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

Be scientific, follow the rules...

planning……

These words are too far removed from the vocabulary of these old farmers in the yard; they used to only hear them on the evening news at seven o'clock.

Now that it came out of Li Shujie's mouth and into everyone's ears, it had a surprisingly heavy sense of reality.

After all, the harvest of watermelons from those fifty acres of land was right there for all to see.

"Are we on the path of the times?" someone muttered, mimicking a line from the evening news.

"Secretary, don't try to make empty promises to us," someone joked.

"Who's making empty promises to you? The person who's actually delivering is sitting right next to us." Li Shujie nodded toward Jiang Lin, a smile on his face.

Third Aunt stopped fanning herself with her palm-leaf fan and came up from behind, "Little one, I heard that strawberries are really expensive at the supermarket, more than ten yuan a pound."

"Are we going to plant that kind?"

Jiang Lin smiled and said, "That's right."

Third Auntie did some mental calculations: "Fifty acres, that's several million!"

"There aren't that many," Jiang Lin explained patiently. "If it were that easy to earn, everyone might as well grow strawberries."

"Our fifty acres cost over a million yuan just for the greenhouses, not to mention the seedlings, fertilizer, and labor."

"In the end, it'll probably be about the same as growing watermelons."

"The advantage of our current model is that we only need to ensure the crops are grown well, and someone will harvest them!"

"Hiss..." Everyone gasped. "Each greenhouse costs over a million!"

"Hey Jiang Lin, I never realized you were so rich!"

Upon hearing this, many people perked up their ears.

A millionaire in the countryside, that's something else!

There isn't a single one in Dongfeng Village.

Before Jiang Lin could speak, Li Shujie interjected, "He has money? Do you think he can afford to pay for it himself?"

Li Shujie said in a deep voice, "This money was an investment that Jiang Lin secured from outside."

The courtyard fell silent again.

"One million..." someone murmured repeatedly, "Are people outside that rich? They just casually give a student a million to farm?"

"If you can't speak, can't you just shut up?"

"What's wrong with the students? Is Jiang Lin in trouble?"

"They're even helping you make money!"

"Hey, hey, that's not what I meant."

"It just feels a bit unbelievable!"

A million is too far away for them.

It sounds just like the previous plans, like they're floating in the sky.

Li Shujie continued, "For investors, it doesn't matter where they go to plant crops. Why do they specifically choose to pour their money into our Dongfeng Village?"

He glanced at everyone: "It's all because others trust Jiang Lin!"

"It was Jiang Lin who was willing to bring this opportunity back to us!"

"You think this money is so easy to get?"

"So, during the training later, you must study hard and plant properly!"

"We older generations can't let other people's children down!"

No one spoke for a moment; then someone took a breath and replied, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"The secretary is right."

"Once we start planting, we'll definitely do a good job and make sure the kids don't fail us."

In the corner, Jiang Guofu stubbed out his cigarette butt on the ground and then rubbed it twice with his shoe.

One million...

His lips moved, but he refrained from speaking.

But his eyes had lost their earlier sharpness.

Growing strawberries and getting a year-end bonus, plus a regular wage—is there really such a good thing in the world, falling into the village like this?

I've already offended Li Shujie so badly, it's too late to back out now.

A few people nearby glanced at him discreetly, secretly relieved that they hadn't acted impulsively earlier.

Otherwise, they wouldn't get a share of the strawberry profits.

At the front, Auntie San continued to ask, "Youngest son, most of us can't even read many words. Will we be able to understand your training?"

Her question resonated with everyone, who chimed in, "That's right! What if we can't learn it? Then we won't earn any money!"

Jiang Lin laughed and said, "Don't worry, Third Aunt, if you can grow watermelons, why are you afraid you can't grow strawberries?"

"These two things are not the same thing," Third Aunt said, with a hint of worry in her eyes. "Your kind of shed costs millions. If we mess it up, we can't afford to lose money."

Jiang Lin patiently explained, "The purpose of training you is not to prepare you for university entrance exams, but to teach you how to operate the equipment in the greenhouse and to work according to standards and procedures."

"For example, when to water, how much water to water, when to fertilize, what kind of fertilizer to use, and how many fruits to leave on a vine."

"Isn't it the same as growing watermelons?"

Third Aunt and everyone else nodded: "Oh, you said something, then we wouldn't have to worry anymore."

The courtyard became lively again, with some people whispering and laughing, and others counting on their fingers.

Jiang Lin coughed lightly: "This, strawberry, or rather, a pancake, is a bit of a stretch."

"The contract will be stamped later; let's deliver on the other promise first."

Hearing Jiang Lin's voice, everyone's eyes turned to him again.

Then, they saw a move that was so familiar it couldn't be more so.

Jiang Lin unzipped his backpack and started taking out money.

Bundles of tickets, a stack of loose tickets, and a pile of loose tickets were placed on the table.

"This!" The palm-leaf fan in Third Aunt's hand fell to the ground.

Many people suddenly stood up, and a piercing "squeak" sound came from the courtyard.

The people behind them also instinctively looked towards the money, wondering, "Is this... another handout?"

Secretary Li glanced at everyone, a hint of smugness on his face. You all didn't expect this, did you?

He hung his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and then opened the account book he had just read.

Jiang Lin spoke up: "The 43,000 catties of watermelons we sent last time were preserved very well."

"The market is doing well now, so I tried to negotiate with the client."

"There were 30,000 jin of watermelons in there, and we managed to secure a second dividend of 50 cents!"

He paused for a moment, then said, "These 30,000 jin will not be distributed according to the order of delivery, but according to the proportion of melons delivered by everyone before."

"I've already asked the secretary to calculate the accounts."

Everyone then realized that the secretary had been writing and drawing all that time to calculate how much money they would get!

Without the Party Secretary even saying a word, everyone was already quickly calculating in their minds how much money they would receive.

"We can still get more than 1,200 yuan from our family!" Third Aunt grinned, her face practically beaming with joy.

Secretary Li wiped his mouth with saliva and began calling out names to distribute money.

Jiang Guofu shrank back, his eyes fixed on the thinning bills on the table.

He swallowed hard.

He just gave Li Shujie a good scolding, and if Li Shujie doesn't settle the score for him...

As he was thinking this, he heard Li Shujie call out, "Jiang Guofu..."

He suddenly looked up!

"Six hundred and twenty yuan."