Song Xiaofan smiled bitterly. He knew what the other party had bought in this way. He didn't have the nerve to ask again, but said with a smile: "How is your watermelon?"

Chen Yan raised her head, her eyes flashed slightly, and she smiled with a pursed lips.

"Xiaofan, the watermelon field has been much better. I went to bloom at noon today, and all the leaves have bloomed. After a while, the watermelon will ripen."

"Okay." Song Xiaofan nodded.

The rural road was originally a dirt road, and it was rugged. The tricycle was bumped with a bang.

Chen Yan didn't sit firmly, and with a whimper, his body tilted and rushed to Song Xiaofan.

Suddenly, the soft feeling came suddenly, and I was wearing thin clothes in summer, and the feeling was even stronger.

He thought to himself that although Chen Yan's was a little smaller than Lin Chunxing's, it was very informative.

"Chen Yan, are you okay?" Song Xiaofan said with a smile.

Chen Yan blushed, sat up straight, stroked the hair on her forehead, and shook her head, "I, I'm fine, you, how are you?"

"I'm fine, either." Song Xiaofan shook his head. He was eager to come so many times. Looking at the rugged dirt road, he said speechlessly: "This road in our village is still too bad."

"Yes." Chen Yan nodded, "I guess there is no hope for Murakami and his superiors to repair it. Our village is still too poor and the superiors are not optimistic."

"Yes." Song Xiaofan nodded and thought to himself that if I made money, I would repair the roads in the village.

Soon after arriving at the entrance of the village, Chen Yan got out of the car and returned to the village.

When Song Xiaofan arrived at home, his mother had already prepared the meal. After picking up a few bites of the meal, he went directly to the watermelon field.

When she arrived at Guadi, Song Xiaofan was a little depressed.

Although these watermelons use spiritual energy, there are still differences in the ripening time. There are still many watermelons in these three acres of land that are not ripe.

Fruit shops need more and more watermelons in the future, and he is worried that there will be a shortage of supply.

"We have to think of a way to ripen." Song Xiaofan murmured.

He sat in the melon shed, closed his eyes and searched for the solution in his mind. After thinking for a while, he still didn't think of a good solution. He was about to give up, but suddenly something suddenly appeared in his mind out of thin air.

Song Xiaofan's face changed, "Maturing the Talisman?"

He looked at it with his mind and was immediately excited. This was a kind of talisman that could ripen farm crops, and now these watermelons can ripen.

Awesome!

Song Xiaofan smacked his lips and shook his head speechlessly. You must know that there are such talismans, which have been used long ago.

Making this kind of talisman is different from other talismans. This kind of talisman requires cinnabar, jute paper and brush, which happens to have these things at home.

He ran home, took out his things and locked himself in the room, and Song Xiaofan began to draw.

What made him speechless was that there were simple, medium and high difficulty. This ripening talisman was just a simple talisman. The runes looked simple, but they were not vague at all when drawn.

Each stroke requires injecting spiritual energy.

If it were before, he would probably not be able to do half of the plan. Fortunately, he just used medicinal wine these two days, and his cultivation has increased a little.

I can barely draw this talisman.

Two hours passed, and Song Xiaofan, who was sweating profusely, almost threw away the pen. He was about to draw it, but the brush was tilted and the talisman was invalid.

After a while of rest, he could only get up and draw. After all, there was such a good thing, he couldn't just want it because of failure.

This time I'm a little familiar with it.

An hour and a half, Song Xiaofan drew the talisman, threw down the brush, looked at his wet clothes, and smiled bitterly.

This is so tiring than doing that with a woman.

After running to the yard and washing his face, Song Xiaofan ran to the melon field with a ripening talisman in his arms, dug a hole, chanted a spell silently in his mouth, and carefully buried the talisman.

Then he turned back home in one step.

Passing by Chen Yan'er's doorstep, Song Xiaofan stopped.

He thought that he would need more watermelon tomorrow, and the tricycle would definitely not work. It just so happened that Chen Yaner had a tractor at home.

Although he can't drive, he can drive a tractor.

After entering the yard, Song Xiaofan shouted, "Uncle?"

No one turned out to be.

Song Xiaofan let out a cry and saw the lights on in the room. He stepped forward and opened the curtain. He was about to call someone, but before he could shout out, Song Xiaofan was stunned.

I saw Chen Yan'er holding his aunt's pound in her hand.

"Who?" Chen Yan'er turned her head and her cheeks turned red, "Xiao Fan."

Immediately, she hurriedly hid her aunt's pound behind her back.

Song Xiaofan pretended not to see it and smiled and said, "Chen Yan'er, I'll borrow a tractor from my uncle and I'll use it tomorrow morning."

Chen Yan said with a oh, blushing face, "Xiaofan, why don't you wait a moment, I, I'll go, that's it."

"Okay," Song Xiaofan nodded and smiled, "Don't worry, you can wait a moment."

Chen Yan nodded, then hurried out to the backyard with his stuff.

Song Xiaofan shook his head and smiled bitterly. This girl was still quite shy.

After waiting for a while, Chen Yaner walked in, her face still blushed, "Xiaofan, I'm sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time. I'll get you the key now."

"Okay." Song Xiaofan nodded.

After taking the key and chatting with Chen Yan'er for a few words, he realized that Chen Yan's parents were going to chat in the village.

The next morning, Song Xiaofan was still in bed, and Su Lan called, "Xiaofan, have you been to the county?"

Song Xiaofan was speechless. It was only six o'clock. He shook his head and said, "I haven't gotten up yet, don't worry."

Su Lan was anxious, "What's the matter? Get up quickly and pick watermelons in the field. Do you know that our fruit shop is now lined up with the oldest line?"

As she said that, she sent Song Xiaofan a prestigious photo.

Good guy!

Song Xiaofan was speechless, and saw that there was a long queue of ten meters in the picture early in the morning, almost occupying other people's streets.

"Xiaofan, get up quickly and pull the watermelon up, otherwise I will be afraid of arousing public anger." Su Lan said with a wry smile.

Song Xiaofan nodded and said yes, and then got up. He just wanted to know what was going on with the ripening talisman. When he came to the field, Song Xiaofan was stunned.

I saw that there were many immature watermelons last night, but now they are completely ripe.

But his cultivation is low now, and the ripening talisman can only ripen watermelons about two parts, but this doesn't matter to Song Xiaofan, as these are almost enough.

He hurriedly ran home, preparing to call his mother to pick watermelons. As soon as he ran to the village, he saw Chen Yan'er running in a tights.

"Xiaofan, why are you doing so anxious?" Chen Yan'er stopped and smiled.

She is originally slim and looks even more graceful in a tight suit.

It should be big and very informative.

Song Xiaofan glanced at the other party a few more times, thinking that he had been in the city for a long time, and he had a good habit and exercised in the morning.

He smiled and said, "Chen Yan'er, I'll go home and call my mother to pick watermelons in the field."
Chapter completed!