Bian Yan closed the door and followed them out.
The plots originally allotted to the villagers were fairly scattered. Later, as more and more people began growing green jujubes, the government considered reorganizing them under unified management.
But some villagers also grew vegetables and other crops. Redrawing the boundaries would not only ruin their existing fields, but transplanting crops and exchanging plots would also cost considerable manpower and resources, so naturally, no one wanted to do it.
Unified management might also involve additional fees. Everyone preferred to grow and manage their own crops, which actually allowed them to produce better fruit.
Some had small plots with just a few trees outside their doors, but those could still yield over a hundred jin. Others had adjoining plots that formed larger orchards, producing several thousand jin.
In a good harvest, a single village could produce over two hundred thousand jin.
Quite a few people had gathered there: local officials, villagers, and the people Qin Yuheng had brought along.
The villagers, in particular, had excitedly rushed over when they heard a big boss had come to buy their green jujubes.
Worried about getting everyone's hopes up for nothing, Bian Yan's family and the village chief had kept it quiet. Now that the professionals had arrived, word had spread.
But rumors always came with misunderstandings and exaggerations. What had started as Bian Yan's classmate knowing a big boss and bringing people over to help gradually became Bian Yan's classmate having a big boss in his family and bringing his relatives over to buy their jujubes.
The villagers had originally come out of curiosity. Only after the introductions did they discover that the big boss was so young.
At first, they had all assumed the big boss was the classmate's father or uncle. Seeing how