Han Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that they had finally relented, but he was still troubled by Grandma Han's reminder.
Seeing her father hesitate, Han Luoxue feared he might change his mind again, so she quickly said:
“Grandpa Village Head, isn’t there a big, vacant courtyard at the entrance of the village? Can we stay there for a while? Of course, we won’t stay for free. How much does that courtyard cost? If we can’t buy it within a year, we’ll move out.”
“Alright, the yard is just sitting empty anyway, so let’s just say it’s two hundred catties of coarse grain.”
The houses in the village were already worthless, and the villagers were all poor, but now they couldn't even afford to eat. Let alone two hundred jin, they couldn't even come up with one hundred jin.
The yard was big, but people had died inside. Last winter was so cold that they suffocated while trying to keep warm by burning a fire inside. When they were found, all six members of the family were dead. Because there were no survivors, the house became the village's public property.
Hearing that she needed two hundred catties of coarse grains, Han Luoxue was secretly delighted, but she put on a troubled expression:
"Grandpa Village Head, so many people died in that house, and nobody has any spare grain right now. Isn't 200 jin a bit too much?"
Before my father became paralyzed, our family received less than 200 jin of grain a year.
"Well, Xue'er is right, then it'll be 100 jin. No less than that. If you can produce enough grain within a year, the house is yours. If you can't, you'll have to move out of that courtyard."
After Han Qiang finished speaking, he glanced at the crowd of onlookers:
"I will distribute the grain to everyone when it arrives. Of course, if you can produce the grain now, the courtyard will be yours first."
Everyone quickly shook their heads, thinking about how many people had died in that courtyard, and how they wouldn't dare go there to live if they weren't given food.
Han Mingyuan's family is really out of options. They don't even know if living there will lead to them being lured away by evil spirits.
With her accommodation sorted out, Old Mrs. Han, though unwilling, couldn't object.
The rest of the Han family members were a mix of joy and sorrow. The children hung their heads, feeling unwilling to let their prize slip away so easily.
While everyone was there, Han Qiang asked them to help pack his things.
However, there really wasn't much in the third son's house of the Han family. There was only a broken pot, a few tattered clothes, and two quilts and mattresses, which one person could easily carry.
Han Qiang personally carried Han Mingyuan on his back, and the group left in a grand procession.
After letting Han Mingyuan go, he went back and wrote a document, which he had Han Datou and the four Han brothers put their fingerprints on, and the third branch of the Han family was completely separated.
He received not a single grain of food and was forced to leave the house penniless; from then on, the two families would have no further connection, neither living nor dying for the other.
Seeing that there were two copies of the document, Han Luoxue finally felt relieved and carefully accepted it.
"Mingyuan, your uncle's family doesn't have much food left either. Please make do with this for a few days."
Han Qiang handed over a bag containing two kilograms of coarse grains.
Han Mingyuan's eyes reddened again, and he choked back tears as he refused:
"Uncle Qiang, we're all starving right now, I can't accept this food."
“You silly child, why are you being so polite with your uncle? If it weren’t for you risking your life to save me back then, the grass on my grave would be growing taller by now.”
As he spoke, he took the wolf tooth out of his pocket, solemnly placed it in Han Mingyuan's hand, and instructed him:
"Please keep this. You saved my life back then, and I remember it. But I don't have any special skills to help you."
Looking at Han Qiang's apologetic face, Han Mingyuan felt even worse.
He only saved Han Qiang once, but Uncle Qiang helped him so much.
And what about his brothers? They were a bunch of heartless, beastly bastards.
"Xue'er is a girl with her own ideas. Hang in there, better days are ahead."
Han Qiang said meaningfully.
Han Mingyuan looked towards his eldest daughter and nodded. If it weren't for Xue'er's quick thinking today, their family would have fallen apart.
However, now that they have separated, how they will survive is still a problem.
They only had two kilograms of grain, and even if they tightened their belts, they couldn't last long.
It's still better than staying at Old Han's house. They haven't had any porridge with the taste of grains over there for a long time.
Han Luoxue was still in shock. She had just heard a notification that she had activated the Nuwa's Tears Space. Did she actually have the transmigration cheat code from the novel?
My thoughts drifted in, and I discovered a small puddle inside—oh, no, it should be a spring.
The system evolved from Nuwa's tears. Beside the spring, there is a square patch of black soil, about one meter in size.
This makes it seem like she used to play Farmville.
With just this one plot of land, no seeds, no tools, she had no idea what to do with it.
But didn't Grandpa Village Head just give her two jin of grain?
She'll try it first in a bit.
"Dad, what about the grain that the village head lent us?"
Han Luoxue's words made Han Mingyuan look at her with new respect. Xue'er was so sensible, unlike Yu'er, whose eyes lit up when she saw the grain, wishing she could eat her fill right now.
Everyone is starving right now, and they've been grateful that Han Qiang gave them this food. As their daughter said, it's a loan, and they'll have to pay it back later.
"Xue'er, your mother is not well. You are the eldest in the family, so I'm entrusting the grain to you for safekeeping."
My eldest daughter used to be well-behaved and obedient, but today she suddenly became opinionated.
Han Mingyuan wasn't surprised; after all, anyone who encounters something like this will grow up.
Han Luoxue was overjoyed. She had just been thinking of taking some grain to see if she could grow it in her space. Now that her father was keeping it for her, it was like having a pillow delivered to her when she was sleepy.
"Father, I will make proper arrangements. By the way, could you also let me keep that document safe? I will protect it with my life."
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