With the purchasing system in hand, he is worshipped as a god by international students

The fruits in the system are sold out.

The foreign students were in a complete mess in the group.

Qiu Ling had just had one day's rest, but he had to resign himself to his fate and get busy again.

After Qiu Ling settled the balance of the winter dates payment to Jiang Yong, the other party has been contacting her.

The first time was to reap the profits. Qiu Ling did not intend to have long-term cooperation with him, and she did not trust Jiang Yong.

As for Wang Yuan, it was said that one of his comrades had sold out all the goods in his orchard, leaving Qiu Ling with no money to buy some for emergency use.

Wang Yuan felt embarrassed, so he introduced an old farmer to Qiu Ling.

I sell tangerines. The harvest is generally good this year, so there are so many that they are rotting in the fields and cannot be sold.

Qiu Ling likes tangerines, which have thin skin and juicy flesh. She can weigh two or three kilograms at a time!

One of the must-have fruits on the table during the Chinese New Year!

So I took the dog and headed straight to the district and county.

When they arrived at the place, Duoduo couldn't hold it anymore, so he rushed out of the car and peed on the side of the road.

In front of me is a large area of ​​green trees with orange fruits hanging on them, alternating between orange and green, like the scorching setting sun in a corner of a lush green mountain.

As Wang Yuan said, there were many ripe and fallen fruits on the ground, which were already rotting.

The smell is not pleasant.

Perhaps hearing the sound of a car, an old farmer with white hair and wearing boots walked out from the path between the trees.

After taking a look at Qiu Ling, he came out with a smile, "Young lady, you must be the boss Qiu that Dadan mentioned! Hello, hello!"

"Big egg?" Qiu Ling was puzzled.

The old man smiled and said, "That's Wang Yuan. The boy's nickname is Dadan. People in our village are used to calling him that and can't change it.

Well, my last name is Yang, and everyone calls me Old Man Yang. "

A dark shadow jumped out from the side and sniffed at the old man's feet.

Old man Yang took two steps back in fear. He looked down and saw a small yellow dog. He couldn't help but show joy in his eyes, "Whose dog is this? It's so fat and strong?"

Qiu Ling kicked Duoduo's butt and said, "Did you hear that? I told you that you are fat. Eat less in the future."

Duoduo: "Woof woof woof!" How many times do I have to tell you? I am a woman, a woman!

Duoduo, a dog, stomped his feet in anger.

While waiting for the little guy with a crew cut to come and coax her, I saw her entering the village with the old man.

On the way, Old Man Yang picked a few tangerines from the tree and handed them to Qiu Ling, "To be honest, the tangerine harvest is very good this year. Last year, the wholesale price was 40 cents per pound, but this year it's as low as 28 cents and no one is buying.

All year long, I look forward to the fruits ripening and selling them for some money, but in the end, so many fruits are rotting in the fields. I feel bad. "

The tangerines you pick up feel soft to the touch. After removing the thin skin, you will see the white peel interwoven with the thick orange flesh, like an exquisite little lantern. Old people often say that you cannot remove the peel when eating tangerines, otherwise you will get a sore throat. The peel has the effect of clearing heat.

The rich flesh and abundant juice explode in your mouth, without a single seed. It’s super satisfying to eat one in one bite!

Qiu Ling ate three in a row.

He said vaguely, "It's so delicious, but it can't be sold?"

Old Man Yang smiled bitterly: "Because this year's taste is like this..."

Qiu Ling: This loophole must be picked up!

She was so excited along the way that she ate more than a dozen tangerines and couldn't stop.

When we arrived at Old Man Yang's residence, we found that his house was a low mud house. In the middle was Old Man Yang's residence, and the two "ear"-like houses on the left and right were the houses of his two sons. However, no one lived there now as they had all gone out to work.

Outside the yard there is a big sycamore tree with lush branches and leaves. In winter, the green leaves are mixed with a few yellow leaves. The branches extend into the yard, blocking a large dam and the pig-killing stone plate below the dam.

