Luo Hui brought the watermelon over from the field. The old man looked at the exposed flesh, nodded and said with a smile, "The flesh of this melon is red with white streaks. It's quite ripe. If it's a little longer, it'll be old."

, if it’s one point less, it will give birth. Young man, do you have a knife in the car? Quickly cut it open and have a taste.”

Luo Hui had made up his mind to come to Gaojiacun this time. He had brought everything in the car, including a fruit knife. Luo Hui turned it out, wiped it clean with a paper towel, and found a tablecloth to spread on it.

Then he cut the watermelon in half along the crack on the grass by the roadside, cut out a piece first, handed it to the old man and said, "Old man, you can try it first."

"Haha, let me try it first." The old man was not a polite person, not to mention that this melon came from his own field, so he took it and ate it.

Luo Hui cut the half of the watermelon into pieces and took a piece for himself to eat.

After taking a bite, Luo Hui couldn't help but nod in admiration. Not to mention that the taste of this watermelon was really on point. It was rustling and sweet in his mouth. When he ate the pink melon flesh two or three centimeters away from the skin, he even tasted...

Has a slight salty taste.

This is the real taste of watermelon. The ones sold on the market now are simply incomparable to this. Luo Hui devoured a large piece of watermelon and enjoyed it. He ate four-fifths of half of the melon, but he was still unsatisfied.

, the old man looked at his greedy look and said with a smile, "Cut the remaining half and eat it too."

Luo Hui had exactly this intention.

Shabu shabu shabu cut the melon open with several knives, and gnawed it all over. Soon after half of the melon was finished, Luo Hui touched his belly and burped, and praised repeatedly, "Old man, you are really good at growing watermelons.

The taste is so beautiful... I would like to ask you, what is your secret to growing watermelons?"

Luo Hui was not only curious, he also thought that next spring, whether he was in the country or in the city, he would find a way to plant a small piece of land. The taste of this watermelon was really on point.

"The secret?" The old man held up the brim of his straw hat and pointed to his left chest, "Whether you are growing watermelon, cantaloupe, or even any kind of melon, there are only two secrets to grow well. The first one is

Use your heart, and the second thing is to use your conscience."

Luo Hui did not expect that the old man would have such awareness and understanding. This was better than those great inventors who invented gutter oil, lean essence, dyed steamed buns, formaldehyde cabbage, pesticide ginger, pesticide red Fuji, etc.

How many times more.

The short and thin image of the old man suddenly became taller in Luo Hui's heart. Some people say that farmers are the most respectable people, and this statement is indeed not without purpose.

"By the way, old man, I haven't asked you your surname yet?" Luo Hui asked.

"I don't dare take my given name as my surname. The little old man is from Gaojia Village. His surname is Gao and his given name is just the same song?" the old man said honestly.

"Are you from Gaojia Village, your name is Gao Ge?" Luo Hui was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help but smile at his gaffe, "I'm sorry, Uncle Gao."

"It's okay, the little old man's name is very funny, isn't it." Luo Hui called him by his first name, which made the old man Gao Ge laugh. It seemed that he was called by his first name in shock. This was not the first time. The old man laughed at himself.

He said, "Actually, little old man, my name is nothing. Our Gaojia Village has too many high names such as Gaozong, Gaozu, Gao Ren, noble, etc."

"Haha." Hearing that these were not ordinary awesome names, Luo Hui laughed again, "There is also an uncle, his name is Gao Shou, right?"

"Yes, that's my younger brother." Gao Ge stroked a few sparse beards under his chin and looked at Luo Hui doubtfully, "Young man, do you know Xiao Shou?"

Xiaoshou? Little hands? A master becomes a small hand? Luo Hui almost burst out laughing when Gao Ge called his younger brother. He suppressed his smile, nodded and said, "I came to Gaojiacun to stay at Uncle Gao's house.

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"Are you, are you Luo Hui?" Gao Ge seemed to remember something, and suddenly the old man became a little excited.

"Well, my name is Luo Hui. Next to the three o'clock water, add the character Luo, which means the glory of the glorious years." Luo Hui's mind was quite sharp, and the old man suddenly became excited. He definitely couldn't be having convulsions, he must be high.

Uncle Shu told him about the urban management incident that evening and told him that he was coming to Gaojiacun.

"Xiaohui, you are here. I called Xiaoshou a few days ago to say you were coming. Little old man, I have been looking forward to the stars and the moon, day and night, but finally you are here." Gao Ge revealed his true feelings.

There were turbid tears in his eyes. The old man stepped forward and grabbed Luo Hui's hand. His excited expression was as if he was grabbing the hand of some great Bodhisattva who was rescuing those who were suffering. "Little hand was in the city that day."

I was bitten by a jackal. Thanks to Xiaohui for taking action, otherwise my little hand wouldn't know what to do now... You are the benefactor of our Gao family..."

"Uncle Gao, I just did something that I should do, and for me, it's just a piece of cake. How can I be a benefactor?" Luo Hui was suddenly lifted to the level of a benefactor. Luo Hui was ashamed and shook his head repeatedly.

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"I've seen all the news about urban management beating people to death during this period. If Xiaohui hadn't stopped you in time this time, I don't know how this matter would have ended...Xiaohui, you helped us, Gao

The big boss of the family is the benefactor of our old Gao family." Gao Ge held Luo Hui's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away, "Let's go home and ask my mother-in-law to make some good dishes. I want to represent her.

We, Lao Gao, would like to express our deep gratitude to you as our benefactor."

Luo Hui deftly freed his hand from Old Man Gao's tight grasp and said with a serious face, "Old Man Gao, please stop calling me a benefactor or a benefactor. If you call me like that again, I will turn around and go back now."

Luo Hui was really not used to being held up like this, and he really didn't do anything.

"Okay, okay, I won't call you my benefactor. I won't call you my benefactor. Xiaohui, don't leave." Seeing that he was frightened, Gao Ge scratched his head in embarrassment. The old man went down to the melon field and picked a few.

The big watermelon said to Luo Hui, "Let's go home and simmer this watermelon with the water of Jianma Lake. It will taste cool and sweet, and it will taste better than freezing it in the refrigerator."

"Then let's go." Luo Hui took the watermelon from Gao Ge, put it in the car, drove Changfeng Cheetah, and drove Gao Ge along the tractor road to Gaojiacun.

The Changfeng Cheetah passed through the upland vegetable fields planted with various vegetables, melons and vines. Another large expanse of green caught Luo Hui's eyes, but this time it was a hill of paddy fields.

In the ridges of the fields, the double harvesting had just been completed and late rice had been planted. The seedlings were still very shallow. Many waterbirds were strolling in the field, pecking into the water from time to time and picking up a bug or a small loach or something like that.

On the ridge of the fields, village children were fishing for eels or frogs with small homemade fishing poles. From time to time, whoever caught one or another would be cheered by the crowd. This sound alarmed the waterfowl walking in the fields.
Chapter completed!