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"You're talking nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Dagou immediately flew into a rage and pointed at his weasel-faced cousin, launching into a tirade of insults.

"Just because you have a dirty mind doesn't mean everyone is like you!"

"Brother Chen has spent so much money and put in so much effort for the village, are you blind to see that?!"

"That's right! Jiang Laowu, if you dare to spout any more nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Li Qiang also stepped forward, glaring angrily.

For a moment, the two sides in the meeting hall, those who supported and those who opposed, were arguing fiercely, and it looked like things were about to get out of control.

However, Jiang Chen, standing on the stage, remained calm.

He wasn't angry, nor did he argue with his gossipy uncle.

He simply picked up the megaphone and spoke again, his voice not loud, but clearly drowning out all the arguing.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

Jiang Chen's gaze calmly swept over everyone, finally landing on his stubborn third grandfather.

"Third Grandfather, and all the uncles and elders who don't want to invest, I understand your concerns."

"Therefore, I solemnly announce this here, in front of the entire village."

Jiang Chen's voice was strong and resonant.

"This land-for-equity swap is entirely voluntary; there will be absolutely no coercion!"

"For those willing to sign the agreement, starting tomorrow, the company will arrange large machinery to plow the land, fertilize, and sow seeds!"

"Those who are unwilling to sign, please rest assured."

A meaningful smile appeared on Jiang Chen's lips.

"Your land remains yours. You can cultivate it however you like. The company will not interfere, nor will it take even a single inch of your land!"

The decision shocked everyone present.

The villagers who were initially hesitant and worried about being forced into this situation immediately felt relieved.

The people from Third Grandfather's faction were stunned.

All the reasons they had prepared for their objections were shut down by Jiang Chen's casual remark.

If they don't force you, what can you say?

Ultimately, the results came out quickly thanks to the tallying efforts of the village committee staff.

Eighty percent of the farmers in the village have signed land shareholding agreements.

The remaining 20% ​​consisted of a dozen or so households, led by the third grandfather, who insisted on farming themselves.

Grandpa San, instead of feeling lonely upon seeing the result, smugly hummed in satisfaction.

"Hmph, a bunch of fools blinded by greed!"

"Just you wait! When you're starving, don't come begging to me!"

He turned to his old buddies behind him and said, "Let's go home and sharpen our hoes! Let them see that this land still needs us old hands to cultivate it!"

Jiang Chen watched his third grandfather's proud departing figure, then looked at the huge land distribution map on the office wall.

On the map, the 20% of "interspersed land" that was not circled stands out.

Su Qing walked over to him and asked with some concern, "Are we just going to let them plant it themselves? It's all scattered here and there, and it's hard for our machinery to operate."

Jiang Chen smiled, a smile brimming with confidence.

"It's good that it's difficult to operate."

"This 20% 'interspersed land' is not a problem."

Jiang Chen stretched out his finger and gently tapped the scattered plots of land on the map.

"These are the best... control groups that I kept."

Now that the factions have been decided, there's not much more to say.

Let's get started!

Jiang Chen's methods are swift and decisive, and he is about to show these stubborn people who cling to their "old tricks" what a true dimensional reduction attack is!

"Everyone, perk up!"

The next day, just as dawn broke, his powerful shouts echoed from the edge of the field where my third grandfather lived.

Today, my great-uncle specially changed into a clean set of coarse cloth clothes, and the old hoe he inherited was worn smooth by him and gleamed coldly in the morning light.

Behind him were his two sons and three grandsons—the entire male family had come out in force.

Beside it, the strongest old yellow ox in the village was tied up, mooing and swishing its tail.

"Hmph! A bunch of fools blinded by all that fancy stuff in the city!"

Third Grandfather spat into his palm, gripped the hoe tightly, and his eyes were filled with the pride and stubbornness of an old farmer.

"Today, let those youngsters see what real farming is all about!"

"This land has a spirit! You have to touch it with your hands and water it with your sweat to grow crops that have a human touch and a soul!"

His sons and grandsons behind him, though they felt that what the old man said was a bit far-fetched, dared not refute it. They could only carry their farm tools and prepare to go to the fields.

Jiang Xiaojun, the eldest grandson of the third grandfather, couldn't help but mutter to himself as he led the old yellow ox.

"Grandpa, our whole family works ourselves to the bone all day, and we only manage to cultivate one acre of land."

"I heard yesterday that the people who signed the agreement with Brother Jiang Chen don't have to do anything today; they can just stay home and watch the show."

"Snapped!"

Third Grandfather retaliated with a sharp rap on the forehead, hitting Jiang Xiaojun hard.

"Watching the spectacle? What spectacle? Watching how the machines are ruining the land?"

Grandpa San, puffing out his beard and glaring, scolded, "Let me tell you! The skills passed down from our ancestors will never be lost!"

"Enough talk! Let's get started!"

At his command, the third grandfather's family began the most primitive form of farming, huffing and puffing.

The third grandfather held the plow, his son led the ox, and his grandsons followed behind, breaking up clods of earth with hoes.

The old ox pulled the heavy wooden plow with all its might, leaving tracks of varying depths in the field.

The whole family worked enthusiastically, sweating profusely.

However, they hadn't even been working for ten minutes.

A strange buzzing sound, like thousands of hornets passing by, came without warning from the eastern sky, rolling closer and closer!

What's that noise?

The second son of the third grandfather stopped and looked up in confusion in the direction from which the sound came.

next second.

Everyone present, including the old ox that was pulling the plow, froze.

On the eastern horizon, twenty all-black agricultural drones with futuristic, sci-fi designs were forming a neat "human" shaped formation!

They were like alien fighter jets that flew out of a science fiction movie, roaring towards this vast field with an unstoppable momentum!

Each drone has a wingspan of over three meters!

Underneath the fuselage, a huge white medicine box and a black seeder are mounted, exuding a cold, industrial aesthetic!

"Oh my god..."

Jiang Xiaojun stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape enough to fit a large duck egg, and the cow rope in his hand unknowingly slipped to the ground.

"What...what is this thing? An airplane? When did our village get an airport?"