"Okay, your family doesn't have to plant my watermelon." Mu Xiu glanced at the man, with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and his eyes were circling. He looked like he was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"I won't plant it yet." The man lost face, stood up, turned around and left.

"These watermelon seeds are only available in my family. If my family doesn't, they will not be able to plant them next year. Moreover, there will be no money to make. As long as you plant them well this year, there will be next year and the year after tomorrow, and the profit will be considerable. If there are any good projects in my family in the future, I will still give priority to those who understand the rules." Mu Xiu's words calmed everyone down.

These people may not have much money, but their hard life has made them settle accounts very carefully.

Soon, someone said, "Muxiu, my family has acre of land, and they all follow you to plant watermelons."

"Uncle Wang, you have thought about it. After signing the contract, you can't regret it." Mu Xiu reminded kindly.

"If you have any regrets, what you plant is not sold for sale. Watermelon should be easier to serve than crops, and it can be sold at your doorstep, which is easier to save trouble." Wang Zhenhua's land at home cannot raise fish with rice. He was jealous of other people's family making more money. Now that he has such an opportunity, he agrees with both hands.

"Yes, doing business requires a long-term business. To be honest, even if Mu Xiu doesn't ask us to plant, he can find people to plant in other villages. It's because Mu Xiu's family is kind-hearted and thinks about our village first if there is any good thing. People, you have to know how to be grateful." Although Mr. Zhang is old, his heart is bright.

"Uncle Zhang, I didn't expect you to be a sensible person." Chen Xiangyang nodded, feeling deeply relieved.

"I have lived for a long time, and I have seen too many worldly ways. Think about it yourself. If you have the ability, you will think of whether you will think of you when you make money or have good things." Uncle Zhang has a nephew who runs a factory outside. After having the ability, he has never contacted you again.

There are still a few poor relatives in the rich family. At this moment, the villagers who are living there also have a few rich relatives, but they all stop coming and going. It turns out that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors.

"Mu Xiu, my family also grows it, but I don't know how to write, can't I put my handprints on it?" Dad Li said loudly.

"It's my family."

“My family also planted.”

The villagers who have figured it out, strive to sign up first.

"Okay, okay, since the villagers believe me, I will definitely not let everyone down."

Mu Xiu smiled and turned her head to Chen Xiangyang and said, "Village Party Secretary, you can register the list and how much land you can grow watermelons. I will come to build a contract here."

"Okay, I'll get paper and pen. Everyone line up first, come one by one." Chen Xiangyang went into the house and took out paper and pen, handed it to Mu Xiu, and the two began to divide the work and cooperate.

"Wang Zhenhua, the family has a total of one acre of land, and they all grow watermelons." Wang Zhenhua ranked first in the team and reported loudly.

Chen Xiangyang held a pen and wrote quickly.

Mu Xiu, who was bespoke, had a relatively simple contract. At that time, there was no printer, so Mu Xiu could only write it one by one. Fortunately, the content was less, but the speed was significantly lower than Chen Xiangyang next to him.

After Chen Xiangyang registered, he started writing the contract with the model of the contract. Mu Xiu asked for signatures or handprints one by one there, and then issued a deposit.

I spent a busy afternoon before I signed all the contracts and paid the deposit.

"Everyone goes home and fertilize the fields well. By the end of March, I will go door to door to guide how to grow watermelons. If the fields are fertilized, watermelons will naturally be highly productive and can be sold for more money. After collecting the watermelons, they can continue to plant a crop of rice." Mu Xiu said with a smile while rubbing his sore wrist.

After seeing off the villagers, Mu Xiu took out the contract and began to check carefully. Chen Xiangyang also took the list and looked at it again.

"Mu Xiu, you said you need 36 acres of land, but now there are 48 acres registered. Will there be too many?" Chen Xiangyang looked at Mu Xiu worriedly.

"It's not a problem. If you grow watermelons in the first year, there will definitely be depletion. In addition, there will be insufficient experience, which will also cause the watermelon production to be low, with more variety and more insurance." Mu Xiu had already considered these factors.

"You are still thoughtful. I will take the list. Then I will supervise everyone's land." Chen Xiangyang also hopes that the whole village can get rid of poverty and become rich, so he is particularly concerned.

"Then thank you, I'll go home first." Mu Xiu looked at his watch. Time flies so fast. It's already six o'clock now, and it's dark outside.

"Mu Xiu, just stay for a meal." Aunt Chen said enthusiastically.

"No, I didn't tell my mother, I must have waited for me to come home to have dinner together." Mu Xiu stood up.

"Okay, be careful on the way." Chen Xiangyang reminded.

"I'm leaving, Uncle Chen, Aunt Chen, see you back." Mu Xiu left Chen Xiangyang's home.

At Mu Xiu's house, Zhou Shuilian and Zhou Huada were having a lot of chats, and all the topics were centered around Mu Zhi.

One wants to say and the other cooperates attentively, time can't help but pass very quickly.

"Muzhi is so awesome." Zhou Huada exclaimed.

"No, at that time, no one knew that Muzhi was capable, beautiful and had a good temperament." Zhou Shuilian took a sip of water and spared no effort to praise Muzhi.

"Muzhi is also very capable now. She takes care of her children alone and works hard to make money." Zhou Huada felt both distressed and proud.

"Kang Kang is also sensible and obedient. After he comes back, he often talks about Uncle Zhou, and he is quite destined to be with you." Zhou Shuilian said quickly because Zhou Huada despises Mu Zhi and takes a child.

"I also like Kang Kang very much. If I have such a son, I will laugh in my dreams." Zhou Huada remembered Kang Kang's cute appearance and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Shuilian's smile on her face became deeper and deeper. It seems that Zhou Huada really likes Muzhi, and Kang Kang also likes Aiwu and Wu.

"Uncle Zhou, you are here." Mu Xiu's words interrupted the chat between the two.

"I'll be back so soon, what's going on?" Zhou Shuilian and Zhou Huada were so speculative that they forgot the time.

"Mom, it's already half past six." Mu Xiu said helplessly.

"Ah, it's too late! I'll cook quickly." Zhou Shuilian exclaimed.

"My father and Grandma Chen are already cooking." When Mu Xiu came back, she saw Mushui washing vegetables.

"I'm already doing it, really, I won't remind me." Zhou Shuilian complained.

"I guess my father didn't interrupt you when he saw you and Uncle Zhou were chatting." Mu Xiu sat down, picked up the teapot and poured a glass of water. He worked for the afternoon and didn't even have time to drink a few sips of water.
Chapter completed!