?30: Chapter 30: Getting On in Years 30: Chapter 30: Getting On in Years “No worries, maybe they’re just stopping by for a quick look.

    But I must say, Liu Hun, you’re really impressive, getting this land up and running so quickly.

    If it continues like this, when winter comes, the harvest will be bountiful!”

    Qin Yue looked at Liu Hun with increasing admiration, not only for his strength but his skill—who wouldn’t love a guy like that?

    “Humph, bountiful indeed, but who knows how the harvest will really turn out?

    And by then, it might not just be the crops, but even the person could end up being ‘farmed’ too.” Unnoticed, old Daohao’s mom appeared above the two, grumbling and complaining.

    When Qin Yue heard this, she retorted, “You can’t talk like that.

    If you could tell the gender of the seeds, now that would be impressive.

    Liu Hun is here to help us farm.

    Otherwise, what would we eat if the land remains uncultivated?”

    “Hey!”

    The old Daohao’s mom, upon hearing this, glared furiously, “Looks like it has been a while since I last put you in your place.

    These days, not only have you become irritable, but you’ve also learned to talk back!

    If it weren’t because Daohao went to the town to advance his career, do you think you would still be standing here?

    All day long, you babble nonsense and don’t provide me with a chubby grandson, what are you even good for?”

    Trembling with anger, Qin Yue looked at the old Daohao’s mom with disdain, wishing she could jump up in protest.

    She had been talking about her behind her back, spreading rumors everywhere, to the point that many people’s gaze had changed when they looked at her.

    Despite everything, she was still Daohao’s mom’s relative—was this not exposing her own family’s disgrace?

    “Look at the past, before liberation, our Liu landlord here also couldn’t have children.

    If he hadn’t taken another wife later, where would his descendants be?

    You’re just like a hen that can’t lay eggs—completely useless!”

    Daohao’s mom fearlessly pointed her dry finger at Qin Yue.

    “You!” If it weren’t for Liu Hun holding her back, she would have rushed up to attack the old woman.

    While Qin Yue was changing her clothes, Daohao’s mom gathered all the neighbors, especially those inclined towards meddling and gossip, including the village chief, Ye Canghai, whom she dragged over forcibly.

    “What’s going on?

    What happened?” Ye Canghai looked impatient.

    Seeing the crowd, he knew instantly that there was trivial drama to handle.

    As village chief, he was, indeed, a busy man.

    Daohao’s mom voiced loudly, “Village chief, look, instead of doing household chores, my daughter-in-law is bringing Liu Hun to till the fields.

    Isn’t that just a blatant attempt to disgrace me?”

    The village chief, Ye Canghai, frowned and pulled Liu Hun and Qin Yue aside to ask quietly, “Tell me clearly, what exactly is going on here?

    Why are you gathered like this?”

    Scratching the back of his head, Liu Hun explained, “It’s like this, because my uncle got some bad seeds, we can’t count on this year’s harvest.

    Luckily, Qin Yue’s family has a piece of wasteland so I thought of planting something there.

    Besides, I live in that old temple and can also offer medical treatment—it’s not a hindrance, right?”

    This was not only about survival but also about preserving his own reputation.

    It took Liu Hun a while to articulate his thoughts, uncertain whether Ye Canghai would agree, but he was adamant about his integrity!

    Ye Canghai took a deep look at Liu Hun, then turned to Qin Yue, “In that case, Qin Yue, do you agree?”

    “I agree!

    Of course, I agree, who would refuse such good fortune?

    Only a fool,” said Qin Yue, glancing sharply at Daohao’s mom.

    “I, Qin Yue, walk the straight path—not only for Liu Hun’s reputation but for my own integrity too.

    With Liu Hun helping to farm the land, I can even earn some money, unlike some who are always up to something.”

    Quietly stepping forward, Fen Ran added, “Exactly, Qin Yue is right, this is a good thing.

    Besides, think about it, with Liu Hun’s help in farming, they can even receive half the income—why not?”

    Ye Canghai hesitated briefly before Fen Ran swiftly kicked him, “Hurry up and agree!

    If anything happens to Liu Hun, I’ll be the first to hold you accountable!

    Don’t forget, I still remember the incident you ran away from—if you don’t handle this well, just see how I deal with you!”

    Ye Canghai inhaled sharply, “Right... Old Daohao, think about it, even the plum trees in my backyard haven’t been taken care of for a long time.

    If someone helped me plant them, I could get some money too.

    This is a good thing; think carefully.”

    Liu Hun spoke decisively, “That’s right, Old Daohao, will you really give us half of the produce?”

    “Absolutely, I, Liu Hun, always keep my word!” Liu Hun patted his chest proudly.

    He had thought that Daohao’s mom’s interference would ruin his reputation.

    But, unexpectedly, her pulling him this way and that only spread his statement further.

    Daohao’s mom frowned slightly, “Don’t be so quick to promise.

    I know you’re great at treating ailments, but farming?

    I know about your uncle’s land being neglected; what if you can’t make anything of my land?”

    “Right, Liu Hun may be excellent in treating diseases, but can he farm?”

    “Hey, there’s no need to look further; just look at his muscles, those sinews.

    Do you match him?”

    “Old Daohao is right, if this young man Liu Hun can farm, that would be quite something—even better than that what’s-his-name Mo Wen.”

    The villagers whispered among themselves, all busybodies, especially keen on gossip like this.

    Liu Hun stepped forward, addressing the surrounding villagers calmly, “Folks, I, Liu Hun, guarantee that this year’s cabbage yield will reach five thousand pounds!

    If it fails, I’ll make up the difference.”

    “Hahahaha, a madman, an absolute madman, look at him?

    Wanting five thousand pounds, it’s ludicrous...

    Ah!” Ye Canghai was about to speak when Fen Ran pinched his side hard.

    “Liu Hun, five thousand pounds is no joke, better take it back,” Qin Yue suddenly worried.

    “That’s a lot, with just these little fertilizers?

    You wish for five thousand pounds?

    Hahaha, you must be dreaming!”

    “Who knew Liu Hun had a sense of humor!

    If he really manages to grow five thousand pounds, then I’ll run three laps around the village.”

    The villagers’ laughter gradually grew louder; not a single one believed Liu Hun.

    Forget about five thousand pounds—if he could even produce a thousand pounds, that would already be remarkable.