A young man from another world returned to his hometown.

Chapter 24 The Rumor of Free Money and the Orchard Scandal

The group took the photos and left.

Lin Yan was actually aware of the situation in rural areas. The lack of opportunities and the complex information overload on the internet meant that there were bound to be many dissatisfied people.

Therefore, it is not enough to simply bring material development to rural areas; spiritual education must keep pace.

A large pot has been set up in the open space outside the lychee grove.

The old fruit farmers were going to be busy in the orchard all day, so he asked Lin Jiayao to tell Uncle Han and Grandma to come and help with the cooking.

She was efficient and decisive, and Uncle Han worked extremely hard.

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That night, the local thugs from several villages got together to race motorcycles and chat, whispering among themselves as they sent the photos out.

"Have you heard? Lin Yan from the next village has made a fortune. He's leased a lychee orchard and paid everyone their wages today. I saw it!"

"What's going on? Is this for real?"

"Does he have that much money?"

"I'll go too!"

In this world, there is no news that causes a greater sensation than receiving money.

Originally, Lin Yan had paid the day's wages in advance to several elderly fruit farmers who came to work.

When it reached the third person, it became known as the former boss's property, which Lin Yan had bought up. He could collect his salary simply by going to the lychee orchard.

When it reached the fifth person, the original meaning was completely transformed into Lin Yan making a fortune and paying everyone back the wages owed by Lychee Forest!

By late at night, the news had spread to nearby villages, and even people in the next town had heard about it.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking.

When Lin Yan and his two cousins ​​arrived at the lychee orchard, they could see from afar that a large crowd of people had gathered at the edge of the orchard.

Lin Yecheng stopped the car, rubbed his eyes, thinking he was still half asleep.

The lychee grove was packed with people, and the air was filled with the buzzing of voices.

Lin Jiayao took a deep breath, steeled himself, stepped forward, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the crowd.

"Everyone, don't panic, don't panic! What's wrong...?"

"Are you Lin Yan's brother? We agreed on the money last night, right?"

"They received theirs yesterday, why haven't we received ours yet?"

"I came all the way from the next village!"

With everyone talking at once, Lin Jiayao couldn't get a word in edgewise.

The population can be roughly divided into three groups.

The first group, standing on the outermost edge, with calluses on their hands, are likely elderly fruit farmers who were owed wages by their previous boss. They came today with a mix of skepticism and a desire to try their luck.

The second group was the largest and noisiest, mostly elderly women and men from nearby villages, but not surnamed as well.

The third group consisted of young men with dyed hair, who mingled at the back of the crowd, smoking and watching the excitement from a distance.

At that moment, a fat woman rushed out from the crowd. She had a very loud voice, and when she spoke, all the surrounding sounds were drowned out.

"You must be the lychee orchard owner! I heard! You're paying them! Why can those who came yesterday get it, but I can't today?! I used to work in that boss's lychee orchard, you know? I was owed money too!"

As she spoke, she put her hands on her hips, looking like she was determined to get an explanation. The surrounding crowd immediately started buzzing and unanimously echoed what she said.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

Lin Yecheng didn't raise his voice; he knew how to handle these interpersonal relationships in the countryside.

"Let me explain what's going on, and everyone can speak after you've listened."

The fat woman was about to speak when someone pulled her back.

"Listen to him, listen to him."

"We're not giving out money for free; it's the wages of the people who work here."

This lychee grove belongs to our village. As for your village's debt, you should go to the town or the boss who owes you money.

We never said we would pay off the previous boss's unpaid wages. That boss's debt was his, not ours.

There was some commotion in the crowd, and suddenly someone shouted loudly from behind.

"You haven't paid off your debts, so what gives you the right to lease the village's lychee orchards?"

It was one of those young men with dyed yellow hair.

"I used to help my boss deliver boxed lunches to the construction site, and I did my part! The town leased out the lychee orchards of several villages near us, and now that they've leased them out, they should pay us back."

People around started whispering, and some even joined in the commotion, while Lin Yan watched silently from behind.

At that moment, someone came out of the lychee grove.

Old Tree, carrying a shoulder pole, came out of the forest and swept around.

Several older people in the crowd made way for him as soon as they saw him.

"Tree Master!"

"It's Tree Master!"

Tree Master walked up to the blond-haired young man and sized him up.

"Are you delivering lunchboxes?"

"Yes, I delivered it..."

Tree Master interrupted him.

"I've worked in this lychee grove for so many years. When that boss was around, I was in the grove every day. In those two years, I recognized every face that came to work. But I've never seen someone like you before."

The blond-haired young man tried to argue, but Old Man Tree turned his gaze away from him and looked at the others in the crowd.

"Go ask whoever owes you money for it. This is our village's lychee grove. What are you doing here?"

The crowd began to loosen.

The fat woman sensed something was wrong.

"Master Tree, what do you mean by this? Speaking up for outsiders, you..."

Tree Grandpa turned his head.

"Outsiders? This land belongs to Tamura, these are Tamura's trees, these are Tamura's people. I'm speaking up for Tamura, how am I helping outsiders?"

This sentence left the fat woman speechless for a long time.

At this moment, Uncle Han and Grandma walked into the crowd.

These two people, one old and one foolish, made everyone back down.

"What are you here for?"

The fat woman was taken aback by the sudden question.

"I'm here to..."

"Have you ever worked for the lychee trees in our village?"

"I...I used to..."

The fat woman's face flushed red, and she wanted to raise her voice even higher.

"Who do you think you are to ask me that?!"

The old woman gave a cold laugh; her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"That boss owes me money. If I see him, I'll go get it myself. You, who haven't even touched our village's land, come here to ask for it for me? Are you made of iron?"

The fat woman wanted to argue back, but the old woman didn't give her a chance. She turned around and walked directly towards the young man at the back of the crowd, cursing as she went, deliberately targeting his weaknesses.

At that moment, Uncle Han caught up.

He was carrying a fire poker and shouting some incomprehensible words.

At first, the blond-haired man wanted to curse him, but Uncle Han didn't care what kind of expression you gave him. He stood there straight with his stick, his eyes unwavering, which made people feel a little uneasy.

"You...you get away! You idiot!"

Uncle Han won't leave.

He took a step forward.

The blond-haired man took a step back.

The blond man's face flushed red instantly. He had been humiliated in public and forced to back down by a fool. The shame was even worse than being scolded.