Jiao Yucheng looked at Qin Yu's resentful face and felt a little embarrassed: "Our Ministry of Agriculture has been tight recently, so it's better to save a little."

Fu Song looked helpless: "Hey, you'll talk about this earlier!

Isn’t it just money? Isn’t it enough to take it out by myself?”

Jiao Yucheng immediately shook his head: "What do you pay for yourself?

We were originally doing business in this trip, so we naturally had to follow the reimbursement process. If we were not distinguished between public and private, wouldn’t we be confused?”

Fu Song laughed: "There is no distinction between public and private, it means the use of public funds for private purposes.

As for private money, this is not a problem at all."

But Jiao Yucheng still insisted: "No matter whether it is used for public funds or private funds, it is not possible.

We must have principles in life. If we use our private funds now, will it be possible to use our private funds in the future?

Don't think I'm exaggerating.

Because when you are used to being inseparable from public and private, when facing the temptation of using public funds for private use, you can't help but think:

At the beginning, I used private funds for public use, and I also contributed to the country.

What's wrong with using the country's money now?"

Fu Song quickly gave a thumbs up: "Brother Jiao really understands people. It would be great if everyone had the awareness of you."

Jiao Yucheng doesn't want to say more about this topic.

He took Fu Song to find an agricultural department here and then borrowed a car from here.

The two of them were driving aimlessly...at least in Fu Song's eyes.

Looking at the big tree moving backwards outside the window, Fu Song was confused and fell asleep at some point.

When he woke up again, he found that there was no desertion around except for a road.

I was even more shocked when I looked at my phone. I actually slept for 6 hours?

He asked Jiao Yucheng: "Where are you now?"

Jiao Yucheng smiled slightly: "Don't be anxious, you'll get to the place right away."

Fu Song turned his head and said, "Why don't you let me go to the meeting?"

"No, you can just sit there with peace of mind. How about it? Have you had enough rest?"

Fu Song didn't know what to say.

Of course, he was not worried about whether he had enough rest, but he admired Jiao Yucheng.

For Fu Song, taking a train for two days and one night or taking a ticket is definitely a torture on earth.

But Jiao Yucheng, who was walking with him, seemed to be fine.

The most unforgettable scene for Fu Song was on the train.

When it was time to rest in the evening, Jiao Yucheng actually drilled under the train hard seat, closed his eyes and fell asleep in less than five minutes.

There is no bedding, let alone pillows.

Moreover, judging from Jiao Yucheng's extremely skillful appearance, it is obviously not the first time he has done this.

Shaking his head, Fu Song looked out the window.

At this time, people began to slowly appear on both sides of the highway.

These people squatted on the side of the road, with a few watermelons in front of them, obviously selling them.

After struggling for so long, Fu Song was already hungry and thirsty.

He poked his head out and asked the person closest to him: "How much does a pound of watermelon cost?"

The man said, "1.5."

Fu Song immediately said to Jiao Yucheng: "Stop the car, I'll buy two watermelons to eat."

But Jiao Yucheng shook his head and said, "I'll get to the place soon, so I'll endure it for a while."

Although Fu Song did not agree with Jiao Yucheng's behavior, he did not refute it.

The two continued to move forward, and slowly more people were selling watermelons on the roadside.

Someone saw Fu Song looking outside and immediately smiled and said, "Brother, the crisp and sweet big watermelon is cheap, 1 yuan per pound."

The other party smiled very brightly, and Fu Song wanted to buy it very much, but unfortunately he had no choice but to stop the vehicle.

Then several people greeted Fu Song, and the prices were between 1 yuan2 and 1 yuan5 respectively.

Unfortunately, the fallen flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless. All the business is ruined before the transaction is completed.

Suddenly, Jiao Yucheng slowed down and then stopped at an intersection.

Fu Song saw at a glance that a little girl of eleven or 2 years old was selling watermelons not far ahead.

Fearing that Jiao Yucheng would run away on the accelerator again, Fu Song quickly opened the car door and rushed down: "How much does a pound of watermelon cost?"

The little girl glanced at Fu Song, a little scared, but she still plucked up the courage and said, "Sanmao!"

Fu Song was stunned: "How much did you say?"

Little girl: "Sanmao, you... If you want more, I can give you a little more cheaper!"

Seeing that she was wrong, Fu Song couldn't help but ask: "I just saw everyone else selling more than one yuan on the roadside, why are you so cheap?

There won't be any problem with this melon, right?"

Hearing his words, the little girl became anxious: "My melon is absolutely fine.

The reason why those people sell so expensively is mainly because your car is a foreign license plate, which deliberately raises the price.

The watermelon we have here costs 30 cents per pound.”

Fu Song asked again: "Then is your watermelon sweet?"

The little girl: "Of course it's sweet. I picked up these watermelons one by one from the ground. They are all ripe. If you don't believe me, please see."

As she said that, she took out a knife from her pocket, and the tip of the knife slipped on the melon.

The watermelon cracked instantly, and the bright red flesh exuded a unique fragrance.

Fu Song felt even hungry in an instant, and he nodded: "I want all these watermelons."

The little girl couldn't believe it: "Is it true? That's great."

Fu Song: "How much does it cost in total... Hey, where is your scale?"

The little girl shook her head: "No weighing."

Fu Song's face was full of wonder: "How to weigh the weight if you don't weigh it?"

Little girl: "These melons are over 10 kilograms.

You can just pay for 10 pounds per, 1 pound of three cents, 10 pounds is three yuan, there are 7 melons here, you can give it 20 yuan!"

Fu Song blinked: "Your family doesn't even have a meter, right?

Selling watermelons like this is a loss.”

He is telling the truth. These watermelons can be as light as twelve or thirteen or seventeen or seventeen or seventeen.

A pound of 30 cents is already cheap enough, but now, it is sold like this, and the average per pound is only 20 cents.

The little girl blushed: "Of course there is a scale in my house, but I still have to go to school after I sold the watermelon, so it is inconvenient to bring a scale."

Fu Song: "Are you sure when you go to school?"

It's afternoon now, so even if you go to school, you should set off in the morning.

The little girl smiled and said, "I went to junior high school, and I need to live in the school.

Today is the weekend, I usually go there at night and go home after Friday holidays.”

Fu Song suddenly realized something, and he looked at the 20 yuan in his hand: "So these are your living expenses for a week?"

The little girl nodded: "My mother has no money, so she asked me to sell watermelon for money."

For some reason, Fu Song's nose was a little sour.

20 yuan is 5 days, which means that the living expenses of a little girl are only 4 yuan a day.

Nowadays, it seems that you can only buy one bowl of porridge for 4 yuan?

After thinking about it, he took out all the change in his pocket, counted it as much as 134, and then stuffed it all into the little girl's hand.

The little girl was obviously a little panicked: "I can't use so much money!"

Fu Song glared at her: "Why can't you use so much money?

Each of your 7 watermelons has an average of 15 kilograms.

Not to mention one more piece, at least 100 kilograms are available.

I am from another place, and others can sell me 1.50 yuan per pound, so why can't you sell it?

Now I will give you 134, and I will take advantage of you!"

The little girl was about to refuse, but suddenly heard a voice saying, "Lele, Mr. Fu will take the money you give you, don't be polite to him.

Besides, didn’t he say that? It’s what you deserve.”

It is Jiao Yucheng.
Chapter completed!