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

Soon, brick houses with red walls and black tiles came into view. Under the eaves, where clothes were hung on bamboo poles, firewood was piled up, and smoke was billowing from the kitchen chimney. The air was filled with the smell of burning firewood.

Hearing the voices outside, Jiang Lin's parents, Jiang Jiahe and Xu Rong, came out of the kitchen and smiled as they looked at Jiang Ye sitting in the back seat.

"Hello, Uncle and Auntie." Jiang Ye took off his hat, smoothed his hair, and smiled brightly.

"Okay, okay." Father Jiang Jiahe stood there a little awkwardly, while Mother Xu Rong quickly came over, her eyes full of undisguised delight: "Hey, Xiaoye, are you hot on the way? Come in, come in."

"Okay." Jiang Ye replied, and as she passed the side room, she called out crisply to the figure weaving a basket on a bamboo chair, "Grandpa."

Even if Jiang Lin didn't say much, she had already memorized everyone in her family.

The old man paused for a moment while using the bamboo strips. He looked up, his gaze first falling on Jiang Ye's face, then at Jiang Lin following behind. He smiled and nodded, then continued with his work.

The ceiling fan in the main room turned slowly, making a creaking sound. The house had obviously been cleaned again, and even the blankets on the bed were neatly folded.

Jiang Lin placed the printed labels and Jiang Ye's bag on the chair, while Jiang Ye was already looking at the wall full of certificates of merit in the main room.

"Wow, I didn't realize you were so talented when you were little."

"He was only sensible when he was in elementary school," Xu Rong smiled. "He just sits wherever he wants, making himself at home."

"Don't worry, Auntie, I won't be shy at all. Jiang Lin is here to keep me company, so you can go ahead and do your work."

Jiang Ye pulled out a label printed by Jiang Lin and looked at it carefully: picking date, sugar content, and taste.

She put her arm around Jiang Lin's shoulder: "Come on, tell me your secret. How can you tell the sugar content of a watermelon through its rind?"

Jiang Lin thought for a moment, "Perfect, let's verify it."

He fished the watermelon out of the well: "This watermelon, judging from the surface... no, I estimate its sugar content to be around 13, and its texture is crisp."

He almost let it slip.

Jiang Ye glanced at him suspiciously. The term "sugar content" wasn't widely used at that time. She checked it on her phone and found that 12% sugar content was considered high quality for ordinary watermelons, while 13% was considered premium quality and rarely seen on the market.

After she finished understanding, Jiang Lin had already cut the watermelon and handed her a piece: "Try it!"

Jiang Ye took it, took a bite, and the fresh sweetness spread from the tip of her tongue. It was sweet, crisp, and refreshing, and the taste was even better than the watermelons she had eaten in high-end supermarkets.

She narrowed her eyes slightly: "Mmm, so sweet!"

Jiang Lin tried a piece himself, nodded to himself, and thought, "Perfect!"

Looking at him, Jiang Ye's doubts deepened: "Can you really tell if a watermelon is sweet just by looking at its rind?"

Jiang Lin: "Hmph!"

Seeing his smug look, Jiang Ye snorted: "Let's go pick one from the field. This one was chosen by you, so it doesn't count."

Jiang Lin nodded. "Okay."

He also wanted to see if it was just a coincidence.

The two arrived at the melon patch by the entrance. Jiang Ye deliberately walked around the patch, avoiding the melons that might receive special treatment: "Look, this one."

Jiang Lin looked over and saw that the watermelon already displayed status information:

Variety: Jingxin

[Texture: Initially sandy texture]

[Sugar content: 13%]

Weight: 8.3 catties

[Serving suggestion: After 3 days, it will become completely sandy, and the sugar content will remain.]

Jiang Lin pretended to bend down and patted the watermelon, then said directly, "This one is a bit sandy, and the sugar content is also 13%, the same as the one we just ate."

Jiang Ye: "Huh?"

She knows how to slap a watermelon.

Her mother does this when buying watermelons, but you can tell the sugar content just by tapping them?

"I don't believe it!"

She took the initiative to pick the watermelon and cut it herself.

The moment the cleaver touched the watermelon rind, "Bang!" the watermelon split open.

Jiang Ye cut the watermelon open along the crack, revealing the flesh inside. Its color was even more lustrous, like it was covered with a very fine layer of icing sugar, giving it an alluring, crystalline appearance.

Jiang Ye:......

Oh no, that kid guessed right!

She turned her head and saw Jiang Lin with a smug smile.

Still not believing it, she cut herself another piece.

The initial taste is slightly different from the previous crispness; instead, it has a delicate, slightly grainy texture.

But it's really sweet!

What are you two doing?

Xu Rong carried the dishes into the main room, watched the two of them cutting two watermelons, and asked a question.

Jiang Ye casually remarked, "Auntie, this watermelon is so sweet!"

Xu Rong smiled with a complex expression: "Right? This variety was chosen by the village. Everyone is planting this one. They've all been trained on how to fertilize it and how to prune the vines. It's sweeter than the old variety."

Jiang Ye didn't see the complexity, but he understood how Jiang Lin knew the watermelon's sugar content: "You, Jiang Lin, I almost fell for your trick. Turns out you just took advantage of the variety."

Jiang Lin didn't argue. In fact, while variety and management are one aspect, the timing of harvesting is also crucial.

Xu Rong continued to bring out dishes from the kitchen. Jiang Ye, munching on a melon, nudged Jiang Lin with her elbow: "So, how exactly are you planning to sell them tomorrow? Just put up a label and we'll shout it out?"

Jiang Lin didn't hide anything: "I'm planning to go to your school."

Jiang Ye pondered for a moment, then nodded: "It's quite suitable."

"It's surrounded by four universities, and the freshmen are currently undergoing military training, which is the perfect time. Last year when we were in military training, the watermelons from the vendors outside were in high demand, and later the price even rose to 4 yuan per kilogram."

"If we take these over there and sell them for 3 yuan a pound, I guarantee they'll sell like hotcakes!"

Jiang Lin nodded. He actually thought so too. Students are naturally more receptive to new things. Once the watermelon ID card is hung up, it will attract students to come and watch the excitement.

Then, he tentatively asked, "Don't you think it's embarrassing for me to buy watermelons outside your school?"

Jiang Ye frowned: "Huh?"

"What's so shameful about buying a watermelon?"

She turned her head and stared at Jiang Lin: "So, that's what you were waiting for me to say?"

"Testing me?"

"My boyfriend helps my family sell watermelons; he's so much better than those guys at school who just play video games!"

Jiang Lin chuckled, "Hey, I play games too!"

Jiang Ye snorted, seeing through his attempt to change the subject at a glance: "Stop beating around the bush, you clearly already have it all figured out, tell me your plan."

Jiang Lin chuckled confidently: "It's just an idea."

"You brought a camera, right? Let's take some photos later, make sure the watermelon's ID card is clear."

"Then I posted on the online forums of those universities."

"Data is just for fun, if it's not sweet, come at me with a knife!"

Jiang Ye chuckled, "Such a clever little vendor, but he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve!"

"They haven't even delivered the goods yet, and they're already calling it 'GG'?"

"Aren't you afraid they'll actually try to attack you with a knife tomorrow?"

Jiang Lin shrugged. "The knife is in my hand."

"Besides, even if they want to cut it, it's definitely not because my melons aren't sweet."

"Oh?" Jiang Ye looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

Jiang Lin grinned: "Because I tricked their best-looking senior from the media department into going to the countryside to work as a laborer."