"Boss Qiu, please sit down and have some tangerine peel tea." Old man Yang first brought a small stool, and then handed Qiu Ling an old-fashioned enamel cup. There were a few pieces of ochre orange peel floating in the light yellow tea in the cup, giving off a faint fruity wood aroma.

Old Man Yang took a sip of tea and said to himself, "There are three families in our village who grow tangerines, and none of them have been sold this year. If you want to buy some, can you buy some from each of the three families?"

His face was full of embarrassment and awkwardness, and he seemed to rarely ask for help from others on a daily basis.

This old man can't even take care of himself, yet he's still thinking about others.

Qiu Ling thought that he could not be as selfless as him. It was too troublesome to buy from each store one by one. Perhaps: "How much do you produce in total?"

Old Man Yang pondered, "We have 48 mu of land in total. This year's estimated yield is 3800 kilograms per mu, which means a total of about 18 kilograms."

"Three families altogether?"

"The enemy."

Qiu Ling thought there were many more.

"If the fruits from other stores are of the same quality as the ones I ate today, I plan to buy them all." Anyway, the more goods she puts on the market, the more people will enter the system.

Qiu Ling only hopes that it can be sold for a little longer this time!

Old man Yang's hand shook, and the water in the enamel cup spilled out.

"All, all?"

Qiu Ling nodded.

Old man Yang put down his teacup with one hand supporting the other. "Wait a minute, I'll go call the other two fruit farmers over."

After saying that, he ran away.

Qiu Ling was the only one left in the huge yard, no, there were two dogs.

There is a doghouse under the eaves of Old Man Yang's house, with a dog tied inside... Judging from its appearance, it looks like a wolfdog.

The wolfdog lay on the ground with its eyelids drooping, allowing Duoduo to walk and step on it.

When it noticed Qiu Ling was looking at it, it reluctantly wagged its tail twice to show its welcome, then lazily closed its eyes again.

This kind of laziness is something that one can never learn in his lifetime.

"Suck, suck, suck." Qiu Ling subconsciously sucked twice.

The wolfhound turned over and got up, throwing Duoduo on his back upside down.

As he stood up, the sound of chains clanging could be heard.

The wolfhound stared at Qiu Ling, as if saying: Stop sucking, it's on a chain and can't get through.

Qiu Ling shut up in embarrassment.

This dog and its owner are two extremes, one is too enthusiastic and the other is too cold.

Soon, Old Man Yang brought people over.

A man and a woman, both elderly people with gray hair.

They had gained a general understanding of the situation on the way.

The moment I saw Qiu Ling, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Boss Qiu, thank you!" One of the old ladies stepped forward and shook Qiu Ling's hand. "The fruits are rotting in the fields. I have been worried all day long. Thank you for your help! Thank you!"

As he said this, he was about to bow to her.

Qiu Ling quickly supported the man and said, "Old man, this is not allowed!"

The old lady's cloudy eyes were red. "Next spring, my eldest granddaughter will get married. I hope to sell this batch of tangerines to make a cabinet for her."

The other two elderly people were also moved by this scene and kept thanking Qiu Ling.

Relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to draft water.

This is how farmers’ life is. If the harvest is bad, life will be tight next year. If the harvest is good, everyone is happy. If the harvest is too good, it cannot be sold and is piled aside to rot, and life will be difficult next year.

The difference between them and Wang Yuan's Xiangyang Orchard is that Wang Yuan has sales channels covering the whole country, focusing on the wholesale market and having large sales volumes, while the fruit farmers rely on some nearby vendors to buy at low prices, and the coverage area is only in Yangcheng and several surrounding counties and districts, with small sales volumes. It just so happens that the harvest of Yangcheng mandarin oranges is particularly good this year, and vendors have more choices, so it is naturally difficult for fruit farmers to sell their fruits.