Some people told them that the land originally belonged to the villagers and that they didn't need to spend so much money.

Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu both felt more secure having the land deed in their own hands. This was also to prevent the villagers who had participated in the land reclamation from causing trouble later, since they had already paid for it.

After buying the land, Cheng Qingyan finally felt a sense of anticipation, and a smile remained on her face.

Seeing how happy she was about buying the land, Ye Lingyu couldn't help but feel happy too.

While happy, they couldn't help but worry. They had spent five taels of silver. If Cheng Qingyan couldn't turn those dozen or so acres of land into fertile fields, or even low-grade fields, when would they ever be able to earn back that five taels of silver?

After returning home from the village chief's, it was still early. Cheng Qingyan suggested going to check out the newly purchased land so they could have a better idea of ​​its future.

Ye Lingyu naturally agreed, but although she had bought the land, she was still a little worried.

The fields, spanning over ten acres, are located close to the foot of the mountain.

Because no one cultivates it anymore, it's overgrown with weeds. At first glance, you can't tell it was ever farmland; it looks exactly like uncultivated wasteland.

The weeds were easy to clear, but the ground was too hard. Cheng Qingyan tapped it a few times, but it hurt his hand.

The land here needs to be turned over again, and it's not enough for her and Ye Lingyu to do it by themselves.

Cheng Qingyan stood by the edge of the field and asked, "Wife, how much does it cost per acre to hire someone to plow the land?"

"It should be around twenty coins."

"That's alright, we can still afford it. But this land might need to be dug up several times, which will cost a fortune!"

Ye Lingyu chuckled when she saw Cheng Qingyan's distressed expression at the large sum of money. He had given away the five taels of silver to the village chief so generously, without seeming to care much at all.

After inspecting the land, Cheng Qingyan had some initial ideas.

We can't waste the weeds on the ground; we can burn them to get some ash, which will make the land easier to cultivate later.

After tilling the land, the grass roots should be picked out, and then some fertilizer should be sprinkled on them to help the land recover.

Ideally, you can plant in the spring; if not, just continue composting and nourishing the soil—things will get better eventually.

Having a general idea of ​​the direction, Cheng Qingyan's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile. In the sunlight, the mole at the corner of her eye caught Ye Lingyu's eye.

I've always thought that the little mole at the corner of Cheng Qingyan's eye is quite mischievous.

Because it is so small, you can only see it when you get close; you can't see it from more than three feet away.

At this moment, Ye Lingyu stood close to Cheng Qingyan at the edge of the field. She not only saw the mole, but also smelled the pleasant scent emanating from Cheng Qingyan.

It has a very fragrant and sweet taste that makes you want to take a bite.

Realizing what she was thinking, Ye Lingyu awkwardly looked away and tried to shift her thoughts.

"Do you know what to do with this land?"

Cheng Qingyan nodded, and when he didn't hear a response from Ye Lingyu, he turned his gaze to Ye Lingyu.

She noticed that Ye Lingyu wasn't looking at her, but was staring at the distant mountains.

No wonder I didn't see her nod; the mountains were more attractive than her.

What was she looking at? Cheng Qingyan leaned closer, her head almost touching Ye Lingyu's. She wanted to see what Ye Lingyu was looking at so intently that she hadn't even noticed her approaching.

Just as Ye Lingyu calmed down, an even richer fragrance wafted towards her nose.

Startled, she turned to see what was going on, and Cheng Qingyan felt a chill on her face.

Ye Lingyu's breath hitched, and she hurriedly stepped back. After stepping back, she realized that she might have overreacted; after all, they were both women.

Surely, it shouldn't be a problem?

Cheng Qingyan originally just wanted to be closer to Ye Lingyu so that she could see what she was looking at.

Who would have thought that Ye Lingyu would suddenly turn her head! Ahhhhh! She, Ye Lingyu, kissed her cheek when she turned her head!

Why are Ye Lingyu's lips so cold? Is she cold?

Thinking this, I asked aloud, "Your lips are so cold, aren't you cold?"

"It's not cold." This time the words sounded a little stiff.

Cheng Qingyan was also a little embarrassed. She thought that Ye Lingyu probably wouldn't overthink things just because her lips touched her face like that.

But she's a 21st-century anime/manga fangirl who roams the internet. She's imagined countless scenarios of what older sisters and younger sisters might feel, and these are some of those scenarios!

I used to think, how could someone be so mentally unstable to have something like this happen!

Unbelievable! The vivid image in her mind came from real-life experience! This touch perfectly matched the image that had been etched in her mind, and she was completely stunned!

My heart was pounding, like a little white rabbit was hopping around inside!

Although Ye Lingyu wasn't exactly stunningly beautiful, nor was she the kind of super beauty that would make someone glance at her twice while browsing the internet, she was still a pretty girl with delicate features, and with a little dressing up, she could definitely turn heads.

She was a lesbian and always kept a polite distance from Ye Lingyu, afraid that she might accidentally fall in love with a straight man, which would be a terrible tragedy!

Perhaps it was because Ye Lingyu was born in ancient times, but she blushed when she saw Ye Lingyu step back.

She, as a lesbian, could accept blushing and her heart racing a little. But Ye Lingyu, a straight woman, blushed because of the feudal ideas of feudal society, where women were not supposed to touch each other.

I need to find a topic to talk about quickly, otherwise this silent atmosphere will drown her.

Even if she doesn't drown, the little white rabbit in her heart will jump on her until she dies!

Cheng Qingyan remembered that he hadn't replied to Ye Lingyu's words yet: "I was just about to tell you that I've figured out the initial plan for this land. If there aren't any major problems in practice, it might be able to be planted in time for next spring."

Upon hearing this, Ye Lingyu immediately became suspicious. So many people in the village had spent their entire lives farming, yet none of them had managed to fertilize this land. What could Cheng Qingyan possibly do to make such a statement?

"How exactly do you do it?"

Cheng Qingyan smiled mysteriously: "To be specific, I need you to help me find someone with an ox to till the fields. As for anything more specific, we'll have to see how it goes."

What's the difference between saying that and not saying anything at all? Why is this guy suddenly acting like he deserves a beating?

Ye Lingyu looked directly at her and noticed that Cheng Qingyan's gaze shifted slightly.

A slight smile played on her lips as she asked, "When does my husband plan to turn the soil?"

Cheng Qingyan looked down and considered the situation. There was still work to be done at home; the rice hadn't been husked yet. There was also the repair work on the courtyard wall, and with finding help, it would take several more days!

"In three to five days, we can have someone turn it over once. After the rice is husked, if there are no problems, we can turn it over again."

"By the way, wife, what do you usually do with the rice husks and straw after the harvest in our village?"

What happens to rice husks and straw? They're generally only used for firewood. She asked, "Are we going to use them for tilling the land later?"