Chen Changyuan listened quietly and replied, "Old Yuan, I've thought about this too. The key to this matter is that everyone has to work together. I can't handle such a big business by myself. Tomorrow I'm planning to select some reliable strong laborers to take the lead."

The old man smacked his lips and said softly, "Well, let me give you a suggestion. Our village has a few wastelands that have been left to grow grass in recent years. They're useless if left alone. Why don't we just combine them and take turns growing medicinal herbs? We can each do our own work and take care of the village ourselves. It's much more cost-effective!"

These words seemed to clear up a knot in Chen Changyuan's head.

"That's a brilliant idea! We can't let these several plots of land go to waste. I'll bring this up in front of the whole village tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, the old man raised his hand and touched his nose, a hint of pride on his lips: "Leave this matter to me. You can catch the big guys, but also keep a close eye on those who are not your friends, and don't let them ruin your business!"

Chen Changyuan nodded and sent Lao Yuantou out.

The next morning, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

Chen Changyuan was already standing at the entrance of the village, setting up an impromptu meeting.

The people gathered around the stone table were Brother Tieniu, Lao Yuantou, and a few other good workers in the village.

Chen Changyuan unfolded his notebook and said without looking up, "The wasteland to the east needs to be converted into medicinal fields. There's no time to delay. For now, let's follow my division of labor: planting, fertilizing, rewards and penalties for labor... If we take care of all these things, the more work, the more harvest."

Tie Niu smiled and continued, "Changyuan, sure! Your plan is quite comprehensive. I'll pick someone right away and get started!"

The old man also waved his hand and said, "This method is more convenient and will give you more strength. You little brother can handle it!"

On the other side, Zhou Dazhu's house.

Lin Xiaoya was so angry that her face turned red like a monkey's butt as she stood in the middle of the yard.

The rags in his hand were nearly crushed into a dried pickle, and his voice shot out an octave higher: "Look at what you've done! Where's all the blessings you promised me, Zhou Dazhu? You can't even afford a complete set of clothes, so why aren't the boasts you made when you married me going to the sky?"

In the main room, Zhou Dazhui was wrapped in a tattered cotton jacket and his neck was shrunk.

His eyes darted around the crack in the door, and he muttered with a tangled tongue, "Howling! The whole village can hear it. Where can I put my old face?"

These words were like gasoline, and Lin Xiaoya kicked the door open and rushed in.

The tip of her nail nearly dug into the man's nose. "You still have shame? We threw our shame into the cesspool eight hundred years ago! Who in the village wouldn't laugh at me for being so blinded by greed that I dumped Chen Changyuan, that golden nugget, and chose you, a piece of rotten mud!"

Zhou Dazhu was feeling very embarrassed, and when he heard the three words "Chen Changyuan", he jumped up as if he had stepped on an electric switch.

He slapped the table loudly, "That idiot is nothing! My Zhou family is a family of honor, and we are far superior to him in terms of food, clothing, and daily expenses."

"Ouch!"

Lin Xiaoya slapped her thigh in a sarcastic tone, "They're now leading the whole village in growing medicinal herbs and making a fortune, while you, a street urchin, are just living off your savings every day. What's wrong? Haven't you even eaten up all the money your parents saved?"

These words were like a knife, making Zhou Dazhu roll his eyes.

Zhou Dazhui hesitated for a long time before finally uttering a sentence haltingly.

"I've never seen a shrew like you! You wanted to marry into my family and live a peaceful life, but why are you making trouble all day long?"

After hearing this, Lin Xiaoya threw the clothes in her hand heavily onto the table, veins bulging in anger: "I'm making trouble? Why didn't you think I was a spoiled child when your Zhou family begged me? Now that you've married me, you think I'm worthless. I'm not a silly girl who can be manipulated by others!"

Her words hit people's hearts so hard that even Wang Cuifen couldn't help but look out and frown.

"Why are you two arguing again? Aren't you ashamed?"

She glanced at the clothes on the ground with disdain, her face full of disdain: "Xiaoya, our conditions are not enough for your ladylike temper. If you don't want to live here, get out and don't cause us any trouble!"

Lin Xiaoya glared at her mother-in-law, her eyes nearly blazing with anger. "I told you, there's not a single good person in the Zhou family! Why did I marry into this family? Where are the good days you promised me? And now? I've become the target of your venting!"

Wang Cuifen snorted coldly, her hands on her hips. "You have no ability, yet you blame others? What ability do you have? How dare you challenge my Zhou family? Who cares about you?"

"Shut up!"

Zhou Changhe walked over with a dark face.

"What's the use of making a fuss? There's no one at home who's worrying about you, they're all troublemakers! No one expects me to clean up after you, so do whatever you want!"

As soon as Zhou Changhe spoke, the room fell silent.

Even Lin Xiaoya stopped arguing, her eyes slightly red.

She kept thinking about why she gave up Chen Changyuan and chose the Zhou family, even though she knew that this place was a mess.

Isn't it because you want to live in peace?

Seize the Zhou family, this big tree with a bright appearance.

Now it seems that it is just good-looking but useless.

She glanced out the window and saw several village women giggling outside the yard.

The fire in her heart burned fiercely again, and she gritted her teeth fiercely: "Zhou Dazhu, I'm telling you, don't let me decide on the migrant workers! If I go to find Chen Changyuan, you won't be able to tear my face back!"

Zhou Dazhu felt like a huge stone had fallen on his heart, and he felt depressed.

He jumped up immediately, his fingers almost poking Lin Xiaoya's face.

"Don't even think about it! Don't even mention that brat's name! You must protect the Zhou family even if you die!"

Wang Cuifen and Zhou Changhe looked at each other.

The only thing left in the room was Lin Xiaoya's contemptuous smile, and she muttered to herself.

"Just wait and see how much your 'protection even to death' is worth!"

Lin Xiaoya gritted her teeth and glared at Zhou Dazhu as if she wanted to punch two holes in him.

She was so angry that her chest heaved violently. Suddenly, she sneered, "Okay, you want to protect the Zhou family, right? Let's see if your parents will protect you! I've had enough of this!"

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