Lin Zhenghui was passing by the village chief's house when he was called over by Waner's dad, the village chief.
"Lin Zhenghui, if you want to buy some grain, come and buy it from me. I have over 8000 jin, and I'll give you a price of one yuan and fifty cents per jin," the village chief said with sympathy for the college student's plight.
Nowadays, not many people in the countryside are farming. Many villagers would rather go work in other places than farm.
The village chief, looking at the abandoned fields, only planted ten or eight acres.
However, the farmland Lin Zhenghui had contracted was situated at the foot of a hill, convenient for him and his sister-in-law to manage.
"Alright, once the chickens finish their feed, I'll come and get some grain from you," Lin Zhenghui agreed with a nod.
He thought to himself, "If the village chief knew that I was messing around in Lin Wan'er's secret spot last night, would he chase me down the alleys with a hoe?"
