People came in groups of three or four to try the fruit, and after tasting it, they went into the manor to pick a few pounds and buy them away.

The people of Xiaoxie Village could no longer sit still.

"Xie Zhuang, let us have a taste too."

Xie Zhuang turned around, picked up the basket, put the peaches and the fruit knife in it, and said, "I won't give it to you, and I won't sell it to you."

"Eh? You kid, are you still holding on to the past? Besides, this orchard belongs to Miss Zhou. You're just a worker. Do you have the final say?"

"Zhou Xiang said, I have full authority. It's up to me. I won't sell it to you. So what?"

"Really not selling it?"

"I'm not selling it! You can't even think of buying anything I've handled."

The people of Xiao Xie Village were not convinced and went to Xie Lin to seek justice. When Xie Lin heard the price of peaches, he knew the situation and kindly advised:

"Five yuan a pound of peaches, why are you eating them? Do you have too much money in your pocket?"

"Other villages have come to try it and bought it all, but Xie Zhuang won't even let us taste it."

"Okay, I'll call him. Each of you can only try it once, and only a small piece. Otherwise, you'll eat it all. What's the point of selling it?"

The villagers of Xiaoxiezhuang agreed and went back.

Xie Lin called Xie Zhuang and asked, "Who sets the price of peaches?"

"Zhou Xiang."

"Taste different?"

"Yes! Very good! We fertilized it this year."

"I say you're stubborn. Can you really get revenge on them like this? You should give them a taste. After they've tasted it, they won't sell it to you."

Xie Zhuang laughed so hard that he was out of breath. "Okay, I'll listen to my uncle. I'll cut a few more and let each of them have a taste."

"That's right. I told you to try it once, but not endlessly."