I chose one of four options at the start, and I chose the number one clan in Lingnan.

Lin Fu stared at the one million yuan in cash on the table and swallowed hard.

The big boss from the county had his hair slicked back, and two bodyguards in black suits stood behind him.

He tapped his fingers on the table with a confident air.

"Manager Lin, here's a million in cash. I'll take all of your Lin family's golden fruit."

"From now on, all the goods will be loaded directly onto the truck and driven away, and I can even raise the price by another 20%." The boss patted his chest and guaranteed.

Lin Fu didn't dare to reply. He was in charge of the accounts, but he couldn't make the decisions.

Lin Ting walked down the iron staircase from the second floor, his leather shoes making a dull thud on the metal steps.

The boss turned around, looked at the young old man, and extended his right hand: "Grandpa Lin, I've heard so much about you. I'm a fresh produce wholesaler from the county..."

Lin Ting didn't reach out. He walked to the table, placed the two walnuts in his hand on the table, and the walnuts collided with a "crack".

"The Lin family's goods are not guaranteed to be sold in bulk," Lin Ting said, his voice low but each word landing heavily on the table.

The boss's expression changed, and he withdrew his hand.

"Old Master Lin, you think the money isn't enough? I'll add another 500,000! Business should be straightforward. Just give me all the goods, and you won't have to set up a stall here every day to sell them. It'll save you a lot of trouble."

Lin Fei walked over from the side carrying a seamless steel pipe and planted it on the cement ground.

Lin Ting didn't even glance at the boss.

"The Lin family must control the pricing of their products. They only produce 5,000 catties a day, at 50 yuan per catty, and wholesale is not accepted. If you want to buy, you have to queue outside."

The big boss still wanted to argue, but as soon as his two bodyguards took a step forward, hundreds of Lin family men in black vests standing outside the door turned around and stared at them coldly.

The boss broke out in a cold sweat. He realized the situation: this was Tazhai, not the county town.

He gritted his teeth, stuffed the million-dollar cash on the table back into the box, obediently walked out of the market gate, and stood at the back of the long queue.

The time was pushed back seven days.

The Lin's Farmers Market became a huge hit, and the fame of the golden fruit spread from Tazhai Town all the way to the city.

Every day before dawn, a line stretching hundreds of meters long forms outside the market.

Those big bosses who drive Mercedes-Benz and BMWs all have to obediently take a number and wait in line.

The Lin family's three sand quarries were operating around the clock, and the dump trucks hauling sand left two deep ruts on the town's asphalt roads.

Late at night. A side room of the Lin Clan Ancestral Hall.

A high-wattage incandescent bulb was lit inside the room.

Lin Fu sat at the table, his hands moving the abacus beads with a "crackling" sound. The more he calculated, the more his hands trembled.

Lin Ting sat in a grand chair, drinking tea. His second uncle stood beside him, leaning on a bamboo cane.

"Have you figured it out?" Lin Ting put down his teacup.

Lin Fu swallowed hard, grabbed the account book, and stood up, his voice trembling.

"Grandpa, I've figured it out. After the sand quarry opened up the waterway, its output doubled."

Although the farmers' market waived six months' rent, the stall deposits and surrounding warehousing fees collected amounted to a huge sum. Add to that the income from the golden fruit business over the past seven days…”

Lin Fu calmed himself down and paused for a moment.

"With the addition of the golden fruit, the cash in the Lin family's public accounts has exceeded ten million!"

Ten million.

The second uncle's bamboo cane slipped from his hand and fell onto the bluestone slab.

He lived to be eighty and had never seen so much money in his life.

When Lin Daqiang was the village chief, the clan couldn't even raise 100,000 yuan. When it came to repairing bridges and roads, they had to levy taxes on each household.

Only a few months have passed, and there are already more than ten million in the account.

Lin Ting leaned back in his chair, his expression unchanged. "That's enough."

He stood up and walked to the door. "Lin Fei, go to the backyard. Ring the bell and open the ancestral hall."

Early the next morning. The Lin Clan Ancestral Hall courtyard in Tazhai Town.

The bronze bell rang three times, and the heads of each branch, clan elders, and representatives from each family all crowded into the courtyard.

Thousands of people stood on the bluestone slabs, and no one dared to utter a sound.

