"What can I do to Binghua, a living person?" Zhang Chen rolled his eyes.

"I think you just like my Binghua." Binghua's mother said.

Zhang Chen was too lazy to talk to him.

This time, Wu Qing drove not the big truck before, but a pickup truck.

He rented the big truck before. In the village for 15 days, this pickup truck was cheap, but it could only hold less, so it only had about 200 kilograms, and it was a little too late.

"I'll come back to pick up the rest. Fuck the Ice Flower, let's sell this cart of melons first." Wu Qing said.

Wu Binghua's mother then "let go" Zhang Chen and bent over and got into the car.

After the pickup truck drove away, Zhang Chen and Dong Ya looked at each other.

"Young Master, I don't know whether to say it or not."

"Do you want to talk about MMP?" Zhang Chen asked.

"That's not." Dong Ya pursed her red lips. To be honest, she was very angry by those two people today.

Dong Ya knew that the young master was helping Wu Binghua, but he was told that Dong Ya was worthless for Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen saw Dong Ya’s true thoughts and shrugged generously: “It’s okay, I’m used to it.”

He was not as angry as this in the Lin family. He didn't take it too seriously if he was angry today.

Zhang Chen lit a cigarette and chatted with Dong Ya without hesitation. I don’t know how long it took, Dong Ya’s cell phone ringing.

It was Wu Binghua called. As soon as he answered the phone, Dong Ya said a few simple words, and Wu Binghua said he would come over immediately.

After quitting the phone, Wu Binghua, wearing a dress, came on a brand new electric car. This car was not hers, but Douduo's.

As soon as he got off the car, Wu Binghua hurried over, her delicate and fair little face was anxious, and she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Your mother and your uncle pulled the watermelon away and pulled two hundred pounds." Zhang Chen pulled out another cigarette and said while lighting it.

The smoke rose, Wu Binghua's heart tightened and asked timidly: "He, what are they doing, are they?"

"I didn't do anything." Zhang Chen, who was quite angry, was half relieved when he saw Wu Binghua's timid look.

One code is one code. Although Zhang Chen feels a little disgusted by Wu Binghua's family, he cannot disgust Wu Binghua.

Wu Binghua made several calls, and finally, half an hour later, Wu Binghua's mother and her uncle Wu Qing came back.

The worn-out pickup truck was parked in front of the warehouse door. When the two got off the car, Wu Binghua's mother asked Wu Binghua with a calm face and said, "Are you just mingling with this group of people these days?"

"Yes, yes." Although Wu Binghua was a little angry and wanted to question her mother, she was a little afraid to act rashly when she saw her mother.

Usually at home, she never complained to her elders!

"Just two tons of melons sold for so many days! Just now, my uncle and I sold 200 kilograms and sold 200 kilograms!" Wu Binghua's mother taught that when she said that she was still a little proud.

When Wu Binghua heard this, she almost turned her back: "How much did she sell?"

"It costs about 200 yuan! Come and help your uncle load the car, sell all the melons in the afternoon, and go back to the village with me!" Wu Binghua's mother said.

Wu Qing wrapped a dry tobacco and walked over while holding it in his mouth. The smoke smelled very strong. He was still a little happy to see Wu Binghua being held.

"Binghua, don't blame your uncle. I feel uncomfortable when I see you being deceived. There is only a little harvest at home..." Wu Qing said bitterly.

"What are you cheating!" Wu Binghua, who has always been cowardly, clenched his fists: "Brother Zhang Chen is sincerely doing his best. I sold the ton of melons for almost 70,000 yuan!"

"How many?" Wu Binghua's mother and daughter couldn't believe their ears.

Wu Bing's hand holding the cigarette trembled even more: "Seventy thousand?"

Wu Binghua nodded, and her little face turned red because of anger.

"You are lying, daughter, don't lie!" Wu Binghua's mother looked unbelievable.

Wu Binghua didn't say much, so she took out her cell phone and found the bank text message to show her mother.

Wu Binghua didn't tell her family before, but in fact she just wanted to give her mother a surprise after she sold the melons. Now, her mother was shocked by her!

Wu Qing also looked over and murmured: "A hundred and ten million... My God, it's really seventy thousand!"

Seventy thousand yuan is basically a one-year income in the countryside, which is not something that ordinary people can achieve.

Wu Binghua sold a ton of watermelon, and sold it for 70,000 yuan?

"Daughter, you really are!" Wu Binghua's mother almost cried with joy and praised her.

"It has nothing to do with me, thanks to Brother Zhang Chen."

Upon hearing this, Wu Binghua's mother and Wu Qing's expressions instantly became awkward.

Because of Zhang Chen?

Just now, the two of them were talking about Zhang Chen.

"Student Zhang, thank you." Wu Binghua's mother turned her back faster than reading the book. At this moment, she was filled with smiles and tried hard to show a gentle smile.

Zhang Chen tsk: "Don't say that, I can't bear it!"

Knowing that Zhang Chen was angry, he was worried about Wu Binghua's mother, and Wu Qing looked even more embarrassed...

He found the matter, now that Zhang Chen is really capable.

"Student Zhang, I was free and unintentional at that time. I just miss you, a city man, and you can't be greedy for that little melon." Wu Qing couldn't understand. Where did Zhang Chen, who was riding an electric bike, get the skills?

"Student Zhang, are you smoking?"

"No need, didn't you say you were moving melons? Move away quickly, I'll have something to do later." Zhang Chen said lightly.

Wu Binghua's mother and Wu Qing couldn't help but look even more embarrassed.

"It's all my fault, it's my fault. I won't move this melon anymore. Classmate Zhang, don't be angry."

"That's right, classmate Zhang, to calm down, we really don't know that you are so capable."

Zhang Chen wanted to say something else, but when he saw Wu Binghua next to him, his tears were almost falling, his eyes were red, his mouth was tightly pursed, and his grievanced and sad look was like a little white flower swaying in the wind and rain. So Zhang Chen sighed and said to Wu Binghua: "Leave melon a hundred kilograms."

Wu Binghua knew that Zhang Chen was forgiveing ​​her family and burst into tears and laughed. The tears on the little face of the sign were not dried yet, like a sun rain: "Okay."

Zhang Chen was too lazy to care about it anymore, so he pulled Dong Ya beside him: "Let's go, the wife who is in charge of Wenxian's birthday, let's go early."

"I understand, young master." Dong Ya replied, instinctively stretched out her jade hand and put it on Zhang Chen's arm.
Chapter completed!