West Cross Slope of Luliuwei Village.

The reason why it is called Cross Slope is because it is the intersection of the official road from Tangzhou to neighboring Caizhou and the official road from Tongshan County south to the north bank of Huaishui River.

Beside the road, there is a century-old Sophora japonica tree, covering an area the size of a basketball court in the shade.

Chen Chu and others parked the oxcart under the tree. Occasionally, a caravan would pass by on the official road. Chen Chu would shout with all his strength: "Watermelon, watermelon, ripe watermelon, sweet, juicy, plump, and white."

So soft..."

"Brother Chu, are you talking about watermelon?"

"Uh...Channel switching, Saori..."

He suffered a slight setback last night, and now Chen Chu's legs are full of brains.

You can see the feeling of first love just by looking at a watermelon...

Because it is close to the official road, there are quite a few caravans passing by. However, seeing that Chen Chu and others are young and strong, no one has inquired about the price yet. Let's try.

It’s the end of the year.

A caravan composed entirely of capable men also hid in the shade of a tree to rest. A middle-aged man in a long robe and the appearance of a cashier in the caravan took the initiative to come over and take a look.

"Hey, when did we have water melons in Tongshan?"

"Does this gentleman know that he has seen this thing before?" Chen Chu cupped his hands and asked.

"Ding Weiqian, I went to visit the Liao Kingdom..." At this point, the middle-aged man probably remembered that the Liao Kingdom had been destroyed for several years, so he couldn't help but sigh, and then continued: "I have seen water in the Liao Kingdom.

Melon, but although this melon has a lot of juice, which can quench thirst, it has no taste and is not delicious."

"My melon is very sweet." The eldest son said in a low voice from the side.

"Sir, would you like to try a piece?" Chen Chu said and cut one into pieces.

As soon as the red flesh of the fruit was exposed, the middle-aged man let out a surprised sound.

"The water melons from the Liao Kingdom have a skin about four fingers thick, and the flesh is white and slightly yellow. How come your water melon has such a thin skin and red flesh?"

"Sir, please." Chen Chu smiled and handed over a piece.

The caravan is out and it is easy to refuse to eat the food given by outsiders, but it is about to arrive at its destination, Tongshan County. Moreover, this middle-aged man is just a counting house to record accounts. Even if he is drugged and overturned, it will not be a big deal.<

/p>

So he looked back at the other caravan members, took it with a smile and took a bite...

"Cough cough cough~"

"What's wrong, sir?"

"So sweet! It's here!"

...Water melon is very sweet, so sweet that it makes me sad.

The water melon mentioned by this accountant who has traveled all over the world is similar to what Chen Chu knows.

It is generally believed that watermelon originated in Botswana, Africa.

It was introduced into China very early, but the early watermelons were not sweet, had small flesh and lots of gluten.

There may not be much difference in appearance between Chen Chu's watermelon and today's watermelon, but inside... the difference is bigger than that between Chen Chu and Caisan.

Early noon.

Chen Chu returned to Caizhai West Cross Courtyard alone.

Liu Changqing led several workers in the main room to print the first issue of Toutiao.

The wax printing method is fast and efficient, but it also has disadvantages such as lack of clarity and easy ink smearing.

Chen Chu took one and looked at it, and the content could only be said to be unsatisfactory.

But there is nothing we can do now. After all, the so-called editorial department is just a grassroots team. Liu Changqing is busy with many trivial matters on Toutiao in the morning. In the afternoon, he works with Zhang and Wang to write libretto. At night, he has to go to Caiwei Pavilion to storytell.

One person wears many hats, and the 996 blessing he has been striving for has finally arrived.

Among the first issues of Toutiao, which is published every ten days, only the series "Journey to the West" and the song "Businessman" are the highlights.

The signature under the divination operator is ‘Yu Nong’.

Chen Chu looked at Yu Nong in a funny way and said, "Isn't the pen name called 'Chu Yu'? Why is it a homophonic joke?"

"Nu Nu doesn't like any name anymore." Yu Nong pouted...

"The thicker it is, the better. Yunong, you want to carry forward this pen name in the future, you know."

"Young master, how can you carry forward your achievements?"

"Remember, your identity is the editor-in-chief of the fourth page of Toutiao. You should be the fashion vane of Daqi and the flag-bearer of women in the new era of Daqi..."

Yunong neither understands what is a fashion trendsetter nor what is a flag-bearer for women in the new era.

I just feel a sense of mission that heaven is about to entrust great responsibilities to this people!

Anyway...it's awesome!

Until the break time after lunch, Yunong, who was in the carriage, had not yet calmed down.

"Girl, where are you going?"

Seeing Yu Nong putting on her soft shoes and getting out of the car, Cui Yuan hurriedly followed.

Yunong ignored everyone and walked straight to the backyard of the old house with his head in his hands.

Cuiyuan was a little scared by the desolate scene of overgrown weeds in the courtyard. She couldn't help but hurried a few steps to catch up with Yunong and asked: "Girl, what are you doing here?"

"I'm talking to the young master."

"Master? Is he here?"

"Well, it's upstairs."

"Oh~~" Cui Yuan said in a long tone, and then looked at the desolate but secluded third courtyard, thinking that she understood.

This is an excellent place for a tryst~

"Girl, you go up, I'll help you guard here."

Cuiyuan stood with her arms akimbo beside the hanging flower door leading to the second and third entrances.

It seemed that if anyone interfered with the good things between the girl and Mr. Chen, she would fight them to the death.

This is a very competent and professional maid.

......

‘Deng Deng Deng~’

When going upstairs, the wooden stairs are extremely noisy.

Chen Chu, who was lying on the straw mat and taking a nap, raised his head and looked over. He saw a bunch of hair and a swaying jade-green silver step at the stairwell that was flush with the floor on the second floor.

Then came those big eyes, or because they couldn't see the person they were looking for at first glance, there was some confusion and doubt in their eyes. Then they turned around and continued to search, and finally saw a smiling person sitting on a straw mat on the floor behind them.

Looking at her Chen Chu.

"Giggle~"

Grinning, Yunong held up the hem of her skirt and jumped like a little rabbit as she took the last few steps.

"How did you find this place?" Chen Chu asked curiously.

He thought that only he and Maoer knew about this geomantic treasure.

"Nunu just saw the young master walking in."

This sentence is not telling the truth. In fact, the first time Chen Chu and Maoer came to the backyard, the thoughtful Yu Nong noticed it.

"Oh, is something wrong with Yunong?"

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"Nunnu, can you dance a song for me?"

"..."

"Would you like to sing a little song for the young master?"

"..."

...... Your little songs are either "I gradually tremble when I hear the sound, and blush slightly with fright", or "I always tremble when I lean against others, and I teach you to show mercy to you". Don't you feel hot after listening to them at noon?
p>

Seeing that Chen Chu didn't look very happy or impatient, Yu Nong couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved, "Otherwise, I can hold the stilts for you."

This time, without waiting for Chen Chu's reply, Yu Nong knelt down and stretched out his slender hands to pinch Chen Chu's legs.

It turns out that rocking massage is a massage...

However, Yunong's technique was obviously unprofessional and lacked any strength, just like scratching an itch.

Chen Chu was still confused.
To be continued...