"I have no objection to the proposed rent."

"I had planned to prioritize hiring villagers anyway, so it's nothing special."

In those days, lease agreements were relatively simple and straightforward.

Secretary Qin added this clause, presumably to take care of the villagers and increase everyone's income.

Making a good living is better than anything else.

"That's good." Secretary Qin nodded, picked up the red clay and pressed his handprint on it.

Several village officials pressed the button one after another.

Lin Ziyan signed the contract and breathed a sigh of relief.

The little yellow croakers in the backyard can't wait any longer; the sooner the beach is fenced off, the better.

"Grandpa Qin, could you please find some skilled people to build the beach? We'll buy the materials and start construction tomorrow."

"No problem," Secretary Qin readily agreed.

If this goes through, it will only benefit the fishing village.

First, there's the rent dividend, then there's the recruitment of workers at the fish farm—both of these can increase everyone's income.

Lin Ziyan saw the group off to the door, her eyes flickering slightly as she watched their retreating figures.

She was about to turn back to the courtyard when she saw Professor Shen and blinked.

"You've successfully raised fish fry?" Shen Hai asked hurriedly, wearing a straw hat.

Upon reaching the doorway, he took off his hat and fanned himself to cool off.

Lin Ziyan's lips twitched. "You came at just the right time."

Shen Hai's eyes lit up, implying that it had been successfully cultivated?

"What are you dawdling for? Take me to see it now." He put his straw hat back on and urged him impatiently.

Shen Hai turned around, glaring at him, and said, "Why are you here too?"

"You can come, but I can't?"

"You secretly sent me your graduation certificate, and I haven't even contacted you yet!"

Lin Ziyan, "..."