The beloved baby has a space

Chapter 103 Brothers are different

The Wang family has struck it rich; they've acquired 30 mu of land, the first of its kind in Hujia Village!
Everyone else was desperately poor after the start of spring, spending all their extra money on grain and seeds. In addition to the grain they needed to plant in the fields, some families also had to buy vegetable seeds from town because their own seeds weren't good enough.

There were other miscellaneous expenses, and in the end, there wasn't much left.

According to this logic, the poorest family in Hujia Village, Old Wang's family, should all have to tighten their belts.

As a result, their child grew better and better every day. They thought it was because they hadn't finished eating the snake meat before. Now they wonder if it was because Old Wang's family had become rich.

Where did their money come from?

The villagers were curious and discussed it amongst themselves, and naturally, they couldn't help but ask.

Wang Chuanman was even more confused than they were.

"I don't know either. My mother bought all this land. I just came to take a look." Wang Chuanman also knew that the land was registered in his name without his knowledge.

There's no need to publicize family matters, lest they get distorted as they're passed around.

Widow Zhou is now the main breadwinner of the family, and while others might feel embarrassed about it, she doesn't think it's a big deal.

So, Widow Zhou went directly to Old Wang's house and asked Old Mrs. Wang, "Aunt Wang, your family has bought so much land all at once, can you grow it all? If you have extra, could you give us two mu to grow? You can pay us the same rate as the tenant farmers, how about that?"

The land that Old Wang's family bought is all fertile farmland, and the yield from it is much higher than what they could grow on their own land.

However, those lands are also subject to taxes. The land itself is taxed very little; the majority of the tax is on the number of people.

This is why landlords get richer and poorer. Poor people have less land and more people, so the more taxes they pay, the poorer they become.

However, if there are few poor people, there will be insufficient labor, and the amount of food produced will be insufficient, and they will still be poor.

Therefore, no matter what, the poor are stuck in the pit of poverty and can never climb out.

Grandma Wang thought that Widow Zhou had come to ask about ways to make money, but she didn't expect that Widow Zhou was the first person to ask about farming.

“We’ll only keep 20 mu for ourselves, and give the remaining 10 mu to others. Go and discuss with our fourth son which two mu to plant. As for the yield, if you provide the seeds, we’ll split it 50/50; if we provide the grain and seeds, we’ll split it 30/70, with us getting 70% and you getting 30%.” Old Mrs. Wang felt that it didn’t matter who planted the land in the village.

Is there any particular reason behind it?

“There’s no particular rule. Choose whatever you like. We won’t force you.” Grandma Wang added casually, “You’d better think this through. We’re going to write this down, and we won’t be able to change it later.”

Upon hearing this, Widow Zhou felt that a 50/50 split was definitely more worthwhile, since she would end up spending her own money to buy the seeds, which would actually result in less than 10% of the profits.

However, Widow Zhou was not someone to be trifled with for her life. She felt that the 30/70 split was a bit too harsh, because the taxes on farming are paid by the farmer, and although the amount paid is small, it is still an expense.

If that's the case, then Panax notoginseng is a bit of a rip-off.

The Wang family isn't the kind of family that would cheat people.

Widow Zhou thought for a moment and then asked, "Aunt Wang, do you buy your grain seeds in town?"

If she has to buy them all in town, she'll still choose the 50/50 split.

Old Mrs. Wang looked at Widow Zhou with a half-smile; this woman was quite clever.

Of course, Grandma Wang said that on purpose. If it were other villagers, she wouldn't have given them that extra reminder.

When the people from Shanyang Village came to capture Ayu, it was Wang Sanpang who notified them, and Old Lady Wang remembered this favor.

This is how we repay that debt of gratitude.

However, the friendship between people is not something that can be wiped out if you help me and I help you back.

Rather, it's about how you help me, and I'll help you in return, which strengthens our bond.

"We grow our own grain, and I can only tell you that it should be a bit better than what you get in town," said Old Mrs. Wang, stopping short of commenting.

"Then I'll listen to you and choose the 30/70 split. But I see that the fertile land hasn't been sown yet. When will the seeds be delivered? I'm afraid planting will have to start today." The best time for breeding has passed, and the seeds can no longer be raised into seedlings; they must be planted directly in the ground. Of course, the sooner the better.

Grandma Wang said, "Don't worry, once the documents are signed, we'll send the grain over to you later."

The pile of grain seeds that Ayu gave to Old Lady Wang was enough to fill an entire table, weighing at least seventy or eighty pounds.

Grandma Wang thought that the grain seeds were of good quality, and five or six catties per mu would be more than enough.

Widow Zhou acted swiftly and decisively, immediately pulling Old Lady Wang aside to write the documents.

"Just let your fourth brother go with you. By the way, see who else in the village wants to plant, and ask them to go together. I'm too lazy to bother with that." Old Mrs. Wang was most impatient with doing these trivial things.

Widow Zhou left happily.

Grandma Wang rubbed her forehead. As soon as she stepped out of the yard, she saw Xiao Ayu stuffing something into her pocket.

"Ayu, come here." Old Mrs. Wang beckoned to little Ayu.

Little Ayu bounced around as she replied, "Grandma, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Ayu will rub it for you."

She had often seen her father rubbing her mother's head; whenever her mother frowned, her father would rub it for her.

"Grandma, it's alright. Are you going out to play? Don't go out alone, have your fifth brother accompany you." Grandma Wang straightened Xiao Ayu's clothes and happened to see half a pancake stuffed in Xiao Ayu's pocket. Her gaze paused.

Who are you giving this to?

"Ayu's tummy is so full, this is for Brother Ayou!"

Grandma Wang thought to herself that Qin Huai next door, who had asked Ayu to bring back a bunch of candy before, was a child with a conscience.

She took two clean cakes from the kitchen, wrapped them in a dried leaf, and handed them to Xiao Ayu.

"Ayu, it's impolite to give others food you've already eaten. If you're going to give it, you should give it cleanly." Seeing Ayu's puzzled look, Grandma Wang explained, "It's fine to give it to family members, but you have to be more careful with outsiders."

Taking this opportunity, Grandma Wang made Xiao Ayu understand that although both Brother Ayou and Brother Wu are called "brother," there are differences between them.

Little Ayu was completely confused. Why were her brothers different?
Grandma Wang said, "Look, your fifth and sixth brothers all have the same grandfather and grandmother, but he doesn't."

This explanation makes it much clearer.

“Ayu knows.”

Then, Xiao Ayu took out the half-eaten pancake from her pocket and handed it to Wang Wulang, who had just come out of the kitchen.

"Fifth brother, here, have this pancake!"

Wang Wulang was moved to tears: "Sister Ayu, you still care about me the most. I'm so happy!"

Then, he saw what was in Xiao Ayu's arms.

I casually asked, "What are you wrapping up?"

"It's a pancake! Ayu hasn't eaten one before, it's a clean pancake!" Little Ayu revealed an angelic smile, but said something heartless, "Grandma said that Fifth Brother eats the ones Ayu has bitten, so this clean one is for Brother Ayou, because Brother Ayou is very special!"

【…】

Grandma Wang: "..."

That's an amazing level of comprehension!
Just moments ago he was moved, but now he's filled with endless grievances: "..."

I mean, I always feel really cold inside.

(End of this chapter)