Chapter 282: The news has been let out

Hmm, we know about this matter; do as she arranges.

She knows what she's doing.

Madam Zhuang, upon hearing it, realized that's the matter, huh?

This second brother is making a fuss!

The two elders completely forgot; back when they learned of it, they had the same expression……

"Does he know what he's doing? If he knew, could he buy three hundred mu of sandy land? If he knew, could he keep buying? I see his look—he could buy two thousand mu." Second Master Zhuang widened his eyes, looking as if the world had gone mad.

Second brother, why are you making a fuss?

"How much could sandy land be worth? If she loses money, the Zhuang clan will just compensate her; anyway, that plot has been outside Bei Cheng for many years—what if she really makes a mess of it?" Elder Master Zhuang looked at the startled second brother, appearing inexperienced.

How much money?

Is that how much money? Two thousand mu of sandy land—sandy land may not be valuable, but even a thousand mu is a lot—is that a small amount?

The Zhuang clan paying money? When the Zhuang clan's own children undergo trials, they are given a fixed amount of silver, then they go out to train, leaving Zhuang City.

If they don't earn enough to meet the target, they have no right to inherit the Zhuang clan's privileges.

Over the years, when has the Zhuang clan ever compensated money?

Our elder brother and sister-in-law must be getting muddle-headed, right?

Second brother.

Elder Master Zhuang looked at his younger brother's expression, seeming to doubt life, and helplessly said, "Let her try; who knows, she might succeed."

Besides, I believe in her.

Yeah, he believes.

In Miaomiao's letter, moreover, from the days they've spent together, she has never been a child who boasts.

Over the years, traveling south and north, he has always been judging people.

Fine, you all believe—what if I don't?

Second Master Zhuang looked at them, sighed helplessly, then waved his hand and started to walk out.

"What are you going to do?" Madam Zhuang shouted hurriedly.

This second brother, stubborn as an ox—don't make him leave home again.

Second Master Zhuang didn't turn back, just speaking in a muffled tone, "What else can I do? Keep an eye on him, don't let those people cheat him."

Buying is one thing, being cheated is another.

If he wants to buy, I won't say anything either.

But on our own turf, we can't let those old-timers get cheated—what kind of talk is that?

Madam Zhuang shook her head with a smile, "Look at him—how old is he, still acting like a child who never grows up."

Elder Master Zhuang sighed, "Isn't it because you indulge him?"

Madam Zhuang gave him a sideways glance, "I do indulge him!"

"Alright, alright, alright." Elder Master Zhuang laughed along.

Meanwhile, several households heard that someone had sold the sandy land and immediately started inquiring.

Really sold?

Those on good terms with that elder directly brought gifts and paid a visit; for years, those sandy plots have been a thorn—bland to eat, a pity to discard.

Now there's a sucker wanting to buy—how could they not be excited?

At least they'd save the yearly official urging to farm, which they can't push off or afford to compensate.

It's hard!

Sold! Sold!

However, that young master has a bad temper; if you really want to sell, don't raise the price.

That elder, looking at the several people, had an air of self-satisfaction.

Can't the price be raised?

You know, the price of sandy land is really too low; although each of them holds a few hundred mu, how much money could they get for it?

Raise it? Anyway, I've warned them: if they want to sell, don't mention the price!

And who knows when that foolish, rich young master will wise up—or be reminded?

By then, if you want to sell, it'll probably be hard too.

That elder took a sip of tea; having said his piece, whether they sell or not is no longer his concern.