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

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and dewdrops were still clinging to the wild grass.

The noisy shouts of vendors could already be heard along the village road.

"Harvest watermelons! Harvest watermelons!"

"It's going to rain, hurry up and sell!"

"Once it's soaked in water, it's worthless!"

They parked their truck at the village entrance, and judging by their posture, they were certain they would be able to get a large truckload towed away today.

Jiang Lin, Lin Tao, and others were picking watermelons in the field. Several baskets had already been filled and neatly placed by the roadside.

A vendor rode up on an electric scooter, pointing at the watermelons: "Hey buddy, wanna sell some watermelons?"

Several villagers working in the fields also looked over.

Chen Du put down a basket of watermelons, grinned, and offered a cigarette: "How much per pound?"

The vendor put a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Five cents. We've got a lot today, we can haul a whole truckload for you."

Upon hearing the price, the villagers who had been watching the spectacle began to discuss it amongst themselves.

"They even said that if they brought a big truck here today, the price would be higher."

"Same as yesterday."

"That's right, we sold them all for 50 cents a pound, and we won't even get our costs back this year."

Chen Du exclaimed "Oh dear!" and teased, "You guys might as well just rob us!"

The vendor wasn't angry: "Hey, you can't say that."

"It depends on the market. It's just that your watermelons are pretty good, so we're willing to run around selling them."

"Look at those across the river, has anyone gone to collect them?"

"It'll just rot in the ground anyway."

"It's about to rain, and if it gets flooded, there won't be anyone left to collect everything."

Are you selling these?

Chen Du chuckled and said, "These are all pre-ordered; we're not selling them to you."

The vendor said irritably, "You think you can fool me?"

Chen Du said, "Ask him. If you offer a high price, I'll sell it to you."

The vendor asked, "What's wrong? You might not be able to get a higher price than me?"

Chen Du glanced at the people around him, lowered his voice, and held up one finger: "Can you afford this amount?"

"One yuan?" The vendor scoffed, his voice unconsciously rising a few decibels. "If that bodhisattva has a kind heart, just sell it to them!"

"You'll regret it if you can't get paid!"

At this moment, Lin Tao shouted in a stern tone, "Chen Erwa!"

"Hey, here it comes!"

Everyone saw Chen Du quickly run over, and from a distance it seemed as if Lin Tao was scolding him, so he could only laugh awkwardly.

This scene undoubtedly confirms what was just said.

"It really is a piece!"

"I thought what they were spreading last night was all fake."

"I'll call my partner and tell them!"

In the past few days, although the dealers have been offering low prices, many villagers have still managed to sell some.

What else can we do but sell them? Let them rot in the ground and become fertilizer.

But once the news of the price of one yuan per kilogram came out, no one had any intention of selling anymore.

Actually, some people had already gone up to the hillside in the morning, but they didn't get any useful information from the Jiang family and their spouse.

They always say the kids did it themselves, that they have no say in the matter.

Anyone with eyes can see that with so many households in the village, and they even farm together, it will be difficult to get things done no matter which one they agree to.

As for Jiang Lin, since he's helping a few childhood friends, no one can say anything about it.

And the pressure naturally fell on Li Shujie.

Before the villagers could even come to him, Li Shujie had already ridden his electric scooter to find them.

"Hey, Secretary Li!" a villager greeted.

Li Shujie parked his electric scooter, nodded reluctantly, took a deep breath, and got off the scooter himself: "Jiang Lin, busy?"

Jiang Lin stood up and patted the sand off his hands: "Good morning, Secretary Li. Stop messing around and help them fix it."

Li Shujie glanced at the newly pasted label on the watermelon and forced a smile: "It looks pretty decent."

"It's like this, Jiang Lin, you know the situation with the watermelons in Zicun this year. I was the one who took the lead, and I was very anxious. It's about to rain, and the watermelons in the fields can't wait..."

Jiang Lin interrupted him: "I know the situation, but it's my house, so my opinion doesn't count. You have to go to Banpo to find my old man."

"You two..."

Li Shujie originally wanted to say that you two are playing tai chi here. When others look for your father, your father claims it's you. When I look for you, you claim it's your father.

But then, he suddenly realized what was going on!

He looked at Jiang Lin seriously and said with a wry smile, "You little brat, were you waiting for me here? Still holding a grudge about me not stamping your poverty certificate back then..."

Jiang Lin looked completely innocent: "How could that be? Private matters are private matters, and public matters are public matters. Everything must be done according to the rules."

"My father and grandfather are both here; how could I, a junior, dare to make such a big decision!"

"If we accidentally miss one, we'll offend someone."

Li Shujie wasn't angry; he knew how to handle the situation: "You're much more cunning than your old man!"

"Alright, I'll go find your father."

Li Shujie turned around and rode his electric scooter for about ten minutes on the bumpy road. He saw Jiang Jiahe and his wife making ditches and applying fertilizer in the field.

Without hesitation, he stepped down and got straight to the point, his tone sincere: "Second Brother Jiang, could you please do me a favor?"

Jiang Jiahe leaned against his hoe, looked at Li Shujie's anxious and sincere face, paused for a moment, then took out his phone: "I'll call Jiang Lin back."

For Jiang Jiahe, the fact that the village party secretary was willing to swallow his pride and utter the word "beg" meant that everything else could be overlooked.

Li Shujie glanced at his actions and was somewhat moved.

Clearly, this family had planned to help long ago.

However, we have to wait for his attitude.

He thought for a moment and said, "It was my fault before."

Jiang Jiahe waved his hand: "It's all in the past..."

When Jiang Lin received the call, he was already walking back.

The watermelons for the school have been prepared, and Lin Tao will be there soon.

When I got home, a table was set up in the courtyard, with tea and some snacks laid out.

Judging from his appearance, his father's anger had subsided.

Li Shujie looked at Jiang Lin's figure and immediately stood up from his chair, his face showing a mixture of eagerness and anticipation.

"You're back." He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and as he spoke, he suddenly chuckled to himself, "You little rascal!"

Jiang Lin looked puzzled: "What's wrong with me?"

"Weren't you supposed to come back and talk about selling watermelons?"

Li Shujie nodded: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Hurry, hurry!"

Time waits for no one!

Jiang Lin pulled up a chair, sat down at the table, and then slowly took a sip of tea from the teacup on the table before finally getting to the point.

"Secretary Li, I am aware of the situation in the village. If I can help, I will do my best to help."

"But helping doesn't mean taking on everything, nor does it mean doing charity."

"Therefore, some things need to be said upfront, and we need to make the rules clear."