Wang Qiqiang returned carrying a hoe and saw the person in the yard. She was dressed in a grayish-blue cloth, extremely thin, holding a rabbit in her arms, and a few strands of hair under her headband fluttered in the wind, looking as gentle as a painting.

His heart skipped a beat, his face flushed, and Wang Qiqiang stood outside the door, at a loss for what to do.

"Brother, why are you standing there? Come in." Wang Qisheng came out of the house with a book in his hand and happened to see his older brother outside the door.

Yuan Doudou then noticed Wang Qiqiang, "Brother Wang, you're back."

Wang Qiqiang remained silent, nodded, and carried his hoe into the thatched hut, which was filled with farming tools.

"Auntie, Brother Wang is back too. I have something I'd like to discuss with you."

Yuan Doudou looked serious. Zhang Aiju stopped what she was doing, dried her hands with her apron, and stood up.

The three sat down at the table, and Wang Qisheng poured each of them a cup of cold tea.

"Dou Dou, just tell me what's wrong, and I'll definitely help if I can." Yuan Dou Dou was sensible and well-behaved, and she loved her dearly.

Wang Qiqiang agreed with his mother and nodded in agreement.

Yuan Doudou was very moved. "Actually, it's not a big deal. I got back the land use certificate for my family's five mu of land from my second uncle. I have one and a half mu of land myself. With these five mu, I'm afraid I can't manage it all by myself, so I want to rent the land to you."

"This is not a difficult matter, but the village head must agree." The King of Ling is enlightened and allows the subletting of land, but it requires the approval of the village head.

Yuan Doudou felt a bit disgusted when she thought of the village head's face.

"No problem, I can handle it. Just don't make things difficult for you." Yuan Doudou said nonchalantly.

Wang Qiqiang was silent for a moment, then said, "I agree to plant it. How much do you want per acre?"

"I don't want money, just some food every year will do," Yuan Doudou said generously.

Zhang Aiju stopped her, saying, "That won't do. We still have to pay. We're not the kind of people who like to take advantage of others. How about this, I'll calculate it at the market price, one tael of silver a year. Five mu of land would be five taels of silver, plus some grain for you to eat."

Wang Qisheng stood aside, listened for a moment, and wondered if his mother had gone mad. How much could an acre of land yield in a year? After taxes, it wouldn't even amount to a single ounce.

Yuan Doudou was taken aback. "Auntie, I'm already very grateful that you're willing to farm my land. How can I charge you so much money? Here's what we'll do: if you really want to pay, I'll charge you 100 coins per mu. I'll only charge you for five mu, and you can have the other three-tenths of the land."

Yuan Doudou's straightforward personality impressed Wang Qisheng, a man well-read in literature; she was truly a formidable woman.

“Mom, I think it’s a good idea.” He was the first to agree.

Aunt Zhang glared at him and said, "Go inside and read."

"Oh." Wang Qisheng pouted and reluctantly walked into the inner room.

"Auntie, Brother Wang, if you agree, I'll go find the village head right now." I'll just give him another bowl of chicken if necessary.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Aiju had no choice but to agree.

"Mother, sob sob sob." The sound of crying came from outside.