Chapter 291： study heart rate

Xizhong Village.

Wang Jianzhong is also preparing melon seedlings at this time, and they have just been transplanted.

Last year, he pulled manure for three days in Taoxi Village, and got a pack of watermelon seeds, which he kept as a treasure.

After the beginning of spring and just entered March, he couldn't wait to grow watermelon seedlings, and waited carefully until now.

Squatting in the field and looking at the transplanted melon seedlings, each tender and green, Wang Jianxin was very excited.

This is the little unicorn melon, a little unicorn melon in the city that can sell for eight yuan!

Hua Shirt squatted there with him, looking at the tender seedlings trembling under the breeze, excited but also worried, "Uncle, this quantity seems to be a little less, do you think Song Yueliang will accept it?"

He didn't have many watermelon seeds, so he managed to plant two acres.

By the time of harvest, it is estimated that there are only about a thousand.

Wang Jianzhong turned his head and glared at him. "Stupid or not? Why do you want Song Yueliang to accept it? She only earns fifty cents for a melon she accepts! If we sell it in the city by ourselves, it will cost eight yuan each! Do you calculate how many times the difference is? You have been in business for so many years and you still don’t know how to settle accounts, so you deserve it all the time!”

After being scolded, the flowered shirt is not only not annoyed, but his eyes are bright.

In fact, he also meant this in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out.

Afraid his uncle would say that he was planning on these little unicorn melons.

"Uncle, since this is the case, I will sell it for you when the time comes? You don't know the city well. I have been there several times, so I know where I can set up a stall!"

"Let's talk about it later, the melons haven't grown yet, what's the rush? Serve these melons well first."

"Okay, then whenever you need my help, just let me know! I will definitely handle it properly for you then!"

The sun in May is already very strong. If you squat in the field for a while, your whole body will be hot.

After working for half a day, I was sweating profusely and dizzy.

Wang Jianzhong stood up on his knees. Before leaving, he looked back at the melon seedlings swaying gently in the breeze. His eyes showed kindness, just like looking at his favorite child.

This year, these two acres of small unicorn melons are his golden pastry.

Turn around and sell it for money, and exchange it for a big TV at home!

Wang Jianzhong hummed a little tune in a good mood, and walked back to the village slowly with his hands behind his back, his back straight.

The sun was scorching, but it didn't melt away his elation.

On the other side, Taifeng Real Estate.

Song Ziyu lost the bet and had to go to Song Yueliang's company to work for her as a long-term worker without salary for ten years.

But after all, he refused to give up, and he was also unwilling to lose so badly.

In addition, the Song Group is now at the bottom of the valley, and there are no projects that can be taken out.

So the father and son combined and consolidated the land to at least recover the cost.

In case of luck, the food street and apartment rental after completion can bring them a wave of unexpected dividends?

In today's Song family, mosquito legs are also meat.

I just didn't expect that there would be problems with the land just two months after the construction started.

Song Ziyu was reporting to Song Yueliang when he received the call.

After listening to the content on the phone, his face had turned pale, and he turned around and rushed out.

Song Yueliang sorted out the documents he had just handed in, put them aside, then turned to ask Chen Mo who was standing by the desk, "What's wrong with him?"

"Mr. Song, wait a minute. I'll ask." After a while, Chen Mo came to report, his face seemed a bit subtle, "Back then Song Ziyu said that our land was covered with soft mud, and we couldn't build a house. I don't know if it was retribution. A soft mud layer has also been found under his land, and unlike our land where there are underground rivers, there are radial cracks under his soft mud layer. The cracks are long and narrow, accounting for a quarter of the total area. And the position occupied by the gap is also strange... Well, Song Ziyu's previous plan probably won't work anymore."

Chen Mo said it implicitly, but Song Yueliang understood, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

That is to say, Song Ziyu's land not only can't build a gourmet city according to the previous plan, it probably can't be converted into a scenic spot like her land.

The plan fell through, and even if the plan was re-done, a quarter of the land would be unusable.

Song Ziyu might be bleeding in his heart now.

"Where are those cracks?" she asked.

Chen Mo's expression became more subtle, "The land next to our land should be a ground seam extending from the underground river under our land."

Song Yueliang, "..."

After pondering for a while, she suddenly raised the corners of her lips, "You find a way to get a copy of the geological map over there."

"What does Mr. Song mean?"

"Take advantage of the fire to rob."

"Okay, I'll do it right now."

Back home in the evening, Song Yueliang was in a good mood, which attracted those who were flying around her like flies.

In vain attempt to take advantage of the good mood of the daughter-in-law, enter the room in one fell swoop, and successfully get on the bed.

Qi Qi sighed countless times, and at the same time was puzzled, "Eggy, why does my father do this? Even if you can't sleep with my mother and me, you can sleep by yourself. Is there any difference? "

Eggy, "Your father's thoughts are unhealthy, and his actions are not correct. Babe, close the door early at night and remember to put on the bolt, so that your father can live a long life."

Hearing that it was about her father being a hundred years old, Qiqi immediately turned serious, "Okay! I will definitely lock the door tightly!"

After speaking, the little baby found a dark corner next to the stove, and shouted inside, "Dad, don't knock on the door at night, so that you can live a long life! Remember! Qiqi will lock the door early!"

At this time, the people in the small courtyard had already had dinner, and it was already night.

The corner next to the stove is dimly lit, and there is no one around. It is a good time.

Fu Yanchi had just pulled his wife in, and was just about to bite her, when his father told him that he almost fell to the ground.

My wife pushes him aggressively.

Fu Yanchi raised her forehead, "Qiqi, dad will teach you a new lesson tomorrow."

"What homework?"

"Should I have eyesight when it comes to light bulbs?" As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yanchi kicked his wife again, and the pain was so painful that he almost shed tears.

Song Yueliang walked out of the corner quickly, picked up her dazed daughter and left, "Don't listen to your father's nonsense."

"Mom, it's so dark inside, what are you and dad doing there?"

"..."

Fu Yanchi, "Mom is discussing my condition with Dad, studying my heart load rate."

Zai'er's face became even more bewildered, unable to understand anything.

What Dad wants is that she doesn't understand.

Walking out with feeble steps, Fu Yanchi stood under the warm yellow light and looked up at the sky.

He never considered himself miserable before.

Now is really sad reminder.

Could it be that he really needs to go to the hospital to book a VIP ward in order to fulfill his long-cherished wish? Then smiled and fell asleep on the coffin board?