They've all separated, so what does it matter to me if they get poorer and poorer?

Chapter 377 Harvest
Liang Minglang thought Xu Zhichun's words made sense and nodded: "You're right. I'll teach him two or three moves every time he comes back, so he can practice them at the county school."

"Ok!"

"And what about you? Aren't you going to practice?"

Xu Zhichun was taken aback.

Liang Minglang suddenly understood and quickly said softly, "Ah, you don't need to practice, I'll stay with you—"

"Can I practice too? Are you really willing to teach me?"

Xu Zhichun was both surprised and delighted.

She thought she was too old to practice, and besides, martial arts, even if it wasn't a closely guarded family heirloom, wouldn't be easily passed on to others, so how could she have the nerve to ask to learn it?
However, if Minglang is willing to teach her, she would certainly be very happy to do so.

Although the flour and chili powder in the space warehouse are useful, it would be disastrous if we ran into a skilled fighter, a professional like Liang Minglang.

She was 90% certain that if she had encountered Liang Minglang, she definitely wouldn't have been able to spread the flour and chili powder.

Looking at the woman whose eyes were shining with hope as she looked at him, Liang Minglang couldn't bear to utter a single word of denial.

"can."

"Really? Is it okay for someone my age?"

"Um"

It wouldn't actually work, but he figured he could find a way.

Liang Minglang: "Let me think about it carefully. I'll teach you three or five life-saving tricks. Once you've mastered them, you'll be able to handle almost any accident."

After all, he's still here.

Xu Zhichun nodded happily, "Okay!"

Seeing her happy made Liang Minglang happy too, and his confidence soared. "Wait a minute, I'll teach you once I've figured it out."

In his heart, Liang Minglang had already figured it out. It couldn't be too complicated, it didn't require too much strength, it needed to use skillful techniques, it needed to have an unexpected effect, it needed to be able to react quickly in a crisis, and it needed to be easy to master.
As tomatoes began to ripen and hit the market, Xu Zhichun had already signed a sales contract with Master Qin. Every three days, he would hire three or five capable, honest, and trustworthy women from the village to help with the harvest. Master Qin would send a mule cart to transport the tomatoes away, basket by basket.

It supplies to three neighboring counties, including this one.

Although many families planted tomatoes this year, the price was lower than last year, at 15 cents per pound, but for Xu Zhichun, this price was still quite good.

After all, these tomatoes are mainly supplied to restaurants and eateries in the city, as well as to the city's residents. Most city dwellers don't own land and still have to buy their daily necessities. Even though tomatoes have spread quite a bit last year, compared to the area spanning several counties, only a small number of families are still growing them.

By next year, the price will probably drop to around ten coins per kilogram. But even if it drops to the normal three or four coins per kilogram, it will still be profitable for farmers like Xu Zhichun who focus on high-volume production.

In Liangjia Village, every household planted tomatoes this year, but obviously they couldn't sell them on a large scale, and the tomatoes weren't growing as well as Xu Zhichun's. They were all for their own consumption.

Even if there were occasionally seven or eight pounds, or ten pounds, Master Qin would never accept such small amounts.

Xu Zhichun then asked Liang Lizheng to tell the villagers that if they were willing, her family could buy their produce for ten copper coins per pound. She would let them know in advance when to buy, and she would inspect the produce upon collection. Only freshly picked, intact, and ripe enough for transport would be accepted. Interested households could come and inquire about the specific procedures.
The Qin family collected the scattered items from various households on the afternoon of the first day they came to buy them, which was just right, so they could transport them all together early the next morning.

The Liang family head, Aunt Zhu'er, and Xiao Juan's family each planted a considerable amount, about half an acre each. They all sold their produce to the Qin family, at the same price as Xu Zhichun, fifteen coins per pound. They didn't always manage to sell their produce, but they still made a good profit.

Liang Lizheng was overjoyed and thanked Xu Zhichun with a smile: "A few days ago, someone came to my house wanting to sell some, but I was in a dilemma. I told them that the Qin family definitely wouldn't buy small items; they didn't have the time. It's wonderful that Madam Xu is willing to buy; ten coins a pound is quite fair." She should make five coins a pound by reselling them, which is reasonable. If villagers come to her house to sell, she can't keep up with the demand from her own family alone. She would also have to spend money to hire people to help. Hiring three people to help for an hour or two would cost her about twenty coins.

Besides, she needs to earn something too, otherwise, why should she help others for free?

That doesn't make sense.

When Liang Lizheng told the villagers, everyone was happy. Now even if they only had two or three jin of fruit at home, they could sell it.

Even ten coins for a pound is better than nothing.

If you have about ten trees at home, you can get about ten catties on the first sale. After that, you can sell them every three days. Although you won't get that much, you can still get five or six catties or six or seven catties. If you sell them for more than a month, it will be a considerable income.

As a result, most people started to regret their decision.

"I should have planted vegetables in every nook and cranny of my garden! What a pity!"

"That's right, I can plant them in my yard too!"

"Same for us."

"From now on, let's follow Liang Lizheng and the others. Look how well they do! They can harvest so much from just half an acre at a time. The rich are getting richer and richer. Sigh."

"Do you think it's too late to start seedlings now? Even if they don't grow very well, it's fine as long as we have some!"

These words were like a wake-up call.

"Yup!"

So everyone started breeding.

Although there are no large tracts of ready-made farmland left, there is still room to squeeze in. You can fit two or three trees in any corner, next to the house, or in the yard.

That's perfect. From now on, the kids in the family will be in charge of managing the tomatoes planted in the corners and edges, weeding, watering, tying sticks, and so on.

Xu Zhichun was both amused and exasperated. The timing wasn't right; things planted at the wrong time of year might not grow well. But tomato seeds weren't precious, at least not in their village, so if everyone wanted to plant them, let them.

She made it clear beforehand that if the fruit wasn't big or good enough, it might not sell, and even if it did, it might not fetch this price.

Everyone said, "It's okay," "It doesn't matter," and "If we can't sell them, we can just eat them ourselves."

These tomatoes are sweet and sour, and they look so good too. I might as well keep them and eat them.

Xu Zhichun was thinking about the cotton, tomatoes, peppers, and morel mushrooms in the village of Qingyang County, so he discussed with Liang Minglang about going to take a look.

"Since you haven't been to that estate yet, why don't you go and take a look?"

Xu Zhichun spoke frankly and openly, and although he didn't emphasize it again, his tone clearly implied that "that Zhuangzi also belongs to you."

Forget it.

Liang Minglang was helpless; he had never seen such a generous person before.