Chapter 209 Would you like to consider joining my farm?
After hearing this, Sang Zhixia let out a breath calmly and didn't ask any more questions.
As long as everything is fine.
There is really no need to dig into the matter of people who are really not capable of conspiracy. Even if you find out, it won't help and will only make things worse.
Sang Zhixia has a very clear understanding of her own position and does not want to interfere too much in Xu Yu's actions.
Anyway...
Xu Yu knows his limits, so there's no need to ask if he can handle things well.
Sang Zhixia was determined not to say anything, but others didn't think so.
She had no idea what Xu Yu and the old man had talked about. Not long after Xu Yu came out of the east room, the old man came out with his hands behind his back and called her, "Girl, are you awake?"
Sang Zhixia came out and answered, "Grandfather?"
The old man pointed outside, squinted his eyes and said, "The sun has set. It's boring to sit at home with such a clear sky and breeze. Come with me to the fields."
Since the old man had spoken, Sang Zhixia naturally would not refuse.
The old man and the young boy left the house and met many villagers who greeted them on the way.
The old man smiled and agreed to all of them, then casually said, "Ou'er did go a little too far this time, but I can't find any major fault. In the long run, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages. Do you understand me?"
The last layer of window paper was punctured, Sang Zhixia pursed her lips and didn't respond.
The old man said slowly, "You are young and resilient, but inevitably a little ruthless. Yu'er, though not much older than you, is ruthless at heart, but also a bit flexible and too rigid. In my opinion, neither of you has a good temperament."
A person who values human life more than anything else cannot be cruel and leaves more room for others.
One who is too cruel leaves no room for mercy.
But these people with completely opposite personalities became husband and wife by accident. They seemed incompatible, but their complementarity and coordination were just right.
The old man slowly talked about trivial matters in the past, and his soft words were just chatting. Sang Zhixia listened quietly all the way without saying a word.
Arriving at the threshing ground, which had returned to its former state, the old man gently patted Sang Zhixia on the shoulder and said slowly, "It's true that the crime doesn't deserve death, but even if it doesn't, it can still serve as a lesson."
"People who are too cruel are prone to losing people's hearts and becoming suspicious, while people who are too soft are easily bullied and have difficulty making decisions."
"In the future, under your and Yu'er's management, the Xu family will prosper, their business will flourish, and their land will be rich in grain. The people involved will be full of complicated emotions and devious tactics. For you, everything will be a test, so there's no need to be shy about anything."
Sang Zhixia blinked and whispered, "Grandfather, I'm just a little worried about Xu Yu."
One or two things can cover it up completely, and with Xu Yu's meticulous mind, it is unlikely that anyone will notice.
But what about leaving Luobei Village?
Did you go to other places and meet more people?
With Xu Yu's personality, what if he runs into a tough opponent and suffers a loss one day?
Sang Zhixia didn't think the dead people were innocent or pitiful. She just thought of Xu Yu, who seemed to be walking on the edge of a knife every day, and her heart was hanging in the air and she couldn't let go.
She was worried.
The old man smiled softly: "Don't worry, I have already taught him a lesson."
"If you don't understand something or can't figure it out, you can ask me anytime. You can talk to me about anything you want to say."
"Don't worry, I won't tell Yu'er about the little things we said between you and me. I'll keep it a secret."
Sang Zhixia was amused by the old man's gentle tone, as if he was coaxing a child. She sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "Okay."
The sun was setting, and because they were delayed this morning, those who were supposed to finish work were still busy in the fields.
Sang Zhixia suppressed his extra thoughts and went over to help. He happened to overhear what the people in the field were saying and couldn't help but pause for a moment.
"Auntie Wang, are you saying that this year, our eight mu of land only yielded a little over 500 kilograms of grain?"
Aunt Wang groaned bitterly, her sickle swinging so hard it left an afterimage, muttering, "That's right."
"At the beginning of the year, I was hoping for a good harvest. I could sell some grain for silver and buy a piece of cloth for my daughter's dowry, but now it's completely impossible."
There are more than a dozen people in her family, big and small. The little food they harvest is enough to feed themselves for a whole year, so they have to tighten their belts. Where does the extra food come from?
Sang Zhixia's heart skipped a beat, and she asked in surprise, "I see that everyone in your family is good at tending crops, so why is the harvest so bad?"
Aunt Wang's family has six strong laborers working in Xu's fields every day.
With so many people welding in the ground, how could they not hear any sound when they sweat?
Speaking of this, Aunt Wang's face became even more bitter: "Don't even mention it. No matter how hard I try, it all depends on fate!"
"The seedlings in the field were fine when we first planted them, but as soon as summer arrived, large swathes of them withered and died. In the end, less than 30% of the seedlings in the field produced ears of rice, and those that barely formed ears only produced shriveled husks and dried-up rice, which was a mess."
"Not only have I wasted a year's work, but I don't know how I'm going to get through this winter."
As soon as this was said, there were people who immediately agreed with it, and they all talked about the regrettable poor harvest this autumn.
Sang Zhixia listened to the constant conversations around her, stopped what she was doing, and suddenly realized that this might be the opportunity she had been waiting for.
Isn’t this a good opportunity?
There are a lot of chores to do after harvesting the crops, such as building houses and turning the soil. If we can take this opportunity to keep most of these people, it will be much easier to run the farm later.
Her heartbeat was like thunder pounding against her throat. Sang Zhixia took a deep breath and interrupted everyone's conversation, "Auntie, do you think the grain we harvested from our fields is okay?"
Aunt Wang said without hesitation: "This is more than okay, isn't it?"
"Oh, you've seen a lot of good things in the little wife's family, and you don't know what the bad ones are like!"
"Yes, your family's one acre of land can produce as much grain as three acres of other families'. If this happened to someone else, the whole family, young and old, would burst into laughter as soon as they walked in and fell on the kang. How could this be bad?"
Tired of squatting, Sang Zhixia simply sat down on the edge of the ridge and said with a smile, "Do the uncles and aunts think my house is okay?"
“That’s it!”
"So do you want to get more food next year?"
When everyone was talking in the highest spirits, Sang Zhixia brought out the new topic at the right time.
As expected, most people who heard this turned to look at her, their eyes full of surprise.
Aunt Wang, who was closest to her, nervously grabbed the mud-spattered hem of her clothes and asked tentatively, "What do you mean?"
"Can the crops grown in my fields be this good?"
"How did you teach us to do it?"
The Xu family's unusually large harvest was no secret in several nearby villages.
It is amazing to say that many people rushed to Xu's land to see the wonder after hearing the news, but after seeing enough of the excitement, they turned around and walked back to their own fields, and they couldn't explain anything.
The Xu family had been short of grain seeds earlier, so they went everywhere to buy them with great fanfare. The grain seeds they used were the same as those used by other families.
During the spring plowing and sowing period, the Xu family invented some new labor-saving gadgets, but the actual work was all done by hired people, and it was all under everyone's watch, so they couldn't find anything strange.
But what is strange is that many families suffered poor harvests this year, but the Xu family happened to have great luck. Apart from good feng shui, what else could be the explanation?
Someone couldn't help but interject, "Could it be that burning incense and praying before plowing really works? Does praying for feng shui really work?"
Sang Zhixia couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Amidst the curious and expectant gazes of many, she cleared her throat and said, "This has nothing to do with Feng Shui, but if you trust me, would you consider joining my farm?"
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