My village can't be like this

Chapter 429 Fake Money Incident

When we came to the strawberry field, several villagers were picking strawberries inside.

Zhang An didn't find so many people at home because he wanted to pick the cherries and then process them.

But Ding Yi couldn't wait. Seeing the red lanterns all over the ground, he didn't want to wait for a moment.

Zhang An didn't provide strawberry picking, so he went to the village to find a few people to pick strawberries.

"Here, these are my strawberries, you all have a try."

Zhang An grabbed a handful of strawberries, turned around and distributed them to several people.

Although Zhang An's hands are big enough, he can only hold five or six in one hand.

After dividing it among the others, there were two left, and he ate them himself.

"Brother Zhang An, is this a strawberry? Why do your strawberries look so exaggerated? The strawberries I have seen before are not even half as big as yours."

The elder brother who was the first to buy cherries looked at the strawberries in his hand in disbelief, and couldn't help but look back and forth in front of his eyes.

Not only him, the eyes of the woman who came with him also widened.

Because this strawberry seemed to them to be too exaggerated, and they might be able to bite off half of it in one bite.

"Haha, it may be because of the variety, so it is relatively large. After all, technology is advancing. Our rice yield per mu is increasing every year, and the same is true for fruits."

Zhang An smiled calmly, science in this era is advancing rapidly, so just stick to the banner of science and technology.

He did use some technology to cultivate these strawberries in space, but it was not a scientific one.

He is confident that the strawberry he grew is definitely the largest variety in this era.

Even in future generations, there will be no concessions. There may be a few fruits that grow very large due to mutation in other people's strawberry fields, but they will never be the same as his. The whole field will be almost like this.

"This is reasonable, but others say that God is fair. When it closes a door for you, it will also open a window for you. But for your strawberry, God not only opened a door for it, but also opened a window for you. The windows are all open, and they are still floor-to-ceiling windows.”

Several people tasted it and found that the strawberries not only grew big, but were also very delicious.

Even the butt of the strawberry tastes sweet and sour.

You must know that other strawberries cannot do this. The taste of those strawberries is very bland.

"It's rare to encounter such a good strawberry. My daughter will definitely like it and won't let it go."

The eldest brother only ate one. When he learned that the price of strawberries was only slightly more expensive than cherries, he immediately decided to buy some.

Several people nearby also agreed, and they were all fascinated by the strawberry.

Although the price of strawberries in later generations could be tens of dollars per catty, Zhang An did not set the price too high.

After all, everyone’s salary now is only a small amount, and they are still in a small county.

If the price is set too high, no matter how good your product is, not many people will buy it.

Seeing that they all wanted to buy, Zhang An immediately handed them the bags he had prepared and asked them to pack them themselves.

When he came over, he knew that this group of people would definitely buy it, so he brought the plastic bags with him.

This year's strawberries matured a bit quickly, several days ahead of schedule, so Zhang An didn't have time to find someone to make bamboo baskets.

"Brother Zhang An, can we go to the fields and pick them ourselves?"

Several people took the bag, but instead of picking it from the basket that had been picked by the villagers, they wanted to go to the ground to pick it themselves.

"Of course, we have no other intention. We just want to experience the fun of picking strawberries, because we have never tried it before."

They were afraid that Zhang An would misunderstand that the strawberries in the basket were not fresh, so they followed up with an explanation.

"Hahaha, of course you can. If you pick it yourself, it will save us some effort."

They wanted to do it themselves, so Zhang An naturally wouldn't refuse.

With Zhang An's consent, several people happily jumped into the strawberry field, picking one here and one there, as happy as children.

Seeing them like this, Zhang An finally understood why so many people in later generations did not like to buy on the street, but preferred to go to strawberry fields to pick their own.

After a while, they picked it. Each of them picked a big bag full, at least ten kilograms.

On the next day, Saturday, there were many more people in the village, and no one knew who was spreading the news.

Most of these people are employees from several nearby counties. Today, Saturday, they all took their children out to relax.

Although Hongyan Town is not close to these county towns, the railway has now opened passenger trains, and trains come every morning and return in the afternoon.

