Traveling through time with billions of supplies to become a farmer's little fortune

After County Magistrate Qian Feng said goodbye to Old Man Su, he was taken by Su Muyao to several households in the village that also grew watermelons to make orders.

After all, some of the melons were not ripe yet, and the county magistrate was afraid that they would be bought by others, so he wanted to give the deposit to the villagers and let them keep the watermelons for him.

Su Muyao brought the county magistrate to the big tree at the entrance of the village.

"Oh my, this lucky little boy is coming towards us with the county magistrate."

"Yes, is the county magistrate going back? Why did he ask Little Lucky Star to see him off?"

Su Muyao came up and said, "Fourth Grandma, Grandma Liu, Grandma Wang, Aunt Hua, the county magistrate wants to buy some watermelons. Bring them here and discuss the price."

The so-called Fourth Grandma is somewhat related to Su Moyao's family. When she heard this, she thought that they didn't grow many trees, so why would they buy from them? "

"Aunts, if any family grows winter melons, I will charge them ten taels of silver for each plant."

As soon as these words were spoken, the villagers were stunned.

"Mr. Magistrate, how much do you want to get from one tree?"

"Is Hangua the watermelon?"

"Auntie, the watermelon you are talking about is the same as the winter melon I am talking about.

Everyone, please do a quick calculation with ten taels of silver to see how many melons each family can produce, and I will give you the deposit first."

Qian Feng gave the villagers ten taels of silver after careful consideration.

He bought the melons from the county lady, so it was impossible that the melons from these villagers were priced the same as those from Xiao Fuxing's family.

So I thought that ten taels of watermelon per piece was already a very high price for these villagers, so my price should be fair.

Although Su Muyao heard the county magistrate say that he would only give the villagers ten taels of silver for each melon, she did not say anything because the price would be much higher than what the villagers could get if they sold the melon themselves.

Old Mrs. Wang's daughter-in-law was nearby and when she heard this she hurried home to call her husband over.

Soon, these old ladies who grew watermelons at home went back home to find the head of the family.

After all, ten taels of silver is not something you can decide on your own.

Soon the old village chief also rushed over, and when he heard that it was the county magistrate, he hurried forward to greet him.

The villagers were very happy to learn that they had to pay a high price for their watermelons.

The family who planted watermelons said: "Hey, hurry up and go, don't be too late, the county magistrate will not harvest them."

"Mom, are you sure you heard it right? Unless you are a fool, you would not want to pay ten taels of silver for one of these."

The one who was speaking was Grandma Wang's son. The daughter-in-law next to him also interrupted and said, "Yeah, Mom, did you hear it wrong? Even if it's delicious, you shouldn't spend so much money, right?"

"Hey, I'm not deaf, follow me."

This scene is basically happening in every home that grows winter melons.

After all, ten taels of silver for a watermelon was really hard for them to accept. When did money become so worthless?

When all the villagers gathered at the entrance of the village, two large tables were set up under the big tree at the entrance, and the two sons of the village chief each held a pen and paper and took notes.

"The Zhao family can provide three people, 30 taels of silver for signing their names, or pressing fingerprints if they can't write."

Old Man Zhao stepped forward and pressed his fingerprint, and the county magistrate took the thirty taels of silver given on the note.

When Su Sanlang came over, he found that the county magistrate had actually paid all the silver. Didn't he say that he should pay the deposit first and then the balance after the deal was settled?

"Why is Dad here too?"

"Hey boy, tell dad what's going on here."

Su Muyao said slowly: "The county magistrate said that we are all honest people, so we don't care about the deposit. As long as there are melons at home and they can be taken out, we will pay them all."

"Yes, thanks to your family, especially little Lucky Star."

"That's right, Su Sanlang, you are so lucky to have such a blessed little girl."

"Not only is she blessed, but she is also beautiful. She must be a fairy from heaven."

"Hahaha, who says it isn't? Look at this pink and tender little face."

The surrounding villagers surrounded Su Sanlang, praising Su Muyao one after another.

Su Muyao's face turned red when she was praised, and she broke free from her father's arms and ran to the side.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Long Yuan standing by the tree.

"You didn't sell all your melons to him, did you?"

"How is that possible? I promised you that I would keep the melon for you a long time ago."

Long Yuan snorted coldly and said, "I originally wanted to wait until your melons are ripe before picking them, but now someone is trying to steal my business."

"Hahaha, who told you not to strike first?"

After the county magistrate left, the village became bustling with activity. Whether people had sold their melons or not, all gathered together and chattered.

"It's all your fault, old man. If you hadn't said that we had to grow potatoes and sweet potatoes, wouldn't we have been able to set aside two acres of land to grow watermelons like the Su family? Wouldn't that make us rich?"

Old Mrs. Qin scolded her old man. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became because she already had a lot of land.

Old Mrs. Su got along well with me, so she asked me to plant some crops as well.

When I discussed this with my family, they all agreed that since the yields of sweet potatoes and potatoes were so high, there was no need to bother with other things.

Now is it okay? I can only envy others for charging so much money.

The village had discussed this before, and finally decided to grow only sweet potatoes and potatoes after some hesitation.

And those who planted a few of these in their own vegetable gardens and waited for them to bear fruit and feed them to their children basically sold them at sky-high prices.

When Old Man Su told the crowd that the melons would be sold to the capital to be eaten by the emperor and his concubines in the palace, the villagers became even more excited.

What they think now is that whether they can sell the watermelons for silver is no longer important. The most proud thing is that the emperor eats the watermelons they grow.

When Su Muyao returned home, she saw Old Lady Su steaming rice, washing a large basin of vegetables, and frying a large bowl of egg sauce.

He even took down the big piece of bacon hanging on the beam and fried it into a pot of chili peppers.

When Su Muyao arrived at the kitchen, she found a large pot of pork ribs soup stewing in the pot.

"Grandma, what a good day today is. You've prepared such a sumptuous meal."

"You're back good boy. Please ask the village chief and a few other old men in your village to come to our house as guests later."

"okay"

Soon, several respected people in the village gathered at Old Man Su's house.

Several people looked at the two large bowls of fresh watermelon on the table and felt a pang of pain in their flesh.

Of course they knew that if someone came to buy watermelons today, each watermelon would cost ten taels of silver.

An adult laborer cannot earn ten taels of silver even if he does not eat or drink for a whole year.

"Old Su, you are really willing to spend such a huge amount of money."

"We have to eat it, we have to try this fresh food. We can't grow it with so much effort and not know what it tastes like, right?"

Having said that, each of the families who came sold two or three.

It's just like getting twenty or thirty taels of silver for free. If I had known earlier, I would have asked for two more watermelon vines.

After eating and drinking, Old Man Su started to talk about business.

Old Man Su got straight to the point and said, "The county magistrate is going to sell these watermelons and cantaloupes to the capital. There are so many dignitaries in the capital, and their reputation will surely spread by then."

When several village elders heard this, their eyes lit up. Yes, they heard that these watermelons were only tributes.

Now they can grow it themselves. Won’t they become rich by relying on these watermelons next year?