Zhou Dafu didn't quite hear what Zhou Xiaolin and Li Xu said. He spoke up for himself, "My land is the best in the whole village! It's easy to irrigate, and the soil is fertile!"
A flash of understanding crossed Li Xu's eyes. He turned to the crowd and said, "Fellow villagers, our cooperative has specific requirements for the watermelons. For now, we only want the sandy soil on the west side of the village. We can look into cooperating on the clay soil on the east side in the future."
Hearing this, Zhou Dafu's face immediately darkened. "So you're looking down on me, is that it? It's not like I'm begging you!"
With that, he flung his arm and stormed off. A few villagers who were close to him hesitated for a moment before following him out.
The venue briefly fell into chaos.
