Chapter 133： what are you worrying about

Chapter 133 What are you worrying about

Only then did Village Chief Lu make sure that he heard correctly, and the excited people stood up abruptly: "Da Fu, you can't do this! How can you be the head of the family? If the two children want to make trouble, you let them make trouble? Wasteland counts as a plant. There's nothing, but it's also land, and it's still worth some silver, so let's not say three or four taels. One, two, and one mu are always needed. These five acres are about ten taels of silver. Are you crazy? Is the family already so rich!"

The last sentence roared out Lu Zhuangniu and the others.

Lu Zhuangniu and the others almost nodded in agreement.

After shouting, Village Chief Lu finally realized that he was too excited, a little embarrassed, and smiled shyly: "Da Fu, don't blame me, I didn't yell at you on purpose, I just thought you were too ill-conceived, and your family is sold. I lost a bear, but that's what the five tigers worked hard to get... Anyway, I just don't want your family to have a better life, and it's not as hard as before, haha, and the result is the same as before. You must think carefully about this wasteland. This is not a trivial matter. If you buy it, it will be too late for you to regret it later."

"Village Chief, I know." Xue Dafu still didn't take it to heart, he was still happy. "You have taken care of our family all these years as the village head, and you are looking forward to the well-being of everyone in the village. We are all grateful to you."

Jiang Yue knew why this village chief Lu was very effective in speaking in this village, not only because he was the head of the village, but also because he had no selfishness for the sake of the village.

At this time, the daughter-in-law of the village chief couldn't help muttering: "The rich family wants to buy wasteland, they must have the spare money, they already have eight mu of good fields, and the foundation is there, no matter what. It's as bitter as before, just with those few acres of land, it's better than many people in our ten-mile-eight-village village, what are you worrying about?"

Village Chief Lu immediately glared at his daughter-in-law.

His daughter-in-law quickly shut up again.

Village Chief Lu thought for a while, and felt that his wife's words were somewhat reasonable, so he said, "If you think about it and have some spare money, then buy it. After all, this is your family's business, and I can stretch my hand out again. It's long, and it won't stretch that long."

Xue Dafu immediately said: "Buy! Just buy five acres!"

Yes, everyone has made up their minds, and it's useless to say anything, so Village Chief Lu didn't say anything, just said to Xue Yan and Jiang Yue who were sitting obediently on the side: "Look at how good your family treats you, what do you think? Give whatever you want, and when you grow up, you must be filial, you know?"

Jiang Yue and Xue Yan said obediently, "I know the village chief."

"Okay. Okay." Village Chief Lu nodded kindly, and then said to Xue Dafu, "Go back first, and I'll help you ask who's wasteland to sell—"

Before Village Chief Lu finished speaking, his daughter-in-law couldn't help but interjected, and she was extremely enthusiastic: "Dad, don't we have two acres of wasteland that we don't plan to plant this year? After planting it, there is not much harvest. It is better to use the time spent in tending the land to make some baskets and sell it for money. It is not that tired. Since the rich wants to buy it and doesn’t care about the harvest, then we can just sell the two acres of our family to him. ."

"You're too embarrassed!" Village Chief Lu was instantly annoyed. "That's what our family doesn't want!"

His daughter-in-law shivered, not daring to say anything.

Xue Dafu whispered to Xue Yan and Jiang Yue: "No matter how bad the wasteland is, as long as we are diligent, we can make it better. Anyway, whether the wasteland is good or not, it's actually like that, and the village chief has been good to our family these years— —”