Reborn in 1994: Starting from the Autumn Harvest

The Party Secretary quickly replied, "I'll go door-to-door asking the women to see who's willing to go, but I can't guarantee it."

Chen Mian immediately replied, "Thank you for your trouble. Find as many as you can, or even if it's not enough. I appreciate the effort, whether it works out or not. Let's consider this a chance to make friends. If there's an opportunity in the future, I'll personally visit you and we can have a good chat."

Looking at Chen Mian's young face and hearing such mature words, Boss He smiled in surprise and then nodded to Tang Zhongyuan.

This was the first time Tang Zhongyuan had seen his nephew so mature. He was very happy and even more surprised to see that the boss was showing appreciation for Chen Mian.

The village secretary on the other end of the phone clearly became interested, raising his voice slightly: "Okay, I understand. I'll go to the village and ask everyone in a bit."

"Okay, I'll wait for your reply."

At this moment, Boss He interjected, "Secretary Chang, just call this number if you have any news."

The Party Secretary replied, "Okay, Boss He has already spoken, so I will definitely make the call. I'll call you back no later than dark."

After gently putting down the phone, Chen Mian turned to He Weiqiang and thanked him, saying, "Thank you so much. Otherwise, this Party Secretary probably wouldn't have bothered with me. I'm sorry for the trouble."

My uncle chimed in from the side.

Boss He waved his hand gently: "It's no big deal. I have to help you out because of your uncle's relationship."

Then, he changed the subject, "Chen Mian, how much money can your family make from those 90 mu of cotton?"

Chen Mian didn't know why Boss He would suddenly ask this question, but there was nothing to hide about the few melons and dates in the field.

"Boss He, to be honest, it's not easy to calculate because we won't know how many kilograms we'll get per mu for more than a month. Also, we have 45 mu of land that we contracted with a loan this year."

"Moreover, the cotton is graded. At this time of year, some scattered cotton fibers have already sprouted in the field."

"But the flowers are located at the bottom, and they will be affected if they are covered by leaves for a long time. The quality grade is not very high. My parents and older brother are working hard to clean them up."

"After we finish cleaning up this small part, we'll wait a bit. On the one hand, we'll let the cotton accumulate until the two most crucial cotton-picking seasons. On the other hand, since there isn't much cotton, cotton pickers won't want to pick it."

"The first batch is of higher quality and comes in larger quantities, the second batch is relatively lower quality, and the rest are the end, with even lower quality."

"Cotton stations will generally try to lower the price."

"To make a precise calculation, we would need to use the cotton price that was just released this month and last year's yield per mu to get a rough estimate."

He Weiqiang became interested as soon as he started calculating the accounts.

He originally thought Chen Mian was young and eloquent, and since the factory was recruiting salesmen, he took a liking to the young man and thought of hiring him.

Because Liushui Town has little land and I don't have much experience in farming, I'm curious about the agricultural situation in Lianhua Township and want to know how much money I can make from 90 mu of cotton.

At this moment, his curiosity even outweighed his desire to recruit Chen Mian into the factory, and he immediately asked, "You calculate it, let me hear it."

"In the past two years, pests have been quite serious. Last year, the yield per mu was basically less than 300 jin. To be as conservative as possible, after deducting the cost of agricultural materials and tools, and with the cotton station further reducing the price, the final yield of 90 mu of land might be around 10000 yuan."

"10000 yuan?!" He Weiqiang was shocked. 90 acres of land only earned a little over 10000 yuan. If labor costs were deducted, the net income would be even more pitiful.

"10000 yuan is actually quite a lot," Chen Mian said with a bright smile.

Seeing that Chen Mian showed no sign of disappointment or complaint, He Weiqiang became even more curious: "After earning this little money all year round, hasn't your family ever thought about changing careers?"

Chen Mian smiled and glanced at her uncle, who had remained silent, before turning back to Boss He, who was quite interested. She said frankly, "For my parents, the land is their root. For me, my parents are my root. The main thing is that we don't know how to do anything else. We don't feel confident going out to work, so we might as well tend to the land."

"I'm quite good at handling land, I'm confident." Chen Mian became even more confident as she said this.

"After the autumn harvest this year, I plan to install a heating stove and radiators in my house, and also replace my old four-wheeled tractor."

"Next year, we'll consider leasing more land and opening a small shop selling agricultural supplies."

"I'll save up enough money to build a house the year after next. I'm not young anymore, and I need to find a wife and get married by then."

"Do as much as you have in terms of money, take it one step at a time."

He Weiqiang smiled and nodded. Chen Mian's positive attitude, both inside and out, touched him.

I couldn't help but think of myself when I was young and started from scratch, and of my parents at home.

He sighed and gave up the idea of ​​hiring Chen Mian into the factory: "That's good. If you ever have any difficulties in the future, and you're short of ten or twenty thousand, don't go to the bank. With your uncle's connections, you can get it here without interest."

……

The nights of White Dew and Autumn Equinox grow cooler with each passing night.

The White Dew season signifies that the weather begins to change from hot to cool, with a greater temperature difference between day and night.

Tang Xiuyun took two sets of thermal underwear from the wooden cabinet, and then took out a jacket and trousers, which she placed neatly on the kang (a heated brick bed).

She said, "It's getting cold, don't catch a cold when it gets dark. Dress nicely when you go to pick someone up on the 11th. I'll buy you a nice outfit when we go to the market later."

"It's not like I'm going on a blind date, so I can just settle for whatever's available." Chen Mian lay on her side on the kang (a heated brick bed), propping her head up with her right arm and putting melon seeds into her mouth with her left hand, looking completely indifferent.

"The tattered pants you're wearing now were your older brother's hand-me-downs. They're fine for everyday wear, but they'll make you look ridiculous if you go out." Tang Xiuyun then found a bamboo ruler and tapped Chen Mian's calf. "Get up and measure yourself."

"You've grown to 1.8 meters tall without ever saying a word. After the autumn harvest, I'll have to make you a pair of cotton pants. Your feet have also gotten bigger, so I'll have to make you a shoe pattern too."

After gesturing for a while, Tang Xiuyun memorized the measurements. "Of the three brothers, you're the most troublesome. Go lie down."

Chen Mian's face fell, and she sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), not far from her mother.

In her past life, her mother always nagged her about how much trouble she caused her. Although Chen Mian didn't complain, she had some reservations.

When you have nothing to do, you have to be a bit smug.

"Mom, look at my older brother, he's always on his wife's heels. He's forgotten about you now that he's got a wife, and he doesn't even come to visit you every day."

"My dad hasn't been home since he started taking out loans. He's either sitting here or chatting there. I don't know when he made so many friends. I was worried he was ashamed of taking out loans, but now it seems he just didn't borrow enough."

"I've shamelessly run errands for you, never going anywhere else. Forget our family, you can ask around the whole village—is there any child who's more worry-free for their parents than me?!"

Chen Mian's endless stream of profound truths made Tang Xiuyun laugh. She was quite the talker, almost 20 years old yet still acting like a child, taking things too seriously.

After thinking about it, although it was a bit exaggerated, what Chen Mian said was true. Now, the second son is taking charge of everything, inside and out.

"Go ahead, who's stopping you from going out?"

Chen Mian spat out a mouthful of melon seed shells: "I'm too lazy to play with those kids."

Tang Xiuyun looked up at her proud son. He really acted like a mature adult. Many people in the village praised him for growing up, but he would revert to his old ways as soon as he had free time, just like now.

Then, somewhat curiously, he asked, "Why don't you mention Chen Shu?"

"Uh... Chen Shu is still so young, he's practically an old man who's eating shit..."

"Snapped!"