"You're still so stubborn. Your fourth aunt was still nagging you this morning, and you haven't come to dinner these days."

The fourth uncle pushed the cart very steadily, and Fang Chen followed behind. Looking at the hunched figure of the fourth uncle, he couldn't help but feel sad.

"I've been cleaning up the backyard these days. The cucumbers and persimmons I planted are all ripe. I'm not that bad and can cook by myself."

In this world, apart from the despised second uncle in the city, Fang Chen's fourth uncle and fourth aunt are the only closest relatives left in the family.

Normally, Rifangchen would be taken home by his fourth aunt for dinner, as they all knew that he was ill and could not do heavy work.

It could happen at any time, and sometimes the fourth aunt would bring back some medicine to Fang Chen when she went to the city. He would keep this kindness in his heart and never forget it.

Not long after, the fourth uncle put the cart on Fang Chen's stall and lifted the bamboo basket down: "Chenzi, are these two baskets of apples ripe?"

The fourth uncle was very curious when he saw the red apples. It was not the ripe season, so why did the apples fall from the tree?

Fang Chen set up a small horse, a steel scale, and a pack of convenience bags, picked up an apple and handed it to his fourth uncle.

"Fourth Uncle, do you think it's ripe?" After taking a bite of the apple, Fourth Uncle said, "It's so sweet and ripe."

"Uncle Fourth, do I think you are lying to you?"

Fang Chen smiled stupidly, and his fourth uncle asked why the apples were ripe so early. Fang Chen casually made up a kind lie to cover it up.

Fourth uncle said he would pick up Fang Chen in the evening, and he smiled knowingly.

"Fourth Uncle, don't you believe in my strength?" Fang Chen knew that Fourth Uncle was doing this for his own good, because he was afraid that the apples would not be sold out, so he pushed back because he was afraid that his body would not be able to bear it.

After seeing off his fourth uncle, Fang Chen sat on the pony and looked at the passing cars and sighed, wondering when he could own a car.

Fang Chen is not the only one setting up stalls on the roadside, there is also a stall a few meters away.

Some sell game, some sell wild vegetables, and some sell freshwater fish. Basically, they are all local products from the countryside.

The stall next to Fang Chen belongs to Fang Xing, who is from the same village. As an older bachelor, Fang Xing spends three days fishing and two days drying nets.

"Hey, what's happened? The red Fujis have been picked off and sold."

Fang Xing arrived at some unknown time, looked at Fang Chen sideways, muttered disdainfully and set up his stall.

His stall was very simple, with the same things as Fang Chen's, all apples.

The difference is that Gala apples are popular. These apples ripen early and don't look yellow.

However, it tastes sweet and sour. If you keep it for a while, it will taste soft and soft, and the flesh will look like a layer of sweet gauze. However, Zhang Chen placed red Fuji apples, which ripened relatively late. The reason why Fang Xing said this is because of him.

principle.

Fang Chen knew this was directed at him, so he didn't say anything to contradict him, and gave Fang Xing an innocent smile in return.

"Chen Zi, I think you should close the stall, don't ruin your own business." Fang Xing sarcastically said to Fang Chen next to him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Let's see." Fang Chen responded with a smile.

This road is National Highway 208. There are many passing vehicles from all over the world.

Setting up a stall outside the village sometimes yields good results. After all, people who drive good cars prefer this kind of rural local product, which tastes much better than the ones sold in supermarkets.

No, a CC parked in front of Fang Xing's stall, and Fang Xing knew it was business.

He stood up and prepared to win over customers. Before he could say anything, the girl who got out of the car said directly: "Are apples sweet? How do you sell them?"

The girl is wearing a sportswear, her long hair is draped over her shoulders, and her fair face makes her two charming dimples look very cute.

Fang Xing's eyes lit up when he saw the girl, and he was stunned.

"Hey, uncle, how do you sell apples?"

