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

Li Shujie's courtyard was packed with people.

Before it was completely dark, the 100-watt incandescent light bulb in the secretary's house was already lit, and small flying insects kept circling and bumping into each other, making a faint "ding-ding-ding" sound.

Wearing his reading glasses, Li Shujie used the lamplight to calculate the proportion of the 43,000 jin from each household.

The crowd buzzed, none of them knowing why Secretary Li had summoned them.

"They're probably talking about those guys who want to sell watermelons secretly," someone speculated.

The vendors loitered around the watermelon patch every day. While it wasn't that people were panicking, it was clear to everyone that some had been persuaded.

However, most people still remember Jiang Lin's good deeds and know that the current good harvest and good times are all thanks to Jiang Lin.

"What's the point of this?" Jiang Lin's third aunt fanned herself with a palm-leaf fan, swatting away mosquitoes. "Anyone who dares to sell illegally will be tied up and beaten!"

"What's the trend now? Can't you see it? These fifty acres are about to yield results!"

She didn't try to hide it; her voice was very loud.

Hearing her voice, the others laughed as well.

Who cares how much the vendors collect? If we follow Jiang Lin's method now, each household can easily produce at least ten thousand catties.

That's ten thousand yuan.

This year's watermelons should earn me at least ten thousand yuan!

"Oh dear, young people are so quick-witted! If we had continued with our old methods, we would have lost money on our underwear this year."

"That's right, I will never do anything so ungrateful!"

Jiang Guofu and his friends sat in the corner of the courtyard smoking, listening to the discussions, their faces showing expressions of disgust, as if they had just eaten shit.

Just then, a young figure walked in through the door.

"Jiang Lin!"

"Hey, kid, you're back."

Third Aunt took the lead in greeting people, and the courtyard immediately became lively.

Jiang Lin, still carrying his schoolbag, smiled when he heard the sounds: "Hey, I have something to discuss with everyone when I get back."

"So calling the Party Secretary brought over all the older folks, which disturbed your rest."

"Oh dear, stop talking about this."

"We're just here to chat and have some fun."

"Really? What's up?"

"Are you getting ready to harvest the watermelons?"

A cacophony of voices erupted.

Jiang Lin squeezed to the side of the eight-immortal table inside, and someone handed him a stool and brought over some freshly brewed tea.

In the eyes of the villagers, Jiang Lin is now a highly sought-after person who needs to be treated well.

Secretary Li reached out and pressed down, "Alright, alright, stop arguing."

He took off his reading glasses and put his notebook aside: "I called everyone over today because I have something important to discuss."

His gaze swept over everyone, and the courtyard fell silent.

"Before we get down to business, let me first talk about the bad habits in our village!"

"Someone came to me today and said they wanted to sell watermelons privately!"

"Tell them the vendors outside will give you 1.2 yuan!"

He spoke as if it were just a casual remark, without deliberately looking at anyone.

But the big guys next to them all knew who they were.

The village is so small, and this afternoon, many people heard Secretary Li talking loudly in the courtyard.

Jiang Guofu shrank back, pursing his lips: "I said it, so what? The highest bidder wins, it's only fair!"

Li Shujie took out the previously signed contract, slammed it on the table, and gave him a cold glance.

"Highest bidder wins?"

"As far as we're concerned, we have good watermelons to harvest now, all thanks to Jiang Lin."

"Logically speaking, the contract, in black and white, was already signed!"

"Nothing you say makes sense!"

"He's incapable of working properly, but he's quick to cheat, slack off, and do crooked things without any instruction."

Jiang Guofu's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Li Shujie was truly determined to make an example of someone today, so he bluntly said, "I'm putting this out there: after this season's watermelons are planted, you won't get a share of the subsequent plantings."

"The land belongs to the village. The money for leasing the land will be paid in full every year. But whatever grows on the land in the future has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Guofu was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled: "If it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's more than enough. What's so strange about farming?"

He gave up, continuing his sarcastic remark, "You, Li Shujie, are just lucky to have met someone to pick you up this year. Otherwise, you'd be drowning in their spittle!"

Someone nearby grew impatient and tugged at him, saying, "Hey, say less!"

Li Shujie wasn't angry; instead, he laughed: "I deserved to be drowned in saliva!"

"Unfortunately, God felt that I was not destined to die, so He arranged for Jiang Lin to come back."

"This is my opportunity, Li Shujie's opportunity, everyone's opportunity, and Dongfeng Village's opportunity!"

"If you don't want to farm, that's fine. The land has already been transferred. You can stay home and do your thing. Don't bother anyone else."

He turned to the group of people next to Jiang Guofu: "And you guys, if you don't want to farm, that's fine too. Just like him, you won't be shortchanged a penny of the money you get for contracting the land at the end of the year."

The others chuckled sheepishly: "Secretary, we still want to plant it."

"Want to plant it?" Li Shujie looked at him. "Planting it isn't that easy!"

As Secretary Li spoke, he took out another contract.

"Jiang Lin is back today to formally sign a contract with the village."

"Based on a yield of 600 jin of millet per mu per year, and the final settlement based on the unified market purchase price of millet, it would be approximately 800 yuan per mu at current prices."

He glanced at the crowd and said, "This money is settled once a year. You can do the math and see how much you get."

"Then after the watermelons are harvested, the next plan for these 50 acres is to plant strawberries."

"If we build greenhouses, the planting methods will be completely different from before."

"From now on, when hiring people, we will give priority to people from our own village."

He paused, then said, "I need to get paid!"

The quiet courtyard suddenly began to buzz: "Does this mean that farming will be just like going to work in the future?"

"Hey, that's still a must."

"But this method of planting might be difficult!"

"Shh, let Secretary Li finish speaking!"

Secretary Li continued, "Indeed, the way we pay wages is different from before. We need to provide training and take exams. Only those who pass the exams can start working."

"As for the amount of wages, it depends on the individual's ability and will be calculated accordingly."

"Jiang Lin made a promise to the village, which was written in the contract: if the strawberries are grown well, there will be a share of the profits after they are sold."

As he spoke, he slammed the contract onto the table and let out a long sigh of relief.

The idea of ​​leading everyone to prosperity that had been lingering in my mind finally found a place to take root.

"From now on, the way we farm in Dongfeng Village will also have to change."

"We must abide by rules, uphold integrity, and act scientifically."

"Once we achieve initial success with this 50-mu pilot project, we can then plan for the entire brigade and the entire village..."