Reborn in 1994: Starting from the Autumn Harvest

"Zhao Dahe, 15300 yuan."

"Sigh~"

With the appearance of Zhao Dahe's price slip, the several slips of paper with a value of 14850 yuan that had just been drawn were all invalidated, drawing sighs from the crowd.

Everyone consciously moved to the outer perimeter, giving up the inner areas to the villagers who hadn't been drawn.

People couldn't help but look at Zhao Dahe, who usually just watched the excitement without getting involved, but actually launched a surprise attack, driving the price down to 340 yuan per mu.

This means that cotton profits have been further reduced. If we roughly extrapolate based on the price of raw cotton, the income per mu (unit of land area) would be around 400 yuan.

400 - 340 = 60 yuan.

One mu of land only earns 60 yuan, so 45 mu of land only earns 2700 yuan. After deducting the cost of spraying pesticides, only a little over 2000 yuan is left.

Add to that the labor costs, hiring people to pick cotton, and if the cotton station lowers the price after testing the cotton, then there's even less to be made.

Moreover, cotton is also susceptible to damage from frost, making the situation even more complicated.

The note on that plastic bucket is still more than half unopened. I can't imagine what the final price will be, or whether I can still make a profit.

The news from inside the house gradually spread to the courtyard, and people couldn't help but discuss it with great excitement. 340 yuan per mu was indeed a lot.

But Chen Mian remained calm and composed, which made Chen Yu, who was secretly watching him, feel a little awkward.

But the thought of my dad's confident face immediately perked me up.

"Okay, Zhao Dahe from our village has the highest bid now, let's draw the next one."

Now that half the people in the room have been eliminated, everyone has calmed down and is curious about who will push Zhao Dahe out.

All eyes were focused on the note that Liu Guoqiang was passing between himself and the Party Secretary.

"Okay~"

Even the village secretary, Yang Baoshuan, couldn't help but sigh. He glanced at the person opposite him and announced loudly, "Yang Zhanguo, 15525 yuan."

Sure enough.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhanguo, which was exactly what they expected, but they couldn't help but wonder how much money he could make by offering this price.

However, Yang Zhanguo was not excited at all. His eyes remained fixed on the plastic bucket, and he felt a strong sense of unease. He realized that he had underestimated the determination of his fellow villagers and should raise the price a little more.

As he expected, after five games, his competitors arrived.

"Zhao Dasuo, 15570 yuan."

……

"Yang Daqiu, 15615 yuan."

"Wow, that's an extra dollar per acre."

"Da Qiu is really good at scheming."

……

As Yang Zhanguo sighed with his head down, the opportunistic people sent flattering words to Yang Daqiu's ears.

Yang Daqiu was equally unhappy, completely ignoring the adulation he received. Instead, he stared intently at the plastic bucket, feeling uneasy.

The slips of paper were opened and counted one by one, and the plastic bucket was almost empty, but Zhao Daqiu was not eliminated yet.

At this moment, Liu Guozhu took out another card and opened it. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he couldn't help but look at his elder brother Liu Guoqiang. This number was far beyond his expectations.

"Liu Guoqiang, 15750 yuan."

"My goodness, Guoqiang is risking his life."

"This land probably belongs to Guoqiang."

"It's 350 yuan per mu, what else is there to say? Guoqiang is the one who deserves it."

People looked at Liu Guoqiang with admiration. Zhao Dasuo gave Liu Guoqiang a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart. It didn't matter how much money he made. He really outdone Yang Zhanguo and his gang.

Liu Guoqiang sat comfortably on the narrow side of the long table, glancing to his right one by one. Seeing that none of them dared to meet his gaze, he couldn't help but let out a soft snort.

"It's my own land. I'm risking 45 acres just to earn some pocket money. What right do you have to compete with me?"

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. Now, whether he could win or not didn't seem to matter that much to him anymore.

The sound also invigorated the onlookers, making them excited and eager to watch.

Outside the courtyard, Chen Mian squatted on the steps, her arms resting on her knees, a blade of grass dangling from her mouth, staring blankly into space.

He was deeply shaken. The course of events had changed with Liu Guoqiang; he had actually raised the price compared to his previous life.

If that's the case, then will Chen Hongjian also raise the price? Is his plan really going so smoothly?

Chen Yu noticed Chen Mian's increasingly serious expression, and his previously flustered state of mind immediately calmed down.

These past few days, relatives, elders, and neighbors have all been saying that my cousin has changed. They originally thought he had great willpower, but it turns out he's not all that great after all.

He didn't know how much his father, Chen Hongjian, had written on the price slip, but based on his father's style over the years, he was convinced that there would be absolutely no mistake or failure.

At 11:30, several more notes were opened, until only two notes remained in the plastic bucket.

"Come on... make room, it's just Hong Jian and Hong Guo left."

Surrounded by the crowd, the two walked to the center and faced each other.

Chen Hongjian was all smiles, chatting with people on the left and right, handling the situation naturally.

Compared to his fourth brother Chen Hongjian, Chen Hongguo had never seen much of a big scene and appeared particularly reserved and uncomfortable, like a silent gourd.

Liu Guozhu was already quite satisfied with the price his elder brother had offered, and he didn't have much hope for the two notes in front of him.

On the one hand, he hoped that his elder brother would farm the 45 mu of land, and on the other hand, he did not think that the two Chen brothers would pay more than 15750 yuan.

So without thinking much, he grabbed the note on the right.

But after opening it, I was taken aback.

His brow furrowed more and more, and he deliberately brought the note closer to check it carefully, word by word.

She then looked at Chen Hongguo in disbelief, and her voice choked with emotion.

His wife was illiterate, but his daughter had attended junior high school. She glanced at her and then lowered her head, her eyes misty with tears.

"Secretary, take a look."

Yang Baoshuan, like everyone else, had been paying close attention to Liu Guozhu. Because he was closer to him, he could better sense his emotional changes.

I was extremely curious about what could have made Liu Guozhu so excited.

When he saw the contents of the note, he was stunned, and so were the people who had gathered around to look.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Chen Hongguo, deeply moved and impressed.

The Party Secretary said in a deep voice, "Chen Hongguo, 16200 yuan."

"How many?!"

"360 yuan per mu?!"

"Is the Red Country really that rich?"

"No way, how could he dare?!"

……

The villagers who were watching the commotion inside the house were stunned. Some gasped in surprise, while others stood frozen in place, speechless.

Those close to Chen Hongguo know that he is a cautious and meticulous person, so his extraordinary actions have completely changed everyone's perception of him.

And how come their family has so much money?

Did you borrow it from that Boss Zhuang?

Could Chen Hongguo have been hit by something?

The person who found this fact the hardest to accept was Chen Hongjian. His eyes were wide open, his face was contorted, and his mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't say a word.

He just stared at his cousin across from him, who was standing with his hands in his pockets, head down, grinning foolishly, and couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

It was one thing for Chen Mian to suddenly interrupt last time, but why is her price the same as mine this time?

In a few seconds, he went through all the experiences of the past few days in his mind.

There's no way there could be any mistakes. This note was in my underwear pocket, and no one but myself could see it.

Chen Hongjian became increasingly annoyed, but fortunately, he was also earning 360 yuan per mu, so it wasn't like he had no chance to fight for it.