The whole village had a bumper kiwi harvest. I went out early and came back late every day to help the villagers find sales. I was either on the way to meet the buyers or drinking with them. In the end, I drank myself into the hospital and successfully signed this year's purchase contract. As a result, the villagers turned into white-eyed wolves and said that I made the difference and asked me to give them the money. . . . . . .