When the girl saw Fang Xing staring straight at her, she shouted angrily.

"Ah? It costs 10 yuan per catty. If it's not sweet, it's free."

Fang Xing came to his senses and quickly picked up an apple and handed it to the girl: "Try it, I guarantee it will conquer your heart."

The girl wiped the apple, raised her sexy mouth, and took a sip. For a moment, the girl frowned: "So sour?"

Fang Xing secretly yelled, "Gala is sour and sweet at this time, more sour and less sweet." Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, he quickly added: "Girl, Gala is sour and sweet, and it tastes just right.

It’s also appetizing.”

"Uncle, you can brag a lot. I have a good appetite. I don't need to appetize. I'll give it back to you."

The girl handed the bitten apple to Fang Xing, got in the car and stepped on the accelerator. The exhaust gas from the exhaust pipe just made Fang Chen choke and cough.

Maybe the girl heard the coughing through the open car window, stopped the car, came to Fang Chen's stall and smiled sheepishly.

"Well, I'm sorry, I choked you."

Fang Chen waved his hand: "What a beautiful girl, can't you drive more carefully?"

He knew that the girl drove a CC, which is how high-end cars are driven, and it would be hard to drive well.

The girl's beautiful eyes sparkled, and she looked at Fang Chen in surprise: "Hey, you seem to be older than me, and the lesson is clear and logical."

"Haha, starting slower is also a way of caring for the car." Fang Chen pulled the red cloth on the bamboo basket.

"What are you selling?" The girl was curious as to why the bamboo basket was covered with cloth.

"Apple." Fang Chen responded simply.

"Why are you still covering the apple? It couldn't have been stolen, right?" The girl pointed at Fang Chen in surprise and yelled.

Fang Chen shook his head and felt helpless. Girls nowadays have too much imagination: "If you steal the apple, you have already kept it for yourself."

If the girl is thoughtful, she will also think: "Then why are you covering it?"

"Afraid of spreading dust."

"Let me take a look." The girl took the opportunity to pull open the red cloth, and what she saw was a bright red. The girl was fascinated by it: "It's so beautiful."

"Well, it's so sweet and delicious." After the girl ate an apple, she was conquered by the apple and asked, "How much does it cost?"

Fang Chen smiled bitterly, the girl's character was too lively: "20 a pound."

"I want them all." The girl replied simply.

"Two baskets weigh 100 kilograms, why do you need so much?" Fang Chen looked at the girl doubtfully: "You are not a fruit seller, are you?"

The girl quickly finished an apple and wiped her sexy mouth: "Are there such young and beautiful female traders?"

Before Fang Chen could respond, he added another sentence: "Can't I eat it myself? Do you care about it?"

"Okay, can your car fit it?" Fang Chen stood up and pointed at the white CC and smiled bitterly.

"Take away 2100 baskets."

"Only sell apples, not baskets."

The girl insisted, but Fang Chen refused to let go. She still couldn't resist Fang Chen, so she compromised and paid Fang Chen to put the apples in a bag and put them in the car.

One bag weighs ten kilograms, and one hundred kilograms holds ten bags. Except for the main driver, the rest of the seats in the CC are filled with apples.

"When I go back and let my parents try it, they will definitely be full of praise."

The girl waved her hand, honked the horn and drove away. She started steadily. It seemed that she had listened to Fang Chen's instructions.

I was secretly happy. I didn't expect to sell 100 kilograms of apples so quickly. A relatively satisfactory harvest of 2,000 yuan was enough for Fang Chen.

The price he set for the apples at 20 seemed a bit expensive, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that this is a new variety, and the price lies in its value.

Cleaning up the stall and getting ready to go home.

Fang Xing beside him snorted: "You're lucky if you step on shit."

When Fang Chen heard that this was a mockery of himself, he did not say anything and said, "Uncle, don't worry, they will be sold out." He pushed the cart towards the village.

"Just a sick man."
Chapter completed!