Therefore, except for a small number of people who came with their families and friends and drove themselves, most of them came by train.

It only takes less than an hour at most, which is very convenient.

Although Zhang An knew that there would be more people coming on weekends, he didn't know there would be so many people, so he didn't prepare in advance at all.

It was around nine o'clock when he discovered that there were a bunch of people around his door wanting to buy cherries.

Zhang An originally wanted to let them go up the mountain to pick it, but they didn't bring it up, so Zhang An didn't have anything to do.

After all, their family has hired people to pick fruits in the cherry forest. If so many people are allowed in, the scene will be chaotic.

But after seeing such a person, he immediately went up the mountain to carry a few baskets and placed them at the gate, treating them as a stall.

"Brother, your cherries are really good. If I buy more, can the price be cheaper?"

There was an old man in the crowd who bought two kilograms of cherries and started eating them immediately. However, he did not walk away, but kept waiting nearby.

He waited until the crowd around him dispersed before he spoke to Zhang An.

"I'm sorry, brother, all my cherries have been packed up, but when I saw everyone running over here, I got some to sell in bulk."

Zhang An smiled and declined. He had met many such people. They were all traders who found the cherries good and wanted to buy them wholesale for him to retail.

If the cherries at home were not reserved for Lu Cheng and Ding Yi, he would welcome any number of such people.

But now that the whole contract has been given to Lu Cheng and Ding Yi, the contract has been signed, and there is no danger of the family's orchard becoming unsalable, so he has no other plans.

Both of them felt that this year's production was too small, and they kept trying to persuade him to expand the size of the orchard. Now that Zhang An is selling it in bulk, they are already a little reluctant.

If anyone else is allowed to wholesale, they will definitely be unwilling to do so.

Ding Yi has his own sales place, while Lu Cheng has his own sales supply chain.

Moreover, the two of them had tasted the benefits last year. This year, before it was time to pick cherries, they took the initiative to double the purchase price, which was almost the same as Zhang An's current retail price.

This is also done to prevent Zhang An from thinking that the purchase price is too low and thinking of finding someone else. “No way, you have quite a lot of cherries at home, why are they collected so quickly?”

The middle-aged people didn't believe what Zhang An said, thinking that Zhang An said this because he was not satisfied with the purchase price.

Although he did not personally enter Zhang An's cherry forest, he estimated that the output was tens of thousands of kilograms, which could be sold so easily.

"Haha, this has been agreed upon before. Brother, when you entered the village, did you see the big truck at the intersection? It came here to pick up cherries."

Lu Cheng came over last night. This year he didn't make a fuss like last year and drove a small truck over.

After all, they are far away and it would be too troublesome to go back and forth several times, so this year we just replaced the shotgun with the whole truck and did it all at once.

"That's a pity. Your cherries are so good, they will definitely sell well."

Seeing that what Zhang An said was reasonable, this old man believed that Zhang An was not telling lies.

"Uncle An, Uncle An, someone is quarreling with my aunt."

As soon as the people gathered around to buy cherries were sent away, Zhou Yang's sister Yanhong ran over panting and started reporting to Zhang An from a distance.

"Slow down, slow down, my mother got into a fight with someone, what happened?"

There were a lot of people coming to the village today, whether buying strawberries or cherries. The family had to look after them separately, so Wang Fang went to the strawberry field to collect money.

Hearing that his mother was quarreling with others, Zhang An felt strange because his mother was usually a good-tempered person and would talk and laugh with everyone, even strangers. How could she quarrel with someone today?

"It's not that my aunt is quarreling with others, it's that person who wants to quarrel with my aunt. Someone went to buy strawberries and gave him fake money. My aunt didn't want it and asked him to change it. The man didn't agree and said that my aunt exchanged his money. There was a quarrel.”

Yanhong exhaled twice, calmed down, and then started talking to Zhang An.

Today, Saturday, these students did not have class, so they all went to help Zhang An's family pick strawberries.

Just now she saw the man who used the fake money arguing with Wang Fang, so she immediately ran back to find Zhang An.

