Yesterday, Ma Duo Duo was worried about everyone's safety and didn't notice the surroundings of this southern Vietnamese country. Now that I take a closer look, I find that whether it's an official road or a rural path, they are all paved with cement. The villagers' houses are uniformly planned and built in neat rows, and they are all green brick tile-roofed houses.
The team walked to the entrance of a small village, where Ma Duo saw a stall selling pork and vegetables under a big banyan tree. There was no one at the stalls, but several villagers came up, took the packaged meat and vegetables, put the silver in the basket next to them and left.
"Wow! Explosive! Fellow villager, you have a golden touch?" asked Nangong Xu, looking at Mai Duoduo with great interest.
The old general saw that Ma Duo and his group were in high spirits and had even been allowed to stay in the palace by the emperor, which made him feel puzzled.
Everyone present except Liang Zhijie had no idea why Xiao Huangdi called Mai Duoduo "old fellow" and mentioned something about a golden finger, they all listened in confusion. However, not one of them dared to ask out loud.
"Yes! Does His Majesty have one too?" Ma Duo Duo looked at this small island that was filled with modernized atmosphere everywhere, it wouldn't be possible without the Golden Finger.
The next day, after having breakfast in the imperial palace, everyone followed the young emperor and ministers of South Vietnam to visit a farm on the outskirts of the city by horse-drawn carriage.
Everyone rushed into the watermelon field to pick and eat watermelons. Two people shared one, squatting on the ground eating big mouthfuls.
The ministers of Nanyue Kingdom usually had watermelon to eat, but they never went to the field to pick and eat at will. After all, this watermelon field belonged to the emperor, and every year the merchants came early to book in advance. Today, it was rare for the emperor to be so generous, and the ministers rolled up their sleeves and ran into the melon field...
Nangong Xu saw everyone squatting in the melon field eating happily, and looked at the monkeys not far away who had quietly sneaked over. He covered his mouth and smiled secretly, quickly climbing to a nearby big tree to wait for the show.
At this time, a monkey king picked up the mud and sand on the ground and threw it forward. The other monkeys saw it and followed suit. In an instant, the sky was filled with mud and sand flying towards the group of people squatting in the melon field eating watermelon.
This farm grows and raises everything, rich businessmen see the various fresh fruits inside and praise them endlessly. Before, they all bought from merchant teams at high prices, now they can also come here to order directly.
Nangong Xu and the ministers led Ma Duoduo and his group to a watermelon field, where they were stunned by what they saw: a group of monkeys were helping to pick watermelons, each one embracing the picked watermelons and putting them on the horse cart, busy with joy.
Seeing the round and plump watermelons in the field, Ma Duo swallowed his saliva and asked, "Fellow villager, can we eat the watermelon?"
"It doesn't matter, we're all countrymen here. Besides, nobody is short of that bit of silver." A minister looked at Ma Duo and his group with pride.
"Hey fellow villager, are all your people local tyrants?"
"It's not like that, it's just that every household now has a stable income." Nangong Xu felt especially close when he heard Maiduo call him "old countryman".
All the way, Ma Duo Duo saw that the flat fields were everywhere with green and oily crops, and there was almost no mountainous land. Ma Duo Duo thought that this terrain is not suitable for farming. You are currently reading "Space Joy: Farmer's Good Life" Chapter 162, eating watermelon only half a chapter, to read the full version please Baidu search: () go in and then search: Space Joy: Farmer's Good Life
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