The sickly son died young? After the marriage exchange, I will bring prosperity to his entire clan f

Ling Silang sat on the bed and smiled, "Don't be angry, I like your smile."

Du Mingxian stood up, took the divorce papers, and walked up to him, genuinely angry. "You really don't trust your family, and you don't believe I can get along with them?"

Ling Silang reached out and took her hand. Du Mingxian tried to shake him off, but when she saw that his hand was trembling slightly as he pulled her, she knew that he was having a hard time, so she immediately sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I believe in my brothers, I believe that our parents will protect you while they are alive, and I believe that my sisters-in-law will treat me, their younger brother, very well. But I don’t believe that they will continue to treat you, their sister-in-law, well.”

Du Mingxian was stunned.

“My sister-in-law came into the family later. She is good to me because of my brothers and parents. Their kindness to me is also a kind of family affection. But you are different. You are my wife and also a daughter-in-law who came into the family.”

“When I was still alive, my parents and brothers protected me because they were protecting their own family. But once I'm no longer in this family, their protection of me might last for a short time, but in the long run, it will breed resentment.”

"So this is the best choice for you."

Du Mingxian said in a strained voice, "I believe my sisters-in-law wouldn't do that."

“I also believe it won’t happen now, but I can’t guarantee it will happen in the future. After I die, many things will be beyond my control, so I can only prevent them for now.”

Du Mingxian's tears flowed down without warning. She had never been protected like this before. She was always the one protecting others, even in her past life.

The child she raised from infancy didn't treat her well when she fell ill.

Ke Ling Silang is truly plotting for her.

"You're sick and need to rest, but you're thinking about all sorts of things all day. Do you think you're too long to live?"

"I hate that my life is too short, that I couldn't stay with you long enough, that I couldn't protect you properly, and that I can only give you up."

"You..." Du Mingxian didn't know what to say. This man was confessing his love to her in every way, but at the same time he was pushing her away and making plans for her in every way.

Ling Silang looked at her seriously, "Put it away."

What else could Du Mingxian do but put the things away for now?

“I’ve already told my family about the divorce. My older brother and parents know about it too. You don’t need to worry. It was all my idea.”

"it is good."

"I asked my father to invite the clan chief and the others over. I'd like to eat some of the pastries you made later."

"Okay, I'll do it."

Du Mingxian got up and left, and Ling Silang's eyes followed her figure until she was out of sight, at which point his eyes slowly dimmed.

He used to know he wouldn't live long, so he never thought much about it. He felt that living as long as he could was a relief, and that leaving early would be a relief. But now he can't bear to leave.

"So this is what it feels like to have someone you care about." He murmured softly.

Just then, a commotion came from outside; the clan chief and village chief had arrived, accompanied by Ling's father.

As the group entered the house, Ling's father invited them to sit down. Du Mingxian brought tea to the group and then left.

"Chieftain, village chief, I've asked you to come here because there's something I want to tell you."

The clan chief and village chief knew that Ling Silang didn't have much time left, and since he was a scholar who had come from the village with great difficulty, they still valued him highly.

"Si Lang, you speak."

As Ling's father got up to leave, Ling Silang called out to him, "Father, why don't you sit down and listen with us?"

"Chieftain, village chief, I had a very long dream. I dreamt that... there would be a heavy rain. Because we didn't harvest in time, all the grain was destroyed in the fields, and we had no harvest at all."

The clan chief, the village chief, and Ling's father all changed their expressions, and their breathing became rapid.

The village chief spoke first, "Si Lang, aren't you overthinking it? The weather has been very dry lately, and there's no sign of rain."

Ling Silang's expression was serious. "Clan chief, village chief, I think this is bound to happen. I even dreamed about... my grandfather. He told me that I must take this seriously."

It's a bit fantastical for a dying person to dream of someone who has already passed away.

Ling's father stood up excitedly, "Fourth Brother, what else did your grandfather say?"

"My grandfather told me to remind everyone as much as possible."

Ling's father frowned deeply. "Getting everyone to harvest the grain, especially ahead of schedule, is a big deal. No one will act on our word. I can only persuade your uncle's family and a few others... "

Even though it's a clan, there are still distinctions of closeness and distance.

He could persuade his own brothers and sisters, but he really wasn't confident he could persuade other families.

The clan chief pondered for a while before saying, "Si Lang, I believe you, but... this is a big deal. Even if we tell others, the villagers might not believe us."

The village chief didn't say anything.

"Before you arrived, I had already come up with a plan. My family will step forward and tell everyone that we want to buy grain, and the price will be ten coins higher per pound than what the grain shops outside are currently paying. But we don't want the completely yellow grain; we only want the slightly yellow one."

Ling Silang looked at his father and said, "Father, it would be best to have Uncle and the others start collecting them the day after tomorrow."

Ling's father nodded, trusting his son. "Okay, Dad will go and talk to them in a bit."

Ten coins more per pound, that's like a windfall. The current purchase price is only about ten coins per pound, so ten more coins means that the price of black flour is doubled.

The village chief was somewhat incredulous. "Si Lang, are you really going to spend all this money to buy grain?"

"At the current price, as long as people are still willing to sell to us after we've finished buying them, we'll continue to buy."

Ling's father naturally supported Ling Silang, saying, "Yes, what our Silang says goes."

The clan chief understood the meaning behind Ling Silang's words and greatly admired him.

Prices are low now. If everyone listens and buys, and then there is a heavy rain, resulting in reduced grain production and rising grain prices everywhere, the villagers certainly won't sell their grain to the Ling family. Instead, they will sell it to grain shops.

Many people would choose not to sell, since they only have enough grain to feed themselves. Would they starve if they sold it?

A scholar is a scholar.

"I'll write a document in a bit. Clan chief, please post it directly at the school. You can also write down the current grain prices," Ling Silang reminded him.

The clan chief immediately agreed, "Okay, you write it, I'll do it."

Seeing that they were all like this, the village chief thought that even if they harvested early, they would suffer losses, but if they could double their money, they would still make a lot of money. It was a good thing.

Ling's father placed a table, paper, pens, and other items on Ling Silang's bed. Ling Silang sat on the bed and wrote, his hand trembling uncontrollably by the end.

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, the three people present could still see it clearly, and none of them felt good about it.

After finishing writing, Ling Silang didn't forget to remind everyone, "Father, clan chief, village chief, don't just think about our own village. Let everyone in other villages spread the word too. There are quite a few women from other villages who have married into our village."

The village chief muttered, "Our own village has enough for you to harvest. If we notify others, there will be too much grain for you to harvest."