??Chapter 331: 331. Tricks for Choosing lons_1
Chapter 331: 331. Tricks for Choosing lons_1
Everyone was stunned for a mont, then all burst into laughter.
Zhang Yanping called out, “I’m starting the live stream. Anyone who doesn’t want to show their face, please stand to the side.”
With a click of a button, the live stream resud.
On the other side, Seventh Uncle teasingly chastised Qiaoqiao, “What kind of thod is that? Patting a waterlon as if it’ll ripen? You don’t even know how to choose a waterlon, but you act like a pro—co here, I’ll teach you.”
“Wait a minute!”
Qiaoqiao was a very responsible teacher; at that mont, she quickly stopped Seventh Uncle and then leaned into the live stream to take a look:
“Seventh Uncle, hold on a sec. I’ll learn with the kids—have all the kids arrived?”
He leaned into the cara, but his gaze was on Zhang Yanping, who was adjusting the live stream setup.
Zhang Yanping saw the flawless face approaching him on the screen, and even though he saw it every day, he couldn’t help but hold his breath at that mont.
After all, with a face like Qiaoqiao’s, he should really be an anchor in the beauty section.
Indeed, after a brief silence, the barrage of comnts exploded once again—
[Just ca in and got hit by a beauty bomb]
[Babe, aunty’s gonna give you a kiss first today]
[No, no, darling, let your sister cling to those cheeks]
[Kid, your mom’s here!]
Goodness, the relationships in this live stream were in quite a ss; Zhang Yanping couldn’t even bear to watch.
Thankfully, there were still so serious folks.
[I’m here!]
[The host’s streams always start so unexpectedly, luckily I enabled notifications]
[What’s today’s stream about?]
[What a huge field of lons! Are you selling them?]
[The peach flowers are gone, but there are a lot of fruits on the peach trees—are you selling peaches?]
[Are they for pre-sale?]
[Can you put up a link?]
As the number of people increased, the conversations multiplied, and the atmosphere in the live stream was whipped up; in just a few minutes, the number of viewers had soared to three or four thousand.
Zhang Yanping once again marveled at Qiaoqiao’s popularity. At that mont, he stepped back, deciding to let things be.
Qiaoqiao also turned the cara around and now looked at the viewer count on the screen—under Xin Jun’s guidance, he had already learned to understand so of these things, and at that mont, he smiled sweetly, “So many kids have shown up!”
“Alright, Seventh Uncle, go ahead. I’m learning with the kids.”
Then he said, “Kids, today I’ll teach you how to pick a waterlon. Even Teacher Qiaoqiao doesn’t know how, so we’ll learn together.”
Seventh Uncle: …Suddenly being so formal made him feel a bit embarrassed.
But with age cos experience, and after clearing his throat, he gestured for Qiaoqiao to co closer.
Zhang Yanping saw—alright, today he was just a tool again. He simply lifted the tripod, and the cara followed Qiaoqiao’s angle, moving forward.
In the midst of the lush green lon field, a round and plump waterlon in front was especially cute.
There were also a few scattered ones nearby; Seventh Uncle simply moved the waterlon along with the vine over to this side, then picked two lons and placed them together.
“Co on, I’ll teach you how to pick.”
“You said sothing about patting earlier—tell , can you actually hear anything when you pat it?”
Before Qiaoqiao could respond, the barrage of comnts ca first—
[Can’t hear a thing.]
[To be honest, I think patting is just a pre-action to buying a waterlon.]
[Patting: It’s like I know what I’m doing, but actually I haven’t heard anything.]
“Every ti I tap a waterlon, I think it’s ripe, but it turns out not to be the case when I cut it open.”
“Man, waterlons are so expensive now. I don’t dare buy from roadside stalls for fear of picking an unripe one and then feeling too embarrassed to return it. Eagerly waiting for the lesson.”
The two waterlons looked about the sa size and seed to have no difference, but Seventh Uncle pointed at the wavy lines on the waterlon:
“If you can’t tell by the sound, first you need to look at the patterns on the waterlon. Full, uninterrupted, and stretched out, a bit wider—it’s like when there’s more subcutaneous fat on a person, it fills out the skin. It’s the sa principle.”
“That’s a good waterlon.”
“Like this one beside it, the stripes are tight and close together. It hasn’t eaten enough, hasn’t absorbed enough nutrients, hasn’t grown out. It needs to grow more.”
Inside the live streaming room, there was a collective exclamation of “damn.”
However, Seventh Uncle’s lesson wasn’t over yet.
“Next, look at the vine. There’s a saying that ‘the stem falls when the lon is ripe.’ When the lon ripens, its vine starts to shrink, and that’s when the stem can fall off.”
“Once it shrinks, this place gets smaller, right? So, look at where this waterlon connects to the vine, this belly button-like spot—isn’t it very small? This ans it’s ripe.”
“Like this one next to it, it’s still growing, so its vine is still thick and green. If you pick it now, that belly button will be big.”
“Learned sothing new!”
“Man! I could never tell by knocking, but I can figure it out by looking at the patterns.”
“The stem falls when the lon is ripe—can that be used to pick lons?”
“If I’d known this sooner, I wouldn’t have been humiliated by an unripe lon last year.”
“I’m going to the waterlon stand to redeem my past sha in a mont.”
Zhang Yanping also listened with shining eyes and quickly steadied the cara.
“Next, our local lons are rarely hung in nets to grow, so most of them lie on the ground.”
“Resting on the ground, this side will turn yellow—one, because it’s not exposed to the sun, and two, because of the color of the soil. Waterlons like this, exposed to the sun and wind, are just like greenhouse-grown vegetables compared to wild ones. Our field-grown vegetables just have more flavor, and such waterlons are also a bit sweeter.”
“However,” Seventh Uncle glanced at the live stream again, “now there are too many places growing waterlons in every part of the country. So places are more scientific and hang waterlons in nets to save space. Those don’t make contact with the soil. They can still be sweet, but you can’t use this thod with them.”
“Learned it, learned it!”
“I just love lons that lie on the ground.”
“Isn’t that why they say ‘the essence of the sun and the moon, nurtured by the land’?”
“lons hanging up lack soul.”
“How many people hang up sumr lons? That’s usually done off-season to facilitate sunlight exposure and temperature control.”
On this side, the teaching was not yet over.
“The final trick is to tap. The sound of tapping has its own rules too.”
Seventh Uncle stretched out his hand and tapped on the immature lon, producing a series of crisp “thumps.”
“Did you hear clearly? If it’s crisp, it’s not ripe. If it’s overly ripe, it will make a different sound.”
However…
He looked around the field and said, “We don’t have any overripe ones right now, so let’s not tap those. You tap this ripe one yourself to listen to the sound.”
The live stream audience perked up their ears too, ready to seriously learn how to distinguish lons by sound.
As a teacher, Qiaoqiao was looking serious, ready to put what he learned into practice.
His hands were overly pale in the sunlight. Before the live stream could comnt, he gently tapped the waterlon twice.
Before the ripe fruit could respond, a crisp “crack” was heard, and Zhang Yanping aid the cara over to find that the plump waterlon had irregularly split in the middle.
Seventh Uncle exclaid, “This is a good waterlon! Ripe just in ti—co on!”
He quickly picked up the waterlon from the ground and broke it open along the crack.
The dark green skin turned a slight white, thin, to the point of being only a few milliters.
Inside was a rich, red mass of waterlon flesh, glistening with juicy brilliance in the sunlight.
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