Qiao Mai did not do much embroidery on this day.The weather is too hot. A piece of ice-cold watermelon can caress people's dry hearts.
Although there were many poor people, there were also many rich people in the town. When they heard someone was selling watermelons, they all ran over.
They knew Qiao Mai. When they saw her selling melons, they all talked to her familiarly.
"Madam Qiao, do you not work in the embroidery shop anymore?"
"I do. Our shopkeeper got us a batch of melons. If we can't eat them, we'll sell some to everyone when the weather is hot."
"How much is a catty?"
"The watermelon is not sold whole. It's fifty coins for one piece."
"What? You sell it like this?"
"Yeah. Watermelon is too scarce! It's not easy to get some, so the shopkeeper instructed us not to sell it whole."
"Your shopkeeper's business is really good."
" I'm sorry, I'll get more later. You guys can come back and buy the whole thing."
"Alright, give me a piece. It's the first melon of the year. I have to try it no matter what."
"I want one too!"
Qiao Mai didn't do anything for the whole day except selling watermelons.
In the late evening, she had already sold ten watermelons. Seeing as it was getting late, she called the two girls from the embroidery workshop to move the tables and chairs back.
She took a melon from the basket and cut it open in the shop.
"Come, we made a lot of money today. Let's celebrate the booming business of my stall!"
Shopkeeper Lu burst out laughing. "I see that your business is great. You haven't done any embroidery work today, right?"
"It's mainly because the weather is hot. Everyone wants something new."
"If you're busy in the future, I'll get Xiuhong to help you sell melons."
"No need. I want to do some business by myself. It's not boring like this. If you get someone to help me, how can I be interested in something new?"
"Alright, you're always in the right."
There were five people in the shop, including Qiao Mai. Everyone had a portion. After eating a watermelon, she wiped her mouth.
"I'll go home. See you tomorrow!"
Qiao Mai returned home early and went into her space after locking the courtyard door. She wanted to study that piece of land properly.
Why was one piece of land divided into two? What was the reason?
She carried the awake Ling'er to the edge of the ground. While playing with the child, she sized up the floor with her single-eyelid eyes.
She thought, 'When the watermelons in the two fields are ripe, I'll pick a watermelon and see if another will appear.'
If she planted another seed in the other watermelon field, would another identical field appear?
Her hands were itchy. She sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at the immature watermelon seedlings. The urge to pull out the seedlings was finally suppressed by reason.
It had only been a day, but yellow flowers were already blooming on the melon seedlings.
She couldn't understand. The time in the space was the same as the outside world. What kind of watermelon would shorten the cycle so much?
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