County Magistrate Qiao and his gang suddenly spotted the wagon full of watermelons.
After seeing off Yuezheng Xiao and Xie Jingrong, County Magistrate Qiao's eyes sparkled. He tried to press down his excitement and said calmly, "Strategist, you saw that too?"
Strategist Lu could not help but lick his lips, drooling inwardly. "That was a wagon filled with watermelons!"
He would like to have some too!
It would be wonderful if they could eat those large, juicy watermelons, and feel their coolness and texture.
He had been working for the County Magistrate for a few years, but he only ate two slices of watermelons last summer, which was given by the County Magistrate.
The County Magistrate himself had not yet eaten any watermelons this year!
Strategist Lu could not help but lament. "That Young Master of the Yuezheng Family just doesn't know that he should offer you a dozen!"
