All realms have enabled me to achieve the Great Dao.

Back in the village, Zhou Yongcheng went to the fishpond. There were people fishing by the pond, so Zhou Yongcheng went over.

"Brother Qiang, is fishing easy?"

"I can't catch anything. The fishing rod is too short. I can't catch anything from the side," Zhou Yongqiang said.

The fishpond was originally land on both sides, and even after it was filled with water, the water level on both sides was not very deep, less than one meter deep.

"Buy a longer fishing rod and cast it to the middle. Yours is probably only a little over four meters long."

"Four and a half meters, just for fun fishing."

The two exchanged fishing tips. Zhou Yongcheng had never fished before, but he loved watching online fishing streamers and had learned a lot about fishing.

While we were chatting, my second uncle called out to Zhou Yongcheng from upstairs.

When Zhou Yongcheng arrived at his second uncle's house, someone was looking for him. Zhou Yongcheng was a little puzzled as to how this person knew he had returned. Perhaps they had seen his car enter the village.

The person who came to see Zhou Yongcheng was Yang Minghong, the village party secretary.

Yang Minghong said, "Yongcheng, actually I didn't want to come to see you, but the town leaders told me to."

"What do the town leaders want with me?"

Could it be that the town leaders heard I have money and want to take advantage of me?

"The oranges grown in Huayang Village are ripe, but they can't be sold. They heard that you have good connections, so they asked me to ask you if you have any way to sell the oranges from Huayang Village."

Zhou Yongcheng from Huayang Village knew that oranges were grown in the south of the town.

"How many oranges does Huayang Village grow? They won't be able to sell them."

“Huayang Village has flat terrain and plenty of sunshine, so there are quite a few orange trees planted there, covering several thousand acres.”

Zhou Yongcheng had no concept of the number of several thousand acres, so he asked again, "How many kilograms of oranges can several thousand acres produce?"

"Last year's output was several million catties, and I heard that this year's output is a little higher than last year's."

Millions of kilograms, so many oranges.

"Were all those millions of kilograms sold last year?"

“Some farmers are selling on their own, some business owners are coming to the village to buy, and government leaders are also helping to sell. Basically, all of them have been sold.”

"They were all sold last year, so they should be fine this year too. I don't think I can find anyone to take over so many oranges anytime soon."

"The leaders said that the price they offered was too low. Last year, oranges were sold for about two yuan per kilogram."

At a little over two yuan per pound, Zhou Yongcheng didn't know much about the price of oranges.

"I'll go to Huayang Village this afternoon and see what happens."

"Then I'll wait for you at the village committee."

"Okay, I'll call you when we arrive."

Yang Minghong got up to say goodbye, but his second uncle wanted him to stay for dinner and wouldn't let him leave.

Zhou Yongcheng suggested that after dinner they go to Huayang Village to take a look.

The three of them chatted inside the house.

After lunch, Zhou Yongcheng drove Yang Minghong to Huayang Village.

The car left the village, passed through the town streets, and then passed through another village before finally arriving at Huayang Village.

After parking his car by the roadside, Zhou Yongcheng saw an endless orange grove. Orange trees covered both flat land and small hills, and the trees were laden with fruit.

Zhou Yongcheng noticed that many of the fruits on the tree were still a little green, and it seemed that they were not yet ripe.

"Uncle Hong, these oranges aren't ripe yet, are they?"

"You can pick them now. If you want to preserve them for a long time, you can pick them now. If you want to sell them immediately after picking, you can wait until all the oranges are ripe."

Zhou Yongcheng never imagined there were so many tricks to picking oranges.

Just like bananas, he used to think that bananas were harvested when their peels were completely yellow. Later, after watching a video explanation, he learned that bananas are harvested when they are still green, which makes them easier to preserve and transport. If they are harvested when they are ripe, they will rot by the time they reach their destination.

"How do the oranges taste here?"

There was a wire mesh fence along the roadside, so they could only look from the outside and couldn't reach the oranges inside.

"You'll know once you try it yourself."

Yang Minghong didn't directly say how the oranges tasted. Zhou Yongcheng glanced at Yang Minghong and thought to himself, "Could it be that the oranges are bad? That shouldn't be the case, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to sell in the past two years."

Once in the car, Yang Minghong told Zhou Yongcheng to drive forward and turn left at an intersection.

Zhou Yongcheng saw several bungalows, which should be where the people who looked after the orchard lived.

After getting off the bus, Yang Minghong shouted loudly.

"West River, West River".

A young man's voice came from inside the house.

"coming."

"I thought the voice sounded familiar. It's Secretary Yang. Come on in and have a seat."

Zhang Xijiang invited them inside to sit down.

Yang Minghong then introduced them to the group.

Zhou Yongcheng was introduced to Yang Minghong.

When Zhou Yongcheng saw Zhang Xijiang, he felt that he looked familiar. He should have seen him when he was in middle school in the town. Judging from his age, he should be an older student.

Zhang Xijiang and Yang Minghong were very familiar with each other, and they exchanged pleasantries before getting down to business.

"Let's go take a look at the orchard."

Zhang Xijiang led the two into the orchard, and Zhou Yongcheng asked, "I see so many oranges here, does every household in the village have them?"

“Not every family has it. Those who didn’t think oranges were a good crop didn’t plant them, but they rented out their land. This large area belongs to dozens of families, and that area belongs to dozens more families. Each family’s contracted area is separated by wire mesh. This area is our contracted area.”

Zhou Yongcheng nodded. Investing is something that not just anyone dares to do; it requires a great deal of determination.

"Can I have a taste?"

"Eat whatever you want."

Zhou Yong picked an orange that looked almost completely yellow, peeled it, and ate it.

The taste wasn't great; it wasn't sour, but it was sweet, a little bit sweet. This orange was just average, nothing special. No wonder Yang Minghong wanted him to try it; he couldn't stand something so ordinary.

The oranges here are similar to the cheaper oranges on the market. No wonder the people who come to buy oranges only offer a little over two yuan per kilogram. They don't dare to offer too high a price; they also need to sell them and make a profit.

After walking past a few orange trees, Zhou Yongcheng picked another orange and tasted it, but it wasn't as good as the one he had just eaten.

"Brother Zhang, shall I just tell you the truth?"

“Brother Yongcheng, please say whatever you want. There are no outsiders here.”

"This location is indeed good, with plenty of sunshine, but the sweetness of these oranges is not satisfactory. Has anyone taken a look and suggested the reason?"

"The county government invited experts from the province to come and take a look. They also tested the land and said that the environment was very suitable for planting and there was plenty of sunshine. They suspected that the orange variety was the reason why the oranges tasted so-so."

What happens when the oranges are fully ripe?

"Slightly sweeter than the current ones."

A little sweetness doesn't make much difference.

"Okay, I understand. I'll come back to check when the oranges here are fully ripe and see when they'll be ready."

"The weather is good, it won't take long, at most around mid-October."

Zhou Yongcheng nodded, sat for a while, and then left with Yang Minghong.

"They must have been cheated when they planted oranges. This place is suitable for growing oranges in every way, but the oranges they grew just don't taste very good."

"We were indeed scammed. The leader who introduced the orange saplings back then is in jail."

Zhou Yongcheng was certain that he had introduced inferior fruit tree seedlings as superior ones.

"The oranges here can only be sold at the low end, so they definitely won't fetch a high price."

"Yongcheng, are you going to help them introduce a boss to collect?"

"Let's wait until the oranges here are fully ripe before we talk about it."

Back home, Yang Minghong sat for a while, drank a cup of tea, and then drove his Wuling Hongguang away from the village.