Female-to-male: I live on farming

Qin Ke, who was identified by Shopkeeper Song as a young man worth associating with, was lying on the donkey cart with a piece of weed in his mouth, his hands behind his head, and a straw hat on his head to block the glaring sunlight.

Han Qi, who was sitting in front driving the donkey cart, asked in confusion: "My dear, are we really not going to sell watermelons tomorrow?"

"Of course," Qin Ke took off his straw hat, sat up, breathed in the fresh green air, and explained, "Since ancient times, things are valuable because they are scarce. This is called hunger marketing."

Han Qi scratched his head, not quite understanding what Langjun meant by hunger marketing.

"And the most important thing is, let's take a day off. This way, Caiyue Tower will be the only place in town that will have watermelons for sale tomorrow. This way, Shopkeeper Song can understand how popular watermelons are." Qin Ke continued to explain.

"If Shopkeeper Song finds out that the watermelons are selling well, he will continue to order watermelons from us!" Han Qi suddenly realized, smiled and praised, "My dear, you are wise."

"Well, stop flattering me. You've been working in the fields before dawn these past few days. If you have nothing to do tomorrow, take a good rest."

"Thank you, sir." Han Qi smiled and cracked the whip. He had often heard that many masters were very harsh and had to do a lot of things every day, busy from morning to night.

But when he came to Qin Ke, he found that the man and the woman were very friendly and approachable, and they took good care of him in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. Qin Ke and Lu Youqing were not only his masters, but in his heart he regarded them as family.

It was they who allowed him to feel the warmth of family after he had been displaced, hungry and cold.

As soon as Qin Ke and his friends entered the village, they saw a lot of people gathered outside their house.

Fearing that something might have happened at home, Qin Ke jumped out of the car and ran over without even waiting for it to stop.

Han Qi also hurriedly parked the car aside.

Although people had surrounded the door of his house tightly, the atmosphere was still harmonious. When they saw Qin Ke coming, they directly made way for him.

"Qin Ke, you're back."

Their attitude was unusually warm, which made Qin Ke feel a little wary.

"I wonder what brings you to my doorstep?"

"Hey, Xiao Qin, we heard that you've been selling that thing called watermelon in town recently, and it's very expensive. So, the folks have never seen it before, so they wanted to come and take a look." The speaker was a slightly plump middle-aged woman.

Qin Ke recognized her. She was from the family of Li the butcher in the village. The villagers usually called her Aunt Li. She was usually warm and generous to others. No matter who in the village had any big or small event, she would always be the first to run over to join in the fun and help with the arrangements.

Qin Ke now understood why this group of people came. He and Lu Youqing had long expected that the people in the village would know about them driving back and forth every day.

Fortunately, they set up the stall in the West Market where few villagers went, otherwise they would have been discovered by the villagers on the first day of selling watermelons.

"Yes, Qin Ke, I heard that your watermelon is sold for 500 Wen each, and people line up to buy watermelons from you every day."

Listening to the chattering of the villagers, Qin Ke slowly raised his hand, pressed everyone in the air, and said loudly: "Everyone! Everyone! Quiet down!"

With his gestures and voice, the noisy voices gradually quieted down and everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

"I know everyone is very curious. The thing is, I also bought the seeds from a foreign merchant by chance last year. I originally wanted to plant them and give it a try. I didn't expect to grow anything at first, so I didn't plant much, and the watermelon yield is limited."

This was what Qin Ke had said to others at the market before. Anyway, the foreign merchants came and went without a trace, so no one could verify his words.

"We do sell them for 500 coins each at the market, but we are all villagers from Qinghe Village, so the price we sell to people from our own village is 100 coins. After all, we are also a small business."

Lu Youqing reminded him that if you give things to others too easily, they will not be grateful, but will hate you for not continuing to give.

Qin Ke's idea coincided with his. He didn't want to cultivate a group of ungrateful people who could never be fed.

So they discussed it and set the price at one hundred wen, which was affordable for the villagers.

When the villagers heard what Qin Ke said, they whispered to each other. Although one hundred coins was still a bit expensive for them, it was five times more than five hundred coins. Qin Ke really had nothing to say to his fellow villagers.

Aunt Li was the first one to take out the money. Lu Youqing had just asked Li Nanqiao to move some watermelons from the warehouse at home, and now she directly moved a watermelon to her.

Aunt Li's family not only farms, but also raises and slaughters pigs, so they live a better life than other people in the village. But there are still only a few people who are willing to spend money on watermelons like her, and there are not many wealthy people in the village.

Only a few people paid for one and prepared to go back to try it. Seeing this, Lu Youqing stepped forward and said softly, "If you are hesitant about whether to buy it, you can buy some first and go back to try it."

After saying that, he nodded at Li Nanqiao, who immediately went to the kitchen to get a machete, picked up a piece of watermelon, cut it in half, and then cut each half into two pieces.

A watermelon is cut into eight pieces.

Some of the villagers who saw this scene started counting on their fingers.

Lu Youqing smiled and continued, "This only costs 25 cents per piece. If you want to try it, you can buy one first."

Qin Ke silently gave Lu Youqing a thumbs up in his heart, as he was able to solve the problem perfectly without hurting the self-esteem of the villagers.

Twenty-five cents is still affordable for most families, and most of them choose to buy a piece to try at home.

After working for a while to send the villagers away, Qin Ke felt that his face was about to freeze from smiling. However, when he looked at the Qin family members standing behind the crowd, he felt a headache.

The Qin family waited until most of the villagers had left before they came forward. Mr. Qin came up and criticized them, "How can you only sell this thing for 100 coins when it can be sold for 500 coins?"

"That's right," Qin Nai also echoed, "It will cost less this way."

They were talking to themselves one by one, and Qin Ke was almost laughing out of anger as he listened to them.

As expected, he never changed his ugly greedy and arrogant appearance, and in his words he had already made all the watermelons his own.

"Do you want to buy watermelons too?" Qin Ke pretended to be stupid.