Almost two o'clock, Aunt Zhang told them the location of the watermelon selling, and Jiang Nanzhou rode his bicycle and took her to the small square.
This small square was not far from the nearby farmers' market, and gradually people came to the square to have fun.
The two of them immediately spotted the middle-aged man pushing a cart, with a teenager following him who looked like his son; a crowd had already gathered around their cart.
Just as they arrived, the sweet smell of watermelon hit them, and Jiang Nanzhou asked, "Older brother, how much for the watermelons?"
The middle-aged man called out, "Three cents a pound, homegrown, can't finish them all. These watermelons got plenty of cow dung, they're big and sweet too."
Jiang Nanzhou and Lu Jingqiu exchanged a smile, knowing well that they must be tasty, otherwise they wouldn't have come especially, "Give us half a bag." Saying this, Jiang Nanzhou took a woven bag from his bike.