Qin Zhao nodded. He didn't want to interfere too much in other people's family affairs, so he didn't make any further judgments.
Jing Li thought this was a good decision.
The villagers tacitly assumed that the family would not be divided as long as the elders were still alive, and no younger generation dared to mention it to the elders. In addition, the old lady had been ill for half a year, which is why things have become like this.
In this situation, it would be better for everyone if we separated as soon as possible.
Chen Yanan asked again: "Let's not talk about this anymore. What about you? What are you doing here?"
Qin Zhao informed his intention.
"You want to borrow a plowing ox? I have one at home!" Chen Yan'an patted his chest and said, "I know the land you just rented. Once things here are settled, I'll have my mother help you plow it."
Qin Zhao shook his head: "This is not appropriate."
"What's wrong with that?" Chen Yan'an waved his hand. "My mother was talking about it this morning. I don't know how to thank you. It's my duty to help you."
The little fat man was very sincere, but Qin Zhao did not agree easily.
In the end, neither of them could convince the other, so they waited outside the house until the Chen family had finished their discussion. Mrs. Chen walked in last, and as soon as she came out, Chen Yan'an spoke his mind before Qin Zhao could.
Mrs. Chen agreed without thinking.
"It's just a small favor. Mr. Qin, there's no need to be polite with me." After a night, Chen Dasao even changed the way she addressed Qin Zhao. "What happened before was already offensive. Now that you've saved my mother, I should repay you."
"Your plot isn't much, so why not give it all to me this year? I'll help you with the plowing, planting, and harvesting."
"How can that be?" Qin Zhao resolutely refused to agree. "The Chen family has already done me a favor. If we really count favors, isn't the Chen family's favor to me even greater?"
Jing Li knew that Qin Zhao was not doing this entirely out of gratitude.
It is not easy for Mrs. Chen, a woman, to raise her son alone in such a small mountain village. What's more, the Chen family is about to split up, and her life will only become more difficult.
She still has to help Chen Yan'an earn tuition fees, so how could she take advantage of her?
Mrs. Chen was straightforward. She said, "Then you tell me what to do. I'm going to do something to repay you."
Qin Zhao thought for a moment and said, "How about this? I'll do as you ask and help me plow the land and sow the seeds. After the work is done, I'll pay you 50% of the wages. How about that?"
Mrs. Chen was still a little hesitant, but seeing Qin Zhao's determination, she could only nod and say, "Okay."
The Chen family still has some chores to deal with these two days, so Mrs. Chen and Qin Zhao agreed to help him plow the land in three days.
This matter cannot be delayed too long. Once the family is divided, it is hard to say who will get the cow.
That's how it was settled.
After resolving the issue of arable land, Qin Zhao took Jing Li to the west of the village.
There are several vacant lots at the west end of the village, one of which has been fenced off. It is the area Qin Zhao has bought and is planning to build a house.
Going further and out of the village, you will see the two fields he rented.
Qin Zhao didn't have time to take care of these corn seedlings these days, but after not seeing them for a few days, the corn seedlings had grown a lot taller and the germination rate was surprisingly good.
Li Dali also said that the harvests from these two plots of land were not good. Can this be considered bad?
Qin Zhao didn't know much about farming and planned to ask Li Dali another day.
Qin Zhao went to the stream to fetch water to water the corn in the field.
Jing Li was surprised to find that Qin Zhao didn't know everything, at least he seemed very unskilled in watering the plants.
First, he would bring a bucket filled with water from the stream, place it at his feet, bend down to scoop up some water, and sprinkle it on the ground. He could only water the small area around him at a time, and then he would carry the bucket forward.
The sickly man was too weak to move, and after bending and standing up several times, he was sweating profusely and his lips turned slightly pale.
Jing Li: “…”
This is less than one-fifth.
Jing Li couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he jumped out of the fish basket and into the wooden barrel.
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