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

Li Shujie immediately grabbed a flashlight and prepared to go out.

His wife, watching his actions, asked, "Why are you going out so late, Zi'an?"

"Jiang Lin made a call saying someone in the field is slacking off. I'll go check it out. If they really haven't been taking care of it, they'll have to get to work before sunrise tomorrow."

"Hey, this kid knows everything that's going on at home, even though he's outside."

Li Shujie coughed and said, "Just say that inside the house, don't say it outside. If you try to slack off on chores, who knows who you'll get in trouble with!"

How did they know? Someone must have reported it.

Li Shujie didn't have any other thoughts, which only showed that Jiang Lin really took family matters seriously.

It would be a disgrace for him if he couldn't manage this group of people.

He took the flashlight and walked into the field, heading straight for those plots of land where the farmers were usually quite lazy.

You don't even need to look too closely; these people are clearly being lazy, just using straw as makeshift mats here and there.

Secretary Li was also quite helpless, so he took out his phone and called these households, and started berating them.

"He's been doing this for decades, does he really need someone to watch over him just to farm?"

"Don't you have any idea whether the land itself can deceive you?"

"How you treat the land is how the land will treat you!"

"Get everything sorted out before sunrise tomorrow morning. Keep a close eye on things, okay? Everyone else will get paid, but you few won't. Don't just complain!"

As he spoke, he circled the entire fifty acres.

For Li Shujie, Jiang Lin taking over the fifty acres of land and bringing management methods was helping him.

Moreover, after their conversation that day, he discovered that Jiang Lin had further plans.

This is a tremendous opportunity for the entire Dongfeng Village.

He was, of course, extremely concerned.

For Li Shujie, these fifty acres of watermelons were his pledge of allegiance to Jiang Lin.

If they can't even manage fifty acres of sweet potatoes, how can they expect these people to take care of the strawberries that require even more effort later on?

Land? Where can't you find land? Does Jiang Lin think he can't find land around the provincial capital?

Why bother driving hundreds of kilometers back to your hometown just to do this!

Li Shujie has already figured out the next steps. The village will be responsible for planting, but not like now, where each family goes to plant their original plots. Instead, the village will directly allocate the land.

In fact, these fifty acres of land already belong to the village. We hadn't done this before, mainly because we were thinking of taking it one step at a time.

Now that some people are not following orders, we might as well just take them out.

Those who are diligent not only receive dividends from the contracted land, but also earn wages for management.

As for these lazy people, they probably don't want to earn this money either.

Just then, someone came over carrying straw and a flashlight.

Seeing the flashlight beams coming from afar, someone quickly approached and said, "Secretary, you're still up so late?"

They were the families who had just been scolded.

The Party Secretary glanced at the group and said, "Now that you're here, get to work!"

"That kid Jiang Lin, he's practically feeding you guys his food!"

"If this is still messed up..."

"You won't have another chance. See if the rest of the village will drown you in their spit!"

The group quickly apologized with smiles, saying, "Secretary is right to reprimand us. That's why we're here to make amends."

Li Shujie scoffed, "I'm too lazy to argue with you guys!"

……

At eight o'clock in the morning, Jiang Lin called his fifth uncle and asked him to go to the print shop. He then sent the design from his computer to the print shop's QQ account and told them how to print it.

The fifth uncle took the printed materials home, and the brothers looked at the drawings and plan descriptions, all of them somewhat perplexed.

Weeding and fertilizing are fine; they can understand that.

But they really couldn't understand things like this.

They certainly knew that fruit thinning was necessary for better fruit quality.

But according to Jiang Lin's plan, one-third of the fruit on the tree still needs to be picked.

What's being removed—that's all money...

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Lin's third uncle still called Jiang Lin: "Based on past experience, these trees should be able to bear this many fruits."

"If we follow this plan, we'll have to harvest another third..."

"It's such a pity."

Jiang Lin walked onto the balcony: "Uncle, the plan was made by a teacher from the Agricultural University. It was based on the actual situation of our garden, and each tree was precisely calculated according to its condition."

"I know you think that based on past experience, it's likely to fail again."

"What was the situation like in previous years?"

"Is it just that the fruits are different sizes? Even though they're from the same tree, why are their sweetness levels different?"

"Then you pick and choose, wholesale some, sell some in the market, and sell the rest at low prices to factories?"

After Jiang Lin said this, his uncles all fell silent.

Yes, that's true.

Moreover, because of that incident last year, the factory almost didn't even want the remaining candidates!

"Uncles, what we need to do now is take the high-quality route; we can't follow the old path anymore."

Jiang Lin said earnestly, "If you want to make money from farming, there are only two ways: one is to focus on high-quality products, and the other is to scale up operations."

"But the land in our area is neither suitable for nor can we afford machinery, so it's impossible to really scale up operations."

"This 100-acre orchard is too much for the three of you families to manage. You'll need to hire people to help with the management later."

"Without quantity, we can only win through quality!"

"Otherwise, how can we make money?"

"Each fruit must meet the standards: uniform size, appropriate sweetness, and attractive appearance. This is no easy task."

"This must be subject to strict management regulations!"

"Using the most scientifically formulated nutrient ratios, we ensure that the tree's nutrients are delivered to the fruit in the most optimal way!"

He softened his voice: "I know it hurts to have so many things removed, and you all think it's all money."

"But the reality of the market is that 3000 jin of ordinary fruit is not as valuable as 1000 jin of premium fruit!"

"In the past, the regular fruit sold for one yuan per pound, but who would want the lower-quality fruit for fifty cents per pound?"

"We've only picked a third of it, let's do the math."

At this point, Jiang Lin decided to strike while the iron was hot and briefly explained what followed: "Since we've come this far, let me emphasize it again."

"The fertilizer ratios in the plan really need to be measured strictly with a scale."

"I also come from the countryside, so I know how it was done before. It was just about grabbing with your hands, scooping with a ladle, and roughly estimating until it was about right."

"It's not that I, as your nephew, have many fancy demands."

"But if you want to produce good products, that's the only way to do it!"

"My uncles might have had some trouble accepting it at first."

"But you'll see results in just half a month or a month."

Silence, a long silence.

Jiang Lin had actually convinced the uncles.

But it still felt a bit awkward.

After a long silence, Uncle San finally let out a long sigh of relief: "Alright, we'll do it this way!"