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    After listening to Master Zhao's words, Zhou Yu said happily: "Okay, Master Zhao, there are still a lot of gambling stones in my warehouse that have not been solved, but I believe that with my ability, there will be no less jadeite. If you can stay longer,  I'm still looking forward to it these days. " "Haha, to be honest, I'm also curious about those gambling stones. Maybe there will be a lot of top-quality jadeite. I will definitely carve enough of them this time, just like cultivating my character here.  By the way, why don¡¯t we start cutting stones from tomorrow?¡± Master Zhao said with a smile.  Zhou Yu nodded in agreement, and he himself was full of expectations for these gambling stones. If he could still find the best jadeite, he must keep some this time and pass it on to the next generation as a family heirloom.  Early the next morning, just as Zhou Yu and everyone were carrying the two stone-cutting machines to the edge of the orchard to start cutting stones, he suddenly received a call from his mother, asking him to drive someone over to pick up his god sister.  Liu Juan was discharged from the hospital so that she could go home for confinement.  Zhou Yu counted with his fingers and found that Xiao Cao had been born for a week before he knew it, and it was time for him to be discharged from the hospital.  So Zhou Yu didn't understand Shi anymore, and drove three off-road vehicles towards the county town with Hu Zi and Qian Fei.  At around ten o¡¯clock, Lao Cao¡¯s family finally returned to Fenghuang Mountain.  Since everyone had received a call from Zhou Yu a long time ago, they were all sitting in front of the pond waiting, especially the old men, who wanted to see what little Cao Cao looked like. If he looked like his mother, he would probably look like him.  He'll be a handsome guy when he gets older, but if he's like his dad he'll be a bit miserable.  The car drove directly to the pond. After the door opened, Lao Cao couldn't wait to jump out.  With a shy belly, he waved to everyone and shouted excitedly: "Grandpas, I miss you so much!" "Hahaha" After seeing Lao Cao's attire, these people couldn't help laughing.  .  I have to say that what Lao Cao is wearing today is really unusual.  For some unknown reason, this guy was wearing a watermelon suit, with an emerald-green melon cap on his head. This guy was already fat, but when he put on this suit, he really looked like a big watermelon.  Seeing so many people coming to greet him, Lao Cao couldn't help himself with excitement. He clasped his fists and said loudly: "Oh, dear grandfathers and grandfathers. How can He De let you all come out to greet him? To save face. It's really great.  That's too much of a favor. "Well, let's forget about our bet, Old Zhao. I don't want your ten roast ducks. You still owe me two good cigarettes, Old Liu, and I won't take them anymore if I'm happy."  Lao Qitou, you owe me "Anyway, elders, please give me some face. Let's meet and let go of our grudges." "You old people are dumbfounded.  The straight-faced Zhao Boss shouted loudly: "Speaking of Mengzi, you are still as shameless as ever. We have so many old men going out together just to welcome you? You don't want it. We just want to see the child, okay? You give it to me  "Stay aside." "Oh, the trees are quiet but the wind is not stopping. Old Zhaotou, Old Zhaotou, I think you have the best time jumping. Haven't you heard of the saying that the first bird is shot?"  You have to be careful when you get older." "Shit! I went north to Korea to fight the American devils and went south to Vietnam to beat the monkeys. How could I be afraid of you, a little bastard?" "Exactly.  Don't be so arrogant. As the saying goes, Lian Po was so awesome back then. He was already in his 70s, and his whole body was so weak that he pooped three times a day, let alone fighting.  Even though you are stronger than him now, you are probably only a little bit stronger. Isn¡¯t that the upper limit for you? Are you talking about how you dare to fight the sun at ** o¡¯clock like me?  Isn't this funny?" The watermelon-like Lao Cao put his hands on his hips and said with a murderous tone.  While talking, the mountain breeze blew through the large watermelon suit, giving people the feeling of a watermelon becoming a spirit.  "Hahaha, you stinky boy, don't bully me. I'm definitely in good health right now. If you don't accept it, let's give it a try. But we're not here to argue with you today. We want to see you.  "Xiao Cao, why don't you bring the child over quickly and show it to us?" Mr. Zhao knew that he couldn't defeat Lao Cao, so he spoke happily before looking at the child.  Amid everyone¡¯s laughter and urging, the two brothers Zhou Yu also got out of the car and helped Wang Guilan get Liu Juan out of the car.  