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

As night fell, people who had finished their work ate dinner and sat in the courtyard to cool off, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans.

"Hey, Second Sister-in-law, what are you dawdling about? Haven't you come out yet?"

"I asked around, and it was that kid from the Jiang family who found the connection."

"Are you out yet? Hey, hurry up and come over to the compound..."

Several middle-aged women huddled together, asking, "What exactly happened?"

"I saw them loitering around in the field this morning."

"More than that, when I took the cow out to graze at the crack of dawn, I saw the Doujiang River winding around on the hillside."

"Oh dear, they're really not worried about anything now. They've almost sold out their first batch of fruit this year."

"Really? You hauled another huge load today!"

"That truck is much bigger than the last one!"

"I knew Jiang Lin had found a way out; it must be because of his girlfriend in the city."

"This kid is going to be successful!"

Before long, another woman came over. "Guess how much money Jiang Lin gave Chen Erwa and the others per pound?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you!"

"One yuan per pound!"

"That's twice as much as the vendors around here!"

"Where did they get them to sell?"

"It seems to be the provincial capital."

"That's so far! You're really brave."

"Oh dear, they say the requirements are very high; only the finest watermelons can be selected."

"They even put a label on each watermelon, and said that if the delivered goods don't pass inspection, they'll be returned!"

"It's only one yuan per kilogram, so it's normal to have high expectations."

"Earning this much money wasn't easy."

Someone started doing the math: "With our current yield, it's about 5000 jin per mu. Even if we only select 4000 jin, if we call this kid to harvest it, it'll still be 4,000 yuan."

"Selling it to a dealer, a piece of land only costs a little over two thousand, and the dealers are picky too."

Once the accounts were settled, everyone's minds started to stir:

"The seedlings are all the same this year, and the same fertilizers and pesticides have been applied. They should taste about the same, right?"

"That's right, let Li Shujie go and talk to him!"

"Wasn't it him who started us planting this in the first place!"

"They're just hiding like cowards now!"

"Exactly!"

The thought immediately stirred up ripples, and the news seemed to have legs, spreading throughout the entire village as several aunties returned home.

Good evening, viewers. Now, let's take a look at the local weather forecast:

"Affected by the warm and humid airflow on the edge of the subtropical high and the southward-moving cold air, our area is expected to experience a significant period of heavy rainfall over the next three days..."

Village Party Secretary Li Shujie sat in his main room, a crumpled contract on the table and an ashtray piled high with cigarette butts.

Listening to the weather forecast on TV, he frowned, unaware that the cigarette in his hand was burning his fingers.

"Heavy rainfall is expected over the next three days..."

"This is terrible!"

Before the Lunar New Year, he took the lead in signing a promotion contract with "Xinong Company" from the town. The other party claimed to be promoting a new variety of watermelon under the guise of an agricultural university, saying that it had high yield and high sugar content. They also signed a contract to purchase the watermelon at a unified guaranteed price.

The requirement is that the village must plant crops in contiguous areas and manage them uniformly.

He thought it was a great thing at the time. This was called contract farming, which was guaranteed to make money and could also generate income for the village.

He ran around and finally managed to persuade most of the households in the village to switch to this new variety.

The watermelons are excellent, growing very well. Experts from other places have come to inspect them several times and provided guidance on their cultivation.

As a result, after receiving the seedling fee and the so-called technical deposit, there was no further news.

Every clause in the acquisition agreement turned out to be an empty promise.

He went to town several times, but the rented office was long gone.

He secretly asked his superiors for help and found out that the company had already gone bankrupt.

The melons were ripe, but no one came to harvest them, and many people in the village had already figured out what was going on.

However, his reputation was still there, and the watermelons in the field were indeed good, so the villagers had some worries on their faces, but it wasn't time for things to explode.

To him, each of the finest watermelons in the field was nothing more than a landmine.

And this wave of rain...

If it rains, it will blow him to smithereens!

"well……"

He sighed, reached out and pressed the remote to turn off the TV. At the door, his wife pushed open the gate and came back.

"Li Shujie! Li Shujie!"

"Do you know that the Jiang family and their son are selling watermelons?"

Li Shujie was already annoyed when he heard this. He pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray and said impatiently without even looking up, "I know, I know, it's all been spread these past two days."

He knew that Jiang Lin was helping his family save themselves, which was good; at least one family was spared the loss.

You should read more books so you can help your family find solutions.

His wife stood beside him, "Smoking, smoking, all you do is smoke!"

"Let me tell you, you should go and talk to the Jiang family. Maybe they can help you think of a solution."

"There are at least 20,000 to 30,000 jin of ripe watermelons right now. Are you really going to wait until they all rot in the field, and then have the villagers gossip about you behind your back?"

"Oh, I'm trying to think of a solution."

"Even if Jiang Lin has connections, it would be good enough if he could eat ten thousand jin of their own food."

"You expect him to help everyone in the village sell their produce?"

"What are you thinking about!"

Li Shujie's wife sneered, "Looking down on college students, huh?"

"I think you're just too proud to admit it!"

"Let me tell you, this morning, he helped Lin Tao and Chen Erwa, those guys he used to hang out with when they were kids, to take away a whole truckload of stuff."

"They said it weighed over ten thousand jin!"

"Now the word is spreading throughout the neighborhood that Jiang Lin found a big boss in the provincial capital to buy watermelons, and he's even going to put some kind of label on them."

"The requirements are a bit high; anything that doesn't meet the standards has to be returned!"

"Just sit here and wait for trucks to come and beg you to buy watermelons from the village."

"Do you know how much Jiang Lin pays per kilogram for their watermelons?!"

"piece!"

His wife, hands on her hips, said, "Li Shujie, let me tell you, I know you look down on Jiang Jiahe, but now is not the time to worry about saving face."

"You stay cooped up at home all day long, you have no idea what people in the compound say about you."

"You're such a coward!"

"They said you led them to plant all of these!"

"Once the watermelons have rotted in the fields, let's see if they remember you, Secretary Li, or if they'll remember that you led them to plant these disaster-stricken watermelons!"

Li Shujie frowned. "Okay, okay, I know!"

"Say less!"

"Is this what I wanted it to be like?"

"Hurry up and go to sleep, you talk too much!"

As he spoke, he lit a cigarette and went into the yard.

He sighed again, feeling the coolness in the air.

He took out his phone, found Jiang Jiahe's number, paused for a moment, and then turned off the screen.

The Jiang family and that person are stubborn; they've often clashed with him in the past.

If I were to go and beg him, I don't know what kind of mess I would be made of!