Rebirth of the Forbidden City: The Troublemaker in the Courtyard

Chapter 227 Embarrassment

After finishing their work here, Ning Yuan and his group continued riding towards the south.

After more than half an hour, there was no smooth road in front of us.

The bicycle struggled forward on the bumpy dirt and gravel road.

After passing the entrance of Fangxingzhuang, Ning Yuan and his friends saw a green melon field.

This month, watermelons are in season.

After Ning Yuan and his friends including Zhong Yuemin stopped their bicycles, they walked directly into the melon field.

The young men who had been riding for more than half an hour could no longer bear the sight of the round, green watermelons in front of them.

He didn't care whether there was anyone watching the melon field nearby. He just pulled down a few, took out a kitchen knife or a short knife from his military backpack, and started cutting them all open with "Puchi! Puchi!"

The red flesh of the watermelon is just the right degree of ripeness, and the crunchy red watermelon juice drips down the kitchen knife.

I can't help it!

Zhong Yuemin was the first to pick up a large piece of watermelon and started to eat it.

Ning Yuan cut the remaining three watermelons in half, then picked up the watermelon slices beside him and started eating.

When you take a bite, it is really juicy and has a sweet taste. The flesh is not sandy at all and still has a crispy texture.

Ning Yuan and his group of about ten young men opened six watermelons in one breath, but they couldn't eat any more in the end. Then they stood up one by one, patting their bloated stomachs.

"Fuck, Ning Yuan, why did you cut so much? I was worried about wasting it, so I ate it as much as I could. Damn, my stomach is about to burst!"

Zhong Yuemin, with her belly sticking out, wiped her mouth with her arm and began to complain about Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan was so angry that he laughed.

"Get lost, I didn't know that grandson kept urging me to cut it quickly! You haven't even wiped your mouth clean and you're already blaming me?"

Ning Yuan slapped Zhong Yuemin's swollen belly with a "Pa!"

"Oh my god! I can't take it anymore, oh my god!"

Before Zhong Yuemin could be happy for a while, he started to feel a stomachache after being slapped by Ning Yuan.

"Hurry up, hurry up, who the hell brought the textbook or the rag? I can't hold it any longer, fuck me!"

Zhong Yuemin covered his stomach and began to ask for help from his friends around him.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one could come up with it.

The military backpacks are filled with short knives, kitchen knives and triangular scrapers. Who the hell uses a school bag to carry books?

"Have you loaded the books?"

Zhong Yuemin asked Ning Yuan.

"I didn't put the books in there, did you put them in there yourself?"

Ning Yuan was stunned for a moment, then asked Zhong Yuemin.

"I'm not pretending!"

Zhong Yuemin could hardly hold it in any longer and roared.

"That's it, what kind of person would carry books in their backpack? If someone carries books in his backpack, how can he be a serious person?"

"Despicable!"

After Ning Yuan made a few jokes to the brothers behind him, everyone looked at Zhong Yuemin with an uncomfortable look on his face and couldn't help laughing.

Zhong Yuemin didn't care about all this anymore, and just pulled up his pants and went deep into the melon field.

After a while, Ning Yuan and his friends heard a series of "cracking" sounds coming from inside.

"Uh~~ It feels so good!"

Zhong Yuemin moaned and chanted in ecstasy!

When Ning Yuan heard the sound, he couldn't help but want to go in and kick her.

But before this idea could be put into action, a burst of shouting and cursing came from the melon field in the direction of Zhong Yuemin.

"Where did you come from, you little bastard! How dare you spray nonsense in my field!"

Then Zhong Yuemin was seen jumping out in panic, holding his pants.

"Hey! Old man, you waited for me to finish pooping! I'm so embarrassed for not having martial ethics!"

Zhong Yuemin was so angry that he started cursing.

Who would understand? I was having a great time pulling the string, and then a wooden stick came swinging at me from nowhere.

Zhong Yuemin was hit hard on the back by the stick, and he jumped up directly. He didn't even pull up his pants!

"Hurry, buddy! Ning Yuan! Brother Yuan, save me!"

After Zhong Yuemin waved to Ning Yuan, he half-crouched and ran a few steps, then went to the other side of the road to continue his unfinished work.

As Zhong Yuemin continued, an old man waving a wooden stick chased out from behind him.

When the old man saw that they were a group of melon thieves, he didn't care about the huge difference in numbers and walked straight up to the crowd with a stick in hand.

"How dare you come to my melon field to steal melons? You really don't want to live in peace. I think you are!"

"Tell me, who is the leader? Stand out!"

The old man shouted angrily at Ning Yuan and the others.

This is a public melon field, the collective property of the village. If it is really his melon field, then he can eat as many as he wants, it doesn't matter.

But it was a public melon field, and if two of them were gone, they would blame him, so the old man was so angry.

"Hey, hey, hey! Old man, why are you so angry? We didn't steal the melons. We really looked for us everywhere just now, but we couldn't find us!"

Ning Yuan tentatively comforted the old man and then wanted to explain.

But unexpectedly, the old man refused to listen and insisted on taking these young people back to the village brigade to find someone to make the decision for him.

This is a collective product of the village, and it was lost under his care. The responsibility is both big and small.

No matter how you punish him, he has to continue. Don’t you think that will make him angry?

"How dare you eat when no one's watching? There's no one living in the palace yet. Why the hell don't you guys move in?"

The old man was so angry that he scolded Ning Yuan and his group harshly.

"Come on, come on, sir! It's just a few watermelons. Just name the amount and I'll pay you."

Ning Yuan looks like a wealthy man.

The old man rolled his eyes and continued.

"One, uh, two, two dollars at least!"

Ning Yuan didn't bargain with the old man, but just took out a red piece of paper and handed it to the old man.

"Uncle, the price you're asking is a bit too much! Five cents a melon, and we've only eaten a few. One dollar isn't enough, and you're asking for two dollars!!"

The old man felt a little embarrassed when he saw Ning Yuan taking out the money so readily.

After taking the money, the old man still spoke stubbornly.

"This is a fine, you know? The teacher said that anyone who steals the fruits of people's labor without permission should be punished!"

Ning Yuan smiled and nodded, then clasped his fists to show that he acknowledged it.

Then he came over and asked.

"Grandpa, does this melon field belong to your village? You're planning to sell it, right?"

After the old man put away the money, he looked at Ning Yuan warily. Although he wanted to ignore him, he had just seen Ning Yuan's decisiveness and generosity when he took out the money.

After thinking about it, he nodded and said.

"Of course we're selling it! What are you guys doing? Want to buy some watermelon?"