Seeing his wife and son coming out, Lao Cao hurried over, gently and carefully held the child in his arms and walked towards the old man.  Although he was just a week old, due to the lack of nutrition, and Zhou Yu also gave her space water and space liquid to drink when Liu Juan'er was pregnant, the little one is now chubby and very strong, with that little skin  Tender and tenderHer white face was red, and her big eyes looked at the crowd chattering around, much like the way Lao Cao looked when he was about to cause trouble, but from his face, he could still vaguely look like Liu Juaner.  Seeing this, everyone, including several grandfathers, breathed a sigh of relief. God bless, this child doesn¡¯t look like his father.  But this little guy is so cute. After watching it, several old men felt it was not enough and wanted to pick it up and kiss it. Unexpectedly, they were stopped by Lao Cao.  The guy said with a smile: "I'm sorry, the child is still too young and has tender skin. Don't you grandfathers with stubble on their faces pierce my son. Let me let my wife go back to the house first and wait a few minutes.  When you want to have a baby later, you can take turns watching it." Everyone smiled and agreed, and withdrew their hands one after another.  In the next few days, except for tourists, everyone on the mountain rushed to the orchard to watch the stone. Although Zhou Yu did buy a lot of wool, he couldn't stand the crowd. It can be said that no one could see such a passionate scene.  Everyone can't help but enjoy the joy of unraveling a stone with their own hands, so with everyone's enthusiasm, hundreds of stones were unfinished in just three days.  This time everyone¡¯s eyes were opened. After rough statistics, Zhou Yu¡¯s betting rate for these raw materials was as high as 60%.  "Don't underestimate the 60%. As the saying goes, it's hard for gods to break jade. Let alone 60%, if it's 20 or 30%, then you can be called the king of stone gambling." ???????????????? And more than half of the jadeite produced from these stones is of ice type and glass type, which is even more frightening, so much so that now when Master Zhao meets Zhou Yu, he doesn¡¯t call him Little Boss Zhou, but directly calls him Master Zhou.  And because so many top-quality jadeite were sold, Master Zhao was so happy that he did not plan to return to his hometown in Guangdong this year. Instead, he directly brought his wife over, and the old couple settled down in Fenghuang Mountain for the time being.  It is said that while Zhou Yu was busy cutting stones, he did not forget about the watermelons. He often had detailed discussions on the phone with Liu Sanpao and Liu Yunfei, so after cutting the stones, he would start picking watermelons.  Zhou Yu¡¯s melon patch has two parts, one is in the greenhouses on both sides of the dam, and the other is in the fields on the west side of Phoenix Mountain.  Since both sides looked similar, Zhou Yu decided to start work on them at the same time.  In the early morning of this morning, the mist in the mountains has not cleared away. The dew is rolling on the green branches and leaves, and the birds are singing happily in the forest. The sun has just risen halfway, and there are people on the ground on the west side of Phoenix Mountain.  The place was full of people.  Most of these people are tourists. Since I heard yesterday that the owner of the resort is going to plant watermelons today, they all got up early and wanted to experience a different kind of farmhouse fun.  Moreover, these people have all tasted the taste of this kind of big watermelon. They heard that this thing is not available on the market yet, so they have an extra idea.  Degree, this priority purchase can always satisfy you, right?  Several large trucks arrived at Fenghuang Mountain yesterday and are now parked on the ground, waiting for the watermelons to be unloaded and loaded directly to various locations in the provincial capital for large-scale external sales.  The sky is blue and the grass is clear, the melon leaves are dark green, and the melon vines are thick. When everyone walked into the melon, they saw huge watermelons growing in rows under the cover of green leaves, with crystal dewdrops on the colorful emerald green leaves.  The patterns are flowing and flowing.  This piece of melon land covers forty or fifty acres. Even with many people helping, it took almost three days to finish picking.  There are dozens of acres of land on the other side of the greenhouse. The two brothers Zhou Dingguo and the villagers picked it there. It took about three days to finish picking.  The tourists who helped in the melon fields these days were in for a treat, because every time it was time to take a break, Zhou Yu would cut a dozen watermelons for everyone to taste.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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