Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 879 - : Shall we bring your elder brother Qiao back? _1

Chapter 879: Chapter 879: Shall we bring your elder brother Qiao back? _1

Qiao Xiaomai stared at Tong Sanlang’s bright and dark eyes and couldn’t help but raise her hand to poke his forehead, “You really aren’t afraid of being frail.”

“Can a frail person fight a whole night?” Tong Sanlang retorted.

And it wasn’t that he took any medicines, just under normal circumstances, full of life and vigor all night long.

Which frail man could do that?

Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai arched an eyebrow, “Why don’t we rest for a couple of days then?”

****She really didn’t want to say that word out loud.

“I’m in good spirits now!” Tong Sanlang hurriedly patted his chest.

Before, every time he woke up, he had no strength to even lift his arms, but after waking up these last two times, he was like nothing had happened, brimming with vitality, as though he had been taking tonics.

“I reckon that this Spiritual Spring water really has real benefits.”

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Whenever he woke up in the middle of the night, Qiao Xiaomai would feed him some Spiritual Spring water or soup, and that was the tonic!

Qiao Xiaomai stared intently at Tong Sanlang’s handsome face and, still somewhat skeptical, asked, “Really?”

“Yes.” Tong Sanlang nodded.

Qiao Xiaomai hesitated for a moment but then nodded her head.

Tong Sanlang looked perfectly normal, with no dark circles, no puffiness, no paleness, indeed showing no signs of being unwell.

As Qiao Xiaomai nodded, Tong Sanlang grew happy, “Let’s go, find dad. I’ll come with you to buy the land, they should believe what I say.”

Being an Imperial Scholar, his words would be more convincing than Qiao Changshun’s.

So, in the afternoon, Tong Sanlang and Qiao Changshun went to a nearby village to look for land to buy.

He now had fifteen acres in his name, just four hundred and eighty-five acres short of his goal.

His words indeed carried more weight than Qiao Changshun’s; though the few households were still hesitant after hearing what he had to say, it was clear they were tempted.

Buying land with silver, and working as a long-term laborer also came with a monthly salary in silver, meals included, and no taxes to worry about. This equated to only needing to work every day, without having to fret over whether the crops would fail or how much grain would be left after paying the taxes.

Six taels silver per month, with a guaranteed yield whether drought or flood.

Those with a lot of land in their family made the decision on the spot.

For those with less land, there was a longer period of hesitation. With a total of only thirty acres, selling all would mean that from then on, life would have to depend solely on six taels silver per month.

Seeing their hesitation, Tong Sanlang said directly, “Women, children, and the elderly can all work at the manor, where there are many miscellaneous tasks. Cooking, feeding chickens, sweeping, etc., though the pay will be a bit less.”

This family had only four mouths to feed and thirty acres of land, bordering on the manor. Selling it all, the entire family, old and young, would have to place their hopes on the monthly wage of six taels silver.

Without their lifeline, they felt insecure.

“When we go to County Town to transfer the land titles, I will also sign a contract with you in front of the prefect. If I go back on our agreement, you can just go to the government office and sue me,” Tong Sanlang further assured them.

An Imperial Scholar like him was giving his word, and seeing this, the family clenched their teeth and nodded.

Tong Sanlang kept an eye on their expressions, sighing in his heart. They were not moved, but afraid of him, not daring to refuse, only able to agree.

Let them be afraid, time will reveal a person’s heart.

With Tong Sanlang taking the lead, they secured five hundred acres of land in just an afternoon.

Having arranged to go to County Town the next day to transfer the land titles, Tong Sanlang and Qiao Changshun returned to the manor.

On the way back to the manor, Qiao Changshun rubbed his hands together with a somewhat embarrassed expression, “Sanlang, shall we bring your Grandpa Qiao back tomorrow?”

He had wanted to bring Qiao Qinghe back home for a while now, but he had been too busy recently.

The manor was almost finished, and there wasn’t any farming work left, so he could free up some time to take care of Qiao Qinghe.

[It’s hot, little lovelies, take care to avoid heatstroke ps, I suddenly realized I wrote the chapter name wrong, it should be Grandpa Qiao…]