"My son brought it back, said it was a gift from the county magistrate. It's surprisingly sweet, you should try it." Zhuang Jingye held out the sliced melon toward Zhuang Qingning.
"Thank you, Uncle Chief." Zhuang Qingning took it, but only set it aside for now, and placed the sack she was carrying beside her. "I'll get straight to the point, Uncle Chief. I came to discuss something with you."
"It's quite important."
Hearing Zhuang Qingning mention an important matter, Zhuang Jingye's laid-back demeanor became serious, even straightening his posture a bit. He put the melon aside and asked, "What's it about?"
"These bean seeds." Zhuang Qingning untied the sack and took out a handful of seeds for Zhuang Jingye to examine. "Uncle Chief, take a look. How do these bean seeds look?"
Zhuang Jingye scrutinized the seeds closely, even weighing them in his hand. "They seem pretty good. Large, round grains. But the key is their yield."