You've been reborn and you're going to go farm?

The motorcycle was parked in the open space, and Jiang Jiahe offered cigarettes to Jiang Lin's three uncles.

"Follow this list, and make sure every item on the list matches a watermelon."

"When the truck arrives, we'll load it directly onto the vehicle."

Three middle-aged men, cigarettes dangling from their lips, listened to their eldest sister, Xu Rong, assign tasks, their gazes occasionally drifting towards the busy young couple in the melon patch.

My third uncle squinted through the smoke and asked, "That girl is Jiang Lin's girlfriend?"

Xu Rong glanced at the field, a smile appearing in her eyes: "Yes, call him Jiang Ye!"

Fifth Uncle chuckled, "This girl is obviously from the city. Jiang Lin's got some skills; he managed to trick her into coming here to work?"

Speaking of which, Xu Rong got angry: "That's right, I don't know what he was thinking. It's the first time the girl came here, and he not only didn't take her out to play, but he also picked watermelons every day."

Fourth Uncle didn't respond. He looked at the list, then glanced at the watermelons on the ground: "Did Jiang Lin put those labels on these watermelons?"

"I don't know what he's up to. Anyway, out of nowhere, he said that the students ordered more than 500 watermelons and could sell them for 3 yuan a pound. I was worried that it would delay things, so I asked you guys to come and help out."

The three uncles exchanged glances, and they all saw the same thing in each other's eyes.

"That's great!"

They've farmed for half their lives, so they know all too well how difficult it is.

My sister's village had a bumper harvest of watermelons this year. These watermelons were sweeter than the cheap ones they ate outside, but what happened?

The purchase price at the farm gate was forced down to 50 or 60 cents per kilogram, and a thousand kilograms would only sell for five or six hundred yuan, leaving very little after deducting costs.

If my nephew's approach really works out, then in the future...

Can they also rely on the oranges from the mountain?

However, after circling those words on the tip of his tongue, he swallowed them back.

At the beginning, you shouldn't put pressure on the child. What if it's just a temporary business run by classmates helping out, and they immediately start making things difficult for the child?

Third Uncle stubbed out his cigarette: "Alright, stop standing around, get moving!"

Jiang Lin acted quickly.

With the help of the control panel, the condition of each watermelon can be clearly seen with a single glance.

The labels in my hand have been organized and sorted for easy sorting and searching.

After picking out 300 watermelons in one go, Jiang Lin was already sore he could barely stand up straight.

Luckily, this body is young and can take it!

At 11:40, the truck's horn rang out at the village entrance.

Jiang Ye answered the phone, then turned to Jiang Lin and said, "Large trucks can't get in!"

"It's okay, we'll use the bread cart to transfer it."

The uncles were very experienced in this matter. The third and fourth uncles immediately put down the list, loaded the basket of watermelons onto the van, and transported it to the village entrance.

A crowd had already gathered at the village entrance. Seeing Jiang Lin's third and fourth uncles get out of the truck, they greeted them with smiles, "Hey Xu San, did you find a big client? You brought such a huge truck!"

They had already seen the watermelons in the bread truck.

Third Uncle got out of the car and greeted the villagers: "Hey, what big business deal is this?"

"Jiang Lin did it. He said his classmates wanted to eat watermelon, so he wanted to take it to the provincial capital."

Immediately, villagers exclaimed, "Wow, you've made something of yourself!"

"This truck is so big, it must be carrying a lot."

A man walked over, taking out a cigarette and handing it to his third uncle: "Brother Xu, how much does your nephew's watermelon cost per pound?"

As soon as the words were spoken, many people subconsciously pricked up their ears.

Watermelons are currently sitting in the fields and not fetching a good price; everyone is worried.

My third uncle took the cigarette, tucked it behind his ear, and unloaded the watermelons from the bread cart, looking at me with an expression that said, "I don't really know either." He continued, "Well, I don't know anything about this. His classmate was hanging out here, and he said this watermelon was pretty good, so all his classmates wanted some."

"Selling it to classmates, what money can I make? I'll just break even."

"Young people have their own way of doing things; we're just here to lend a hand."

The third uncle's answer was perfectly flawless: "My classmate came to visit, and he wanted watermelon. I didn't want to cause trouble for Jiang Lin."

Although rural people are simple and honest, they also have all sorts of old, trivial matters to deal with.

If people knew that Jianglin watermelons sell for three yuan a pound, they would be incredibly envious!

"So the relationship between these classmates is pretty good, considering they brought such a big car to transport them."

"Hey, classmate, listen to Xu Laosan bragging, he definitely has a girlfriend!"

"The day before yesterday, I saw Jiang Lin lift a girl up on his electric scooter. He was very well-behaved."

"This kid is so lucky! He even helps with the watermelons at home!"

An older woman with a big mouth said enviously, "You still have to study to succeed."

"Unlike the one in my house..."

The fourth uncle ignored what was happening here and instead went to the truck driver, offering him a cigarette: "Brother, take a break after all your hard work, we'll help with the loading."

He could tell what Jiang Lin wanted to do just by looking at Jiang Lin's five lists.

Each box is assigned a specific number of slots, and the order cannot be changed.

This can greatly improve the efficiency of subsequent deliveries.

Therefore, they didn't dare let anyone else get involved.

The truck driver smiled, took the cigarette, and said, "Okay! You guys have prepared quite well."

These kinds of cargo owners are the most popular with their truck drivers.

This trip itself doesn't make any money; I just pick up the shipping fee on the way back to the city.

He was actually still a little hesitant when he came over.

After all, the owner of this goods is said to be someone with connections.

He was afraid that the other party would make a mess of things and waste time.

Loading the truck was the smoothest part. Five people were sorting the 500 watermelons, and it was all arranged from the beginning. It was an assembly line operation with high efficiency. On the contrary, Jiang Lin, who had to ensure the quality of each watermelon, was a little slow to keep up.

At noon, Jiang Lin finally finished selecting the 533 watermelons he had ordered. In addition, he prepared 10 extra watermelons, all of which were also labeled.

After lunch, Jiang Lin and Jiang Ye picked up their bags and left. Before leaving, Jiang Jiahe slipped a pack of unopened cigarettes to Jiang Lin.

"Give people some space on the road."

"I know, I know."

Jiang Lin wasn't too particular; he placed his cigarette under the driver's windshield as soon as he got in the car.

"Master, we'll be unloading goods at five different points later, all in the university town area, so it might take a while."

"I'll leave these cigarettes here. Neither of us smokes, so we don't really know the rules."

"You've worked hard."

No, no.

The master also had a smile on his face and did not refuse Jiang Lin's cigarette.

This young man, while saying he doesn't understand the rules, actually focused on the first half of his sentence.

We don't smoke, so please don't smoke in the car either.

This is the art of speaking.

However, looking at Jiang Ye beside him, one can understand.

No wonder he found such a beautiful wife!

"You're going to use the green channel, right?"

"Yes?" Jiang Ye and Jiang Lin answered at the same time.

"The weight shouldn't be too different from what you said on the phone, right?"

Jiang Ye pulled out the record sheet: "It's 3930 jin in total."

The master craftsman pondered for a moment, then nodded: "More or less."

"Okay, buckle up, let's go."