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Travel-themed gossip shows definitely involve going to the real places to see the gossip. They got to know the biggest and sweetest gossip in Hua Country yesterday, and it's no exaggeration.
The group of women, wearing their sun hats and carrying small baskets, walked into the melon field.
The villagers arrived in the fields early, and seeing the vast fields of melons, they were genuinely happy.
This huge field of melons represents their entire year's income, and now that it's finally harvest time, how could they not be happy?
When Song Shiwei and her group arrived at the melon field, they saw the villagers working hard in the field, their backs bent.
Song Shiwei's gossip radar immediately kicked in again: [Wow, this really is a melon patch, so many melons!]
That uncle often secretly steals a couple of rotten melons from the neighbor's melon patch.
[This woman thought the melons from next door were delicious, so she spent every day eavesdropping at the house to hear the secret recipe. One day, she fell and landed on her bottom, almost killing herself.]
[Hahaha, this guy was just being funny. He wanted some melon seeds in the middle of the night, so he sneaked off to the fields all by himself. He didn't expect to run into that badger eating melon seeds, and he was almost scared to death. He was bedridden for days afterward to recover.]
[This big-breasted woman actually let her own chicks peck at someone else's melon; she's got a rather wicked plan.]
Song Shiwei was silently observing, while the villagers working in the fields were also taken aback when they heard Song Shiwei's voice.
What the heck? Whose voice is that?! How does she know about their affair?!
They glanced at the others with a somewhat flustered expression, only to find that the others looked at them with the same puzzled expressions.
Just as they were about to say who was slandering them, the voice rang out again, "[Oh my god, is everyone in this town selling melons so cheaply?]"
Melon farmer:???
What does "selling melons cheaply" mean? Hasn't it always been this price, wholesale for 80 cents a pound?
The shop owner even said that he definitely wouldn't have given them such a high price if it weren't for the fact that their melons were big and sweet.
[Three jin for one yuan? Who the hell came up with this terrible idea? If they sold these in the city, they'd make a killing! These melons sell for 3.99 yuan a jin in the city, and the really sweet ones with a bag of sugar can even sell for 5.99 yuan a jin! Who was the brilliant boss who found this company? Didn't these melon farmers have any doubts at all?]
What?! This garbage collector is trying to rip off the villagers again today?! 80 cents a pound is already very cheap, and he still wants to lower the price! This is absolutely malicious!!!
The villagers found it absurd to hear the voices constantly echoing in their minds. The melon buyer was introduced by the village secretary, and he was the only melon buyer in the entire Qingyuan Town at the same price. How could this rumor, which they had heard from who-knows-where, have become such a completely different story?
Just as they were about to retort, they saw the village secretary swagger over with the pot-bellied melon buyer.
No wonder these villagers didn't doubt the boss at all; it turns out he was introduced by the village secretary!
[This village party secretary is really something else. Who knows how much money he's made over the years? No wonder he can buy Xiao Yang in the city and drive Xiao Yang. That's all money he's plundered from the villagers!] Song Shiwei felt a surge of anger as she watched the two people getting closer.
The villagers, who were already confused, became even more anxious. What was this person saying? Did he know that the village secretary had twisted his ankle trying to find a buyer who would offer a high price for their melons?
They didn't believe the village secretary would lie to them; he was the village secretary they had personally elected.
Unlike the previous village party secretary, who asked them to haggle with the melon buyers, which actually scared all the melon buyers away.
That year, they almost couldn't sell their melons, and they were extremely anxious. Just then, the village secretary, leaning on a cane, limped over with the boss.
He said he had gone to great lengths to keep the only boss on the business, but the price of the melons couldn't be set according to their wishes.
This boss will only pay 80 cents per pound at most, but he pays in cash, so they can get the money as soon as the goods are sold.
In comparison, the previous village party secretary was simply a cancer; he deliberately wanted to prevent the villagers from selling their melons.
The voice in my head is talking complete nonsense.
"Secretary Lin, here to collect melons again?" The eldest brother, who was half-dead from the badger, spoke first.
Secretary Lin smiled warmly, chatting amiably with the villagers, "That's right, this boss finally came today! I practically dragged him over."
As soon as Secretary Lin finished speaking, the man standing next to Secretary Lin said helplessly, "Your village secretary is really something else. You know, I've almost harvested enough watermelons, but he insisted on dragging me here. Secretary Lin, let me tell you, this year's watermelon production is too high; I simply can't sell them all."
Upon hearing this, the villagers immediately became anxious. The old lady, who liked to herd her chickens into other people's melon fields, was especially agitated. "Secretary Lin, what does he mean by that? Does it mean he can't accept our melons anymore?"
The villagers started whispering among themselves, and the scene immediately became noisy.
Secretary Lin quickly stepped forward and gestured for everyone to be quiet. "Grandma, don't be anxious, everyone please be calm. Let's hear what the boss has to say."
The portly boss snorted and actually began to convincingly exaggerate, "Today's melon production is too high, I simply can't handle it all. How about this, for the sake of your Secretary Lin, I'll take all your melons."
[This village secretary is quite adept at creating trouble. Since the villagers appreciate his efforts, and at the same time, he's making them think the melons won't sell, they're rushing to sell at low prices. Isn't this blatant scarcity marketing? With this setup, he'll probably start bringing up price reductions next.]