The town isn’t big, with only a few places to sell things.
After Chen Yang brought Yang Ruoxi and Dai Annie to town, they imdiately found the old man from Shangshan Village selling lons.
Chen Yang knew this old man, but didn’t know his na.
That’s how it is in the countryside, everyone recognizes each other, but the younger generation doesn’t always know the older generation’s nas.
"Business is good, quite a few people are buying, huh."
Chen Yang drove closer and saw the situation at the old man’s stall.
Yang Ruoxi and Dai Annie heard what Chen Yang said and also looked forward, finding that business was indeed good.
Almost everyone passing by would take a look at the old man’s stall, but not everyone would buy.
"Yes, business is good. Luckily we ca now, otherwise by evening, we’d only have the leftovers to choose from," said Yang Ruoxi.
"Yes, you’re always thinking ahead."
Chen Yang complinted cheerfully, then parked the car, opened the door, and got out.
Seeing this, Yang Ruoxi and Dai Annie also opened their car doors and followed.
"Waterlons for sale! Hogrown sweet waterlons, taste is great."
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As soon as they got out of the car, the two heard the old man promoting loudly, while also negotiating with the uncles and aunties buying lons.
Chen Yang brought Yang Ruoxi over and asked, "Grandpa, how much are your lons?"
"Two fifty a pound."
The old man replied without even raising his head.
Two fifty a pound, really not expensive.
"Alright, can we pick any we want?" Chen Yang asked again.
"Yes, pick whatever you like. Hey! Yang Zi! What brings you here?" The old man only now realized it was Chen Yang asking the price, and his face broke into a big smile.
Chen Yang couldn’t recall the old man’s na, but the old man was very familiar with Chen Yang.
"Haha, heard your lons are good, ca specifically to buy so. Went to your house and found you weren’t there, so I chased you down here." Chen Yang replied with a smile.
Hearing that Chen Yang ca specifically to buy, the old man’s face bead with joy.
"Oh! You kid, if you wanted so, just say so. There’s plenty of lons at my place, wouldn’t be a problem to send so to you. Pick what you want, as much as you want, I’ll gift them to you." The old man was very kind, even offering the lons for free now that he knew Chen Yang was there.
While talking, he nudged a couple of large, nicely shaped lons in front of Chen Yang.
"Here Yang Zi, these two look good, take them ho to eat. If you need more, just say the word, I’ve plenty back ho."
The old man was very generous, but Chen Yang couldn’t really take advantage.
"Grandpa, I appreciate your kindness, but growing these lons wasn’t easy. I should still pay you." Chen Yang said, patting the lons.
"Oh, Yang Zi, you’re making it too formal. How could I take your money? Just pick whatever you like, really, no charge."
The old man insisted on not taking Chen Yang’s money.
Seeing how kind the old man was, Chen Yang didn’t say much more.
He quietly squatted down and started picking lons alongside Yang Ruoxi and Annie.
After so selection, they picked about five or six lons.
"All set? Let pack them for you." The old man saw that Chen Yang was done picking, imdiately smiled, took out bags, and packed them up.
Once packed, the old man handed them to Chen Yang, really intending not to charge.
But there was no way Chen Yang wouldn’t pay.
He didn’t bother weighing them, took the lons the old man handed over, pulled out his phone, scanned the QR code on the ground, and transferred three hundred yuan.
This money was enough to buy these lons.
"Ah, Yang Zi, what are you doing? How can I take your money? Please take it back, I can’t accept it." The old man beca anxious when he saw the transfer.
He honestly didn’t want Chen Yang’s money.
"Grandpa, just take it. I appreciate your sentint, but I can’t take advantage of you, right?" Chen Yang said.
"Yes, Grandpa, it’s not easy growing these lons, we can’t take them for free."
Yang Ruoxi also sensibly chid in.
The old man couldn’t argue with Chen Yang, and finally, had no choice but to accept the money.
However, he then picked out a large waterlon and insisted on giving it to Chen Yang.
"Yang Zi, I accepted the money, but you must take this lon as a gift, otherwise I’ll feel bad," the old man said, pushing the wrapped lon into Chen Yang’s hands.
Chen Yang really didn’t want it, but the old man’s insistence left him no choice but to accept.
"Alright then, Grandpa, I’ll take it."
"Ah, that’s better. Take it ho to eat, and if you like it, co back for more."
Seeing Chen Yang accept the lon, the old man’s face was full of satisfaction and smiles.
After that, Chen Yang didn’t bother with courtesies, said a few simple words, and carried the lons with Yang Ruoxi and Annie back to the car.
The car was parked not far from the old man’s stall.
Chen Yang first opened the trunk and put all the lons inside.
Then he was about to get in and leave.
However, just as he was about to get in, Chen Yang suddenly noticed a few slouching young guys walking towards the old man’s stall with a swagger.
Either from dealing with these types too much or from understanding their nature, seeing them from a distance, Chen Yang sensed these weren’t good people.
They were likely going to cause so trouble.
So Chen Yang didn’t rush to leave, standing by the car, observing those thugs’ movents.
As expected, they indeed targeted the old man’s waterlon stall.
A few of them walked over, picked up a waterlon, and began weighing it without a word.
The old man hadn’t realized the situation yet, seeing a few young n weighing the lons, he thought it was business.
"Haha, young man, take a look, my waterlons are all good. They’re cheap too, only two fifty a pound, fifty cents cheaper than others around here." The old man introduced cheerfully.
The red-haired thug leading them glared strangely at the old man and said, "Old man, fifty cents cheaper, and you call that a deal? At least cut the price by half."
"Yeah, just fifty cents, what kind of cheap is that? At least half off, to start."
The two punks behind the redhead echoed with amusent.
Upon hearing this, the old man began to realize sothing wasn’t right.
These young guys weren’t here to buy lons at all; they were clearly here to cause trouble and make fun of him.
"Young man, growing these lons isn’t easy, you know. How can I reduce the price that much? It’s already a very fair price. If you want to buy, I’ll pack them for you. If not, you can check out other places," the old man said.
"Buy? Of course, but how do I know if your lon is sweet? What if I take ho a bad or unsweet lon, wouldn’t I lose out big?" the redhead said.
"Rest assured, these lons are definitely sweet. If not, you don’t have to pay."
Hearing their concern, the old man imdiately guaranteed.
Unexpectedly, hearing this guarantee, the thugs took it even further.
"Alright, you said it, everyone’s heard it, right? Not sweet, no charge."
The redhead announced to the crowd, and then without another word, pulled a switchblade from his waist, and sliced open the waterlon he was holding.
He shared it with the other two thugs standing beside him, and they started eating.
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