Allure of a Country Maiden-Chapter 897 - 895_1

After sending out the last cooperation document, Zhao Yong looked at him and said: "Sorry, we’re all out. We only collaborated with this many villagers this time. Even if we had more collaborators, we wouldn’t have enough saplings. We actually worried about whom we could not cooperate with, but since you think our purchase price is too low, you’ve conveniently solved our dilemma."

Xiao’er mentally applauded Zhao Yong’s words. Good call!

Huzi’s grandfather and Baozi’s father had darkened expressions upon hearing this.

While Huzi’s grandfather wanted to say something, Baozi’s father stopped him and shook his head: "Dad, if others look down on us and don’t want to cooperate with us, then so be it! There are plenty of other ways to make money in this world, we’re not lacking just one. Besides, we’ve never even heard of this yellow dragon fruit before, and we don’t know if it can grow successfully. If it doesn’t, and they don’t yield any fruits, they can starve for all we care!"

If you won’t cooperate with us, then we won’t make money, and neither will anyone else.

After saying this, he left with his father.

Huzi’s grandfather glared at his father resentfully, "Ungrateful ingrates! What a great opportunity to make money, and they wouldn’t even consider their own relatives! Now it’s all going to outsiders!"

If all these fruits were grown by their own family, wouldn’t they make a fortune next year?!

Now, after his son had exposed the others’ deceit, this ungrateful one didn’t speak up at all, causing his son to lose the opportunity to make money!

Upon hearing this, Baozi’s dad’s face turned red, from both embarrassment and anger.

When the villagers heard Huzi’s grandfather’s words, they all shook their heads: "Such blatant favoritism!"

Baozi’s dad, having calculated his next move, said nothing and quickly left with his father.

While Huzi’s grandfather was somewhat reluctant, he had always obeyed his eldest son, so he left without saying more.

After Huzi’s grandfather left, Baozi’s dad told Xiao’er that his uncle also wanted to plant the yellow dragon fruit.

Xiao’er immediately agreed. It wasn’t a big deal, whether he grew it or someone else did!

Most of the villagers were illiterate, so they just looked at each other with the cooperation documents in their hands.

The village chief, understanding everyone’s situation, said: "I will read the contents of the document aloud. Everyone, please listen carefully. If there are no objections, then mark it with your fingerprints."

The villagers nodded at the village chief’s words. When the imperial court issued official documents in the past, the village chief always had to read them aloud to everyone.

In fact, the village chief was only elected because he could read as he had gone to school for a few years.

Otherwise, another village chief would struggle to assist the villagers with their dealings in the Government Office if he didn’t understand large characters.

After the village chief finished reading the cooperation document, everyone understood that it was basically what Xiao’er had proposed before.

Everyone agreed, asking only where to put their fingerprints.

Xiao’er stood up: "I will have someone to help you write your names on the document, then you just need to press your fingerprints next to your names!"

The villagers nodded in response.

Xiao’er asked Yang Liu, Yang Mei, and Zhao Yong to help write the names.

The village chief also volunteered his assistance.

The villagers were amazed that the maid and the coachman who accompanied Xiao’er could also read, and they felt that their family must be influential.

Some couldn’t help joking: "I’ve gone so long without ever seeing my own name written down."

"Nonsense! Isn’t your name written on your household registration document?" Someone retorted.

"Of course it is! But the registration document has so many characters, and I can’t recognize them. How would I know where my name is?"

"Haha, you make a good point, I don’t know which three characters are my name either."

"I don’t know either. Anyway, a name is for others to use. No, actually no one would call me by my name except when it’s used in the household registration document. What use is it for me to recognize my own name? I don’t have to write on the household registration document!"

"You can’t even recognize your own name and still find it funny! Remember your own name today!" The village chief listened to everyone and angrily chastised them.

Xiao’er couldn’t help but laugh.

After about an hour, all the documents were signed.

Xiao’er asked the village chief how much land could roughly be provided in the village to plant the yellow dragon fruit.

The village chief had already discussed and estimated this with the villagers.

Xiao’er and the villagers agreed on when to pick up the saplings from the pier. They then had lunch, and Xiao’er taught them how to plant, fertilize, and boost the yield of the fruits. After instructions were given, they returned to the hotel.

Xiao’er had yellow dragon fruit seeds, but planting from seeds takes a long time for the trees to grow to maturity, so Xiao’er had already grown the saplings in her special space.

As for how to get the saplings out, she had a plan all figured out.

A few days later, her own cargo ship arrived with a batch of night-blooming cereus seedlings. Once the ship arrived, she sneaked into the cabin and replaced all the seedlings.

Five days later, when the ship arrived at the pier, Xiao’er secretly replaced tens of thousands of fruit saplings in the cabin.

The villagers came to the pier with carts to transport the saplings.

Onlookers who were not privy to their plans whispered among each other: frёewebnoѵēl.com

"So many night-blooming cereus saplings, what are they going to do with them?"

"Can they sell this many night-blooming cereus?"

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Some tried to inquire about why the villagers were planting so many night-blooming cereus plants.

To avoid complications and fearing that someone might find out about the value of the yellow dragon fruit and attempt to steal it, the village chief had told the villagers in advance to say that they were planting these for an influential person if asked about it, not knowing what the person intended to do with them.

Although the villagers were simple people, they knew better than to give too much away.

In a society where power and influence reign supreme, when some heard they were helping a noble, they didn’t dare to ask any more questions.

They could only watch with envious eyes. How lucky they were to have found a noble patron.

Xiao’er went back to the village with the villagers. The weather here never dipped below freezing, even in winter. There was rarely any snowfall, and the temperature seldom fell below 2 or 3 degrees Celsius, so there was no worry that the yellow dragon fruit wouldn’t survive or get through the winter if planted now.

During the past few days, every family had prepared their land for planting the yellow dragon fruit as per Xiao’er’s instructions.

Xiao’er was wearing a set of cotton clothes that day. She was in Huzi’s fields, personally digging holes, planting trees, and demonstrating and explaining why she was planting like this.

Jingrui was also not idle, helping to plant together.

Seeing their efficient and proficient moves, the villagers were surprised.