Some people were still wearing muddy rubber shoes, while others had just come down from the orchards behind the mountain, their clothes covered in leaves.

Lin Ting, dressed in a long black robe, strode out of the main hall. He sat down in the center of the century-old rosewood armchair.

"I called everyone here today for no other reason than to distribute the money," Lin Ting said, his gaze sweeping across the room.

The tribespeople below erupted in uproar, whispering and buzzing among themselves.

"Grandpa said he'd divide the money! How much will we get this time?"

"Back when Lin Daqiang was alive, they would only give out a can of peanut oil for Chinese New Year. Now that my great-grandfather has spoken, we should at least give out a big red envelope."

"I heard that the farmers' market made a lot of money, and each household probably got three to five hundred yuan."

Lin Ting raised his right hand. The courtyard immediately fell silent.

"The Lin family's assets do not belong to me, Lin Ting, alone; they belong to the 100,000 members of the clan."

During this time, we fought Zhao Laosi, seized waterways, and built markets. I saw all the blood and sweat my brothers shed.

Lin Ting picked up a document from the table and slammed it down.

"From today onwards, the Lin family will establish a new rule: the Great Ancestor's Profit Sharing System."

The second great-uncle stepped forward. "Grandpa, what exactly is this profit-sharing system?"

Lin Ting raised his voice, which echoed throughout the entire compound.

"All profits from the Lin family's properties will be allocated and managed by the clan."

After deducting the reserved operating funds and the capital for the next investment, the remaining money will be distributed in cash according to the registered population!

Regardless of gender or age, everyone registered in the Lin family household register is entitled to a share!

These words immediately caused an uproar in the courtyard.

Money is distributed per capita! No matter how much or how little work is done, as long as you are a member of the Lin family, you can get money. This is the first time such a thing has ever happened in Tazhai Town.

Lin Facai, with his beer belly protruding, squeezed out of the crowd.

His eyes darted around, and he said loudly, "Grandpa, isn't it a bit unfair to divide it by headcount?"

Some families are full of elderly people living alone, unable to work in the fields. Why should they be paid the same as us who do the work?

Lin Ting looked at Lin Facai.

"The Lin family doesn't support useless people, but the Lin family takes care of the weak." Lin Ting pointed at Lin Facai.

"The rules need to be further refined. Families with elderly people over 60 years old living alone will receive double the dividends!"

Families with children under twelve attending school will receive double the dividends! Those who have suffered work-related injuries or broken limbs within the clan will also receive double the dividends!

Lin Ting slammed his hand on the armrest and stood up. "Anyone with a problem, get out of the family register now and don't take a single penny!"

Lin Facai shrank back and retreated into the crowd, not daring to utter a sound.

Xiaowei's mother was standing at the back of the crowd. She was wearing faded coarse cloth clothes. When she heard this, her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground and wailed.

Xiao Wei recently lost a finger in a sand quarry, cutting off the family's income. Now, with just a word from her great-grandfather, her family can not only receive money, but double it.

"Jiang Taigong was benevolent and righteous!"

"Thank God! The Lin family has hope!"

In the courtyard, hundreds of tough men, their eyes red, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Lin Ting.

The second great-uncle wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes, his voice trembling, "Great-grandfather, how much will each of us get this time?"

Lin Ting did not answer. He glanced at the gate.

Two fully armed bank armored trucks drove into the courtyard of the ancestral hall, their heavy tires making a dull thud as they rolled over the bluestone slabs.

The car door opened, and four bank security guards carrying riot guns jumped out.

Lin Fei led dozens of Zhongtang men forward. They opened the back door of the truck and carried sacks out from inside.

Dozens of bulging, dirty sacks were carried by the men to the center of the courtyard.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sacks slammed heavily onto the bluestone slabs.

Lin Ting waved his hand. "Untie it."

Lin Fei drew the dagger from his waistband and cut open the drawstring of the sack. He grabbed the bottom of the sack with both hands and lifted it up forcefully.

Stacks of red 100-yuan bills, bound in kraft paper, poured out of the sack with a clatter.

Dozens of sacks were emptied at the same time. Red banknotes piled up on the bluestone slab, forming a mountain of money half a person high.

The courtyard was completely silent; everyone stared intently at the mountain of money.

Lin Ting looked at his clansmen, who were staring in disbelief.

"Lin Fu, get the roster. Read out the names and hand out the money."