Becoming a Successful Farmer (Farming System )
Rice With High Price

Hearing the words of the person, Jamal was very happy. Because he doesn't have to find a buyer anymore.

Moreover, if purchased is still in the field. He did not need to bother anymore, thinking about many things. For the harvest to be done a few days later.

"How much to offer?" ask the man again, still looking at the yellowing morning on the tree.

'10 Million can't, huh?' tanya Jamal's. But only in his heart.

[ The Ding ]

[Mister, you haven't checked in today ]

'Oh yes, I forgot.'

[ Click ]

[ Check in done. Points added 1 ]

'I want to sell rice for a hundred million. But my rice field is only one plot. How is this done?'

[Stranquil Mr. ]

[Mister can use the system of buying and selling crops at the highest price ]

'Really?'

[Please you specify, the price for the rice in the paddy field ]

'I want to sell this rice for 10 million rupiah.'

[Out of processing ]

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"How come, how much do you want this rice to sell?" ask the man again, for Jamal is still silent. And not answering the questions he asked.

"10 million sir."

Jamal answered the question, according to his wishes. What he said earlier during a daily check on the farming system he had.

"OKs. Deal yes, 10 million rupiah."

Jamal gawked, hearing the man's words. He couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"Really Sir?" tanya Jamal made sure.

"Yes, 10 million. Can't you believe me, if I'm going to buy this rice for that price?"

"If you don't believe me, I'll make the payment today. Let Mas not sell it to anyone else."

That's finally. The rice that still exists in the rice fields, bought by an unknown person Jamal at a price of 10 million rupiah. Things he never expected. Because usually, the highest price for a plot of rice is only about 2 or 3 million rupiahs.

That is, if it is really of good quality.

Jamal smiled happily, then thanked for this gift.

"Alhamdulillah..."

"Feminine. Our house is renovated, and we can open a store for Ami." Jamal muttered to himself, after the man had finished making payments by transfer to Jamal's bank account.

Tomorrow, the man will bring his own workers. To harvest the rice he bought from Jamal.

So, Jamal no longer need to bother thinking about picking crops in the rice fields. Because it was arranged by that person.

Now, Jamal wants to go home. He wants to give news to his Ami, if the pad has been sold. And the better news is, a very good price for this patch of rice theirs. Defeat the price of rice in other fields.

"I have to go home quickly. This is good news for Ami."

Jamal muttered alone again, then walked back home.

"Jamal, where are you going?" ask someone, who just came down to the rice field.

That man is Mr. Kasan. A distant neighbor, who has quite a lot of rice fields in this area.

"Go home, Mr. Kasan," replied plain Jamal.

"Kok home? It's still morning" asked Mr. Kasan again.

He could not wait to go home soon, to give word about the results of this rice sale to his Ami at home.

Jamal finally passed towards the village road, because this rice field area is quite far from where the residents live.

With light steps, Jamal walked towards the house.

'Emi 'Ami. We can realize our dreams ami.'

[ The Ding ]

[Daily missions begin Mr ]

'What's the daily mission for today?'

[The plan was realized Mr. ]

'That's all?'

[Mister needs advanced tools for the growing season ]

'Of course I want those tools. But the sophisticated ones certainly.'

[Complete mission and rewards received ]

'really?'

[Of course, sir ]

[Did the system ever make pranks ]

'Emhhhh.'

[Finished mission rewards accepted ]

'When?'

[Directly sent to the host's house ]

[If the mission is carried out ]

[ The Ding ]

"Huhffl..." Jamal took a deep breath, when he finished interacting with the system he had.

Now, he has arrived home.

"Pregnant... Ami!"

Jamal was clamoring for his mother, who was currently tidying up some of the items she took out from inside the house.

"Jamal. How come you're home?" tanya Umi, who was surprised to see Jamal back home.

"We did the Ami. The price is also high. Exceeding the usual price of rice," Jamal said, quickly.

She felt very happy, by giving this good news to her Ami.

"Is that right Mal? How much is it?" tanya Umi wants to know, how much this child is releasing the price of rice that is still in the rice field.

Actually, Umi was worried. He was afraid that, his son who did not know anything about this would release his work at a cheap price.

"10 million Ami."

"Well! 10 million?"

Umi did not believe what her son said. He thought that Jamal was just joking. Because he felt that if, Jamal could not possibly make his own price. Because small farmers like them, only come with market prices that have been determined by middlemen.

"Yes Ami. 10 million."

Jamal was still pampered with the answer he gave. Because it was a hundred million too, the money that was sent to his bank account.

"Aren't you dreaming, Jamal? don't lie to Ami, do you?" asked Umi with a probing look.

But he also knows how his son is. Jamal never lied to him. So inevitably, Umi also smiled happily. Because it turns out, his son was able to do anything that had not been done so far.

"See Ami!"

Jamal shows his cell phone screen, so that his Ami can see for himself. The last message he received from a notification sent by the bank.

"So, Jamal met someone in the rice field. He is happy with Jamal Ami. And he asked, whose rice is this?"

"Jamal answered, my rice. Keep going, he asked again. How much are you selling it?"

"Jamal answered again, 10 million."

"And he assented to Ami. He also directly paid for the rice, through the transfer of Ami. He couldn't have brought so much money into the rice field."

Umi fell silent, hearing all the explanations and stories from Jamal. He was overwhelmed by what happened to his son.

"Alhamdulillah O Allah... Jamal could learn a lot from all the events that happened to us all along."

Umi bow down in gratitude. And so is Jamal.

The two of them, hugging each other, with a sense of fullness.

"You should always be grateful to Jamal. Because without you going to the city, God still loves you. With all the windfall from him."