Rural Dad

Chapter 22

Taiping County is not far from Qingshi Town.

Otherwise, people in the county would not be willing to pick up and drop off their children to Jin Taiyang Kindergarten every day.

If you drive, you can get to the county in half an hour.

Motorcycles are also motor vehicles.

According to different traffic policies in different places, motorcycles can go on highways in some places, but not in others.

Taiping County allows motorcycles to go on highways.

So Zhao Han arrived in the city at 8:40.

Taiping County is not big, with a permanent population of only more than 500,000 in the urban area, but a city with a small population is still a city, with many poor people, but also many rich people.

And because there are few high-consumption places in such a small city, the activities of the rich are limited to the two shopping malls in the city center.

Zhao Han rode his motorcycle over and set up his own stall outside the shopping mall.

He was not the first one. There were many fruit sellers and fortune-telling stalls outside the square.

The traffic in such a small city is chaotic, and there are stalls everywhere, and the urban management also turns a blind eye.

Zhao Han lifted the cloth covering the fruit basket.

These cherries were bright red, each one was only slightly smaller than an egg yolk, and shone in the sun.

They looked extremely tempting and mouth-watering.

"Little brother, your cherries are too big, they look good, how much is one pound?" The fortune-teller next to him swallowed and asked.

He never thought that fruits could make people greedy.

Zhao Han took out a written sign.

"Taoyuan cherries, 100 yuan each!"

The fortune-teller took a look and was so shocked that his sunglasses almost fell off his face. He said in a shrill voice: "One hundred yuan each! Why don't you go and grab it!"

This scream successfully attracted the attention of others, and soon more and more people gathered around.

"Fuck! One hundred yuan... a piece? Although these cherries look good, they are too expensive."

"That's right, they are really crazy about money. It's so expensive, it's obviously a waste of money. Only fools will buy it."

"My cherries are not ordinary. Women can eat them to maintain their beauty, men can eat them to maintain their guns, and children can eat them to increase their IQ." Zhao Han said a jingle.

The fortune teller smiled and said, "Brother, you don't even think about bragging. I said I can predict marriage and fate, but who believes it?"

The onlookers laughed immediately.

"Young man, your cherries are very good, but one hundred yuan a piece is too expensive. No one will buy them. You can sell them for one hundred yuan per catty." Someone persuaded.

Zhao Han just smiled and said nothing.

To be honest, based on the taste and various miraculous effects of these cherries, he can sell them at a low price for one hundred yuan a piece.

"What are you looking at? Make way."

A few gangsters squeezed in.

"Fuck, one hundred yuan a cherry, is the cherry skin made of gold, or is the cherry pit made of gold?" The leading gangster cursed.

Zhao Han looked at him and smiled: "Brother, there are no cherries for sale these days, they are all grown in greenhouses. You think it's expensive, and I think it's expensive too. Just ask if you want it."

"Are your cherries sweet? Let me taste one first." The gangster said and was about to grab the cherries.

Zhao Han grabbed his hand and his eyes became cold: "You are deliberately looking for trouble, right?"

"Ahhh! Let me go! Let me go!" The gangster's face was distorted with pain and he screamed.

Now everyone can see that this handsome guy also has real kung fu in his hands.

Zhao Han snorted and let him go.

The gangster was about to say something threatening, but his cell phone rang. After answering the call, he nodded and said, "Mr. Liang, I'll be there right away. I'm buying them. Okay, okay."

After hanging up the phone, the gangster looked at Zhao Han and said, "Give me three thousand yuan."

The crowd was in an uproar.

I didn't expect that someone would actually buy them.

Zhao Han didn't expect that his first business was taken care of by this gangster.

He immediately counted out thirty for him.

"Hey, this money is not easy to make." The gangster threw down three thousand yuan in cash, said something meaningful, and then turned around and left with his two younger brothers.

Zhao Han heard the threat, but just frowned and didn't take it to heart.

A little boy squeezed to the front, looking at the cherries with bright eyes: "Mom, I want to eat cherries."

"There are still some at home, why are you running around, you're going to be late for school!" A woman dressed brightly and beautifully squeezed into the crowd with a helpless and irritable look on her face, grabbed the little boy's hand and pulled him out.

The little boy refused to move: "No, I want to eat this big cherry, I want to eat cherries."

"I really admire you." The woman said madly, then took a look at the cherries, and her eyes lit up: "Handsome man, how much are the cherries?"

"One hundred per piece." Zhao Han pointed to the sign.

The woman suddenlyShe widened her beautiful eyes: "One hundred per cherry, are you crazy? Just because you are handsome? You are selling cherries, not yourself!"

The crowd burst into laughter again.

"Mom, I want to eat big cherries, I want, I want." The little boy was playing rogue on the spot.

The woman had no choice but to take out her mobile phone to transfer money to Zhao Han: "Give me a thousand yuan."

One thousand yuan is worth it to buy an obedient son.

"Thank you for coming, welcome to come again next time." Zhao Han served with a smile, packed the cherries and handed them over.

The woman glared at him: "It's my bad luck this time, I will come again next time if I'm crazy."

The little boy couldn't wait to take out a cherry and took a bite: "Wow, mom, it's delicious."

As he said, he fed his mother: "Mom, try it quickly, this cherry is really delicious."

Looking at her son feeding her fruit, the woman felt that the thousand yuan was more worthwhile, and she didn't mind the saliva on it, and opened her mouth to catch it.

Then she was stunned on the spot.

Feeling the sweetness of spring water blooming on her tongue and the unique taste, she was stunned on the spot. How could there be such delicious cherries in the world?

At this moment, she had never been so peaceful, as if she swallowed the whole spring.

Her whole mood became joyful.

It took her a long time to come back to her senses. She looked at Zhao Han, who was smiling, and suddenly understood why his cherries were so expensive, because they were really worth the price.

"Give me 10,000 yuan!" said the woman.

Wow!

The onlookers were suddenly in an uproar.

"You're crazy! It's only been a short time and another person has bought it. She can't be a shill."

"No, this woman is very rich. I've seen her in our county news. She's a female boss."

"Are these cherries really worth this price?"

"Rich people think they're worth it. Rich people should be smarter than us, so they must be worth it!"

"Damn! I'll buy one and try it!"

"Give me five!"

"I want twenty!"

The scene suddenly became hot. Some people squeezed forward with cash, and some people scanned the code with their mobile phones.

The fortune teller next to him looked at this scene, and his whole body was already in a mess in the wind.