Is there some conspiracy?

Qian Chunhua couldn't make up her mind. She looked at Xu Tao and asked, "Did he say why he wanted to sell it?"

Xu Tao shook his head. "He was in a hurry and asked to see the wife."

Qian Chunhua was also impatient, and stood up directly, "Hey, let's meet."

No matter what conspiracy or plot he has, she will consider it after meeting him. It is not Qian Chunhua's character to give up without trying at all.

When coming out of the front hall and passing by the front yard.

Looking at the barren yard, Qian Chunhua suddenly remembered the vegetable seeds he bought. These seeds could only be kept in the space and could not be used in the field for the time being.

Because of the coming heavy rain, there is a possibility that the vegetables will rot in the fields before they are ripe.

There is another most important reason. The temperature is now low, and the greenhouse vegetables that Qian Chunhua originally envisioned could not be built as scheduled.

Forget it, I won’t consider growing my own vegetables for now.

…

When Qian Chunhua saw Qin Laozhang, the owner of the next mountain, again, she was stunned.

In just over a month, the old man seemed to have experienced the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow, and became even older.

His originally gray hair had turned completely white, and his body had become much thinner, as if a slight breeze could blow him down.

Qian Chunhua secretly speculated in her heart, wondering what had happened in Qin's family, otherwise he would not have come to her house on his own initiative.

"Mrs. Qian, we meet again." There was a hint of fatigue in Old Man Qin's voice, but his back was still straight, as if the changes in his family had not defeated him.

"Uncle Qin, please take a seat." Qian Chunhua greeted him warmly.

Upon seeing this, the butler immediately ordered Zheng Lin to serve a cup of hot tea to Mr. Qin.

Qin Laozhang held the hot tea in his hand, feeling the warmth in the cup spreading through his body, and then he slowly spoke, "Mrs. Qian, last month you mentioned that you wanted to buy my mountain. Do you still have this plan now?"

Qian Chunhua nodded and motioned for Mr. Qin to continue.

Mr. Qin was silent for a moment, as if trying to calm down his emotions.

He took a sip of tea, trying to keep himself calm, and then said, "Mrs. Qian, how about we go with the price you mentioned last time?"

Qian Chunhua was slightly stunned.

The price we discussed last time was 10,000 taels of silver. This was the suggestion given by Wang Yaren, and it should be considered the lowest price in the market under the circumstances at that time.

However, now with the news of the prince's victory, the prices of these assets have begun to skyrocket, and this mountain now requires at least thirteen thousand taels of silver to be taken.

She looked at Mr. Qin in confusion, not understanding why he would take the initiative to offer such a favorable price.

Seeing Qian Chunhua's puzzled expression, Qin Laozhang took the initiative to speak, "Madam Qian, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. The Qin family is unfortunate to have a rebellious son..."

As Qin Laozhang told his story, Qian Chunhua gradually understood the story behind the Qin family's selling of the mountain.

The Qin family had an only son named Qin Lang, who was in his prime, thirty years old.

He had been working hard in the mountains with his parents since he was young, managing the family's forests. With the help of his elder brothers, his life was not rich but stable.

However, in the past month, Qin Lang seemed to have become a different person and had developed a bad habit of gambling.

Under the inducement of the city's playboys, he became more and more addicted. In just one month, he lost a total of 8,000 taels of silver.

It was not until yesterday when the creditors of the gambling house came to collect the debt that Mr. Qin and his wife woke up from their dream and learned what their son had done.

In anger, they beat Qin Lang severely and kept blaming him, but now that things had come to this, the whole family had to share the consequences.

After learning what her husband had done, Qin Lang's wife was so angry that she took her children back to her parents' home.

Before leaving, the people from the gambling house left a message: in three days, either you transfer the mountains and forests to them, or you hand over eight thousand taels of silver to pay off the debt.

Originally, Qin Lang had only borrowed four thousand taels, but with the gambling house's compound interest, it had become eight thousand taels. The Qin family had no choice.