"Well, Yanhong, please help me take a look here. If someone comes to buy you, just call them. I'll go over and take a look."

Someone had a crooked idea for him, so Zhang An wanted to go over and see who it was.

Although steel scales are used now, rural children these days can recognize scales, so Yan Hong is here to help look after the stall.

"You are so unreasonable, mother-in-law. I obviously gave you a piece of real money, but you changed it for me. Now you say I gave you fake money. If you don't agree today, don't blame me for being rude."

As soon as Zhang An arrived at the strawberry field, he heard a rude voice.

This was the man who was arguing with Wang Fang. His voice was very loud, as if he was deliberately trying to attract people.

But when he was talking, he started pushing Wang Fang. This scene happened to be seen by Zhang An who came over.

If they were just arguing, Zhang An would definitely reason with him first.

But now that he saw someone touching his mother, how could he, as a son, endure it.

When the villagers nearby saw the man pushing Wang Fang, especially the women in the village, they immediately started to curse and stretched out their hands to scratch the man.

Because everyone is from the same village, they can't bear to see outsiders showing off their teeth and claws on their own territory.

And in this part of the village, they believed that they would not suffer a loss, because the men in the village would be here immediately.

However, they were not as fast as Zhang An. They rushed directly in front of Wang Fang.

At this time, Zhang An's mouth was full of beautiful Chinese. When he met, he kicked the person who had been pushing Wang Fang before he could react and was kicked out.

Zhang An used all his strength in this kick because he was already enraged.

The man who pushed Wang Fang was kicked several meters away before landing on the ground.

"Didn't your mother teach you at home to speak properly and not to touch and act carelessly?"

Zhang An had no intention of letting him go, because he had already violated Zhang An's taboo.

Lifting him up from the ground like a dog, he blew his left hand directly on his face.

He only slapped him twice and watched as two slap marks appeared on the man's face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It is conceivable that Zhang An didn't save any effort just now and just slapped him to death.

"Zhang An, whip him hard and beat him to death. No one has ever dared to come to our village and act wild. Today, teach him how to behave."

The people around who came to buy strawberries were frightened by Zhang An's ferocious appearance.

But the people in the village didn't, they would just ask Zhang An to work harder.

"Brother, don't do it. I know it was wrong. It's just that this bitch changed my money into fake money. I was so angry that I pushed her twice. We have something to talk about. I don't want the money. Okay, I'll do it myself. Accept the loss."

Zhang An's slaps and kicks just now made this man suffer enough. He just felt clearly that Zhang An was rushing to kill him. In order not to suffer any more, he dared to fight with Zhang An.

"Haha, do you think you're at a disadvantage? Don't, this kind of trick has been used on my family. You have to take the money today if you want it, or if you don't want it."

"I'm not an unreasonable person. Since you keep saying that my mother exchanged your money, then call the police station to check your fingerprints and see if any of the money on my mother's body has been touched by you. .”

Zhang An usually hates these bag handles, and the scammers who use fake money to deceive people everywhere.

Today this person actually took the initiative to get into his own hands, and he was not going to let him go easily.

Zhang An originally didn't want to stop, but he shouldn't be soft-hearted when dealing with such a person.

But there were too many people buying strawberries around, and he was worried about scaring others and affecting the image of the village.

"Brother Anzi, I heard that someone is acting wild in our place. Let's see who is seeking death. It must be him."

At this time, people from the village arrived, and Huang Ming took the lead, holding a terrifying killing stick in his hand.

That was his favorite thing to play when he was still hanging out on the street.

But after I became a good man, this thing has been sitting under the bed gathering dust. I didn't expect it to be useful today.

Looking at the guy squatting in front of Zhang An with two slap marks on his face, Huang Ming knew it was this person.

"You idiot, you are so courageous. You dare to go to your grandfather's territory and run wild."

Huang Ming was more ruthless than Zhang An. After all, he had been in society for several years. He walked up to the guy and beat him with fists and kicks on his head and face.

Just now, this guy only had two slap marks on his face, but now he was beaten up by Huang Ming, and his body suddenly transformed into a swollen pig head.

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(End of this chapter)