was told to her privately, so Chen doesn’t need to know.
The young and talented Vice President Chen was deeply moved, immediately taking a video to show off to his wife:
"Honey, their village has real sincerity, specially invited me over. Not just providing a car, but also saying that in their field—the one you’ve heard about at Qiaoqiao’s farm—the sweet melons are free for picking and eating!"
All the while sighing dramatically:
"These sweet melons smell amazing, ripe, soft, and sweet; once you start, you can’t stop."
"I always have you on my mind, but with such sincerity, I can’t just eat and take everything..."
After filming the video, checking for any flaws before sending it, President Chen’s mood soared.
He wasn’t in a rush to pick melons either, clasping his hands behind his back, strolling barefoot through the muddy rows.
With that demeanor, Professor Song squinted as he passed from afar:
"Is someone here for an inspection?"
...
Some were carefully selecting with patience, while others couldn’t wait and squatted at the field’s edge to eat sloppily.
As for who was so impatient...
Who else? Doctor Xiaoguo’s three employees were now covered in pulp, lamenting:
"How did such good melons get cracked?"
The nurse reminded him, "If they weren’t cracked, would we be able to eat them?"
Seems logical.
Just about to continue chatting, they saw the beautiful farm owner rushing over with a phone mount, then thrusting the camera in front of them:
"You look like you’re enjoying them! Please do an eating stream; I’ll send a watermelon to the clinic tomorrow."
Wow!
The three employees without a word, thrust their pulp-covered faces to the camera with enthusiasm:
"What do you call it in streaming? My buddies? Family? Ah, whatever, anyway, I’m eating well, I’ll eat for you guys first!"
The fans, shocked by a pulp-smothered, mediocre face getting close up:...
Life is really unbearable without Qiaoqiao. When is she coming back?
The benefits from the real streamer and her relatives aren’t the same!
If not, like Laba, just sign up to eat in the fields themselves?
How frustrating! What’s so great about eating cracked melons anyway? Off to the store for better ones!
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