Some regret, some envy, and some speak sour words, and they are always jealous.

Old Man Sun has smoked more dry tobacco these days and is silent. Especially when someone is talking about Sun Dahai’s watermelon field, he is even more silent.

He was a little confused. Why did the useless piece of land now become a hot commodity? Is Sunjia Village really suitable for growing watermelons?

Old Lady Sun usually likes to follow the old ladies in the village under the big locust tree in the village, and the family is short of family members. Because her family has 30 acres of land, and her son and children have decent chores in the county town, she has face in the village and often brags here.

Just as Mrs. Sun said that she boasted that the food in the field was good and that her son was doing decent work outside and was about to get engaged to the rich lady in the county town.

Old Mrs. Liu in the village smiled and said, "Oh, Dajiang Niang, thanks to your sea, I planted half an acre of watermelon seedlings in our family. Oops, the watermelon is growing very well, and this year it may be sold at a good price. My daughter's dowry and grandson's betrothal gift are considered to be settled."

"My house has only three-point land, and it looks good." Another old lady said that her family had already calculated secretly that she could make a lot of money.

"You have sand at home, so you can plant more. My family doesn't have one, so you can only plant in the backyard. It grows very well. I counted and there are seventy or eighty watermelons of all sizes. Alas, if you weren't worried that the watermelons would not grow, you could still bear more after pinching some small melons!" Another old lady said enviously that there is less watermelon this year because there is less land. The old man and son at home have gone to open sandlands. They will be able to plant them for a year.

There are not many people in the village who have this idea. Some people are not smart, but they are not stupid. When they see the clan leader clearing wasteland everywhere, looking for sand where grass can grow, and then contacting the sand that grows watermelons, they understand what's going on. Now the men in the village don't go out to do short-term work, and they just open wasteland at home.

When Old Lady Sun heard this, she looked ugly and wanted to hear other people's compliments, but she didn't want to hear that she was envied because of Sun Dahai. After all, Sun Dahai has been sent out and is no longer a member of their family.

"There is no better food to grow watermelons. If it is a famine, this watermelon can still be eaten as a food!" Old Mrs. Sun retorted, with an unnatural expression on her face. Before, Sun Dahai also asked her to recognize her comrades and go there to get the watermelon seedlings. But at that time she didn't think that watermelons could be planted better. Not only did she not want it, she also sarcastic, so she didn't even have a watermelon seedling in her house.

Now when the watermelon is discussed in the village, Old Mrs. Sun feels very uncomfortable. As the watermelon is approaching the ripening days, people in the village are talking more. She doesn't admit it, but she still jealous of those round big watermelons.

"But now is not a famine. You can buy half a kilogram of rice for this pound of watermelon. You can buy several acres of grain for this acre of watermelon. It's a good deal!" These old ladies are all good at thrifty family management, and they can quickly figure out which method is the most cost-effective.

Old Mrs. Sun was so blocked that she couldn't speak. She held the sewing basket and went back angrily.
Chapter completed!