Another two days passed in a flash. Master Chen helped bring back over ten baskets of pumpkins, and Lin Lan piled them all in an empty room.
These days, she could make a few yuan a day selling roasted pumpkin seeds. After baking the pumpkin cakes, she filled four baking trays with seeds. The residual heat was perfect for roasting them.
Lin Lan had just finished rolling and packing the kidney bean rolls when Li Xiangyang rode his bicycle into the courtyard.
He had just come from the pig farm and told Lin Lan that the rent had increased by twenty yuan a year. He had signed a five-year contract with the local production brigade.
Lin Lan thought for a moment before saying, "Xiangyang, for our long-term plans, it would be best to find a production brigade with hilly land near the East Market. We could find a plot that no one is farming, pay the contract fee to the commune, and lease it."
