Chapter 268. Selling grain seeds on credit
The old man Zeng looked at Zeng Yong with reluctant affection, anyone would think he dearly loved this son.
Zeng Yong glanced deeply at his father, nodded without saying a word.
The old woman Hua thoughtfully observed the dozen or so outsiders, frowning at their skeletal bodies.
The grandson was right: it’s not about fearing scarcity but fearing inequality, not fearing poverty but fearing insecurity. For the peace and harmony within the valley, they must do something.
Recalling the old man’s words yesterday, she decided to speak, looking at families like Zeng and Liu: "Hua Village is just a poor village, but since everyone has come, it’s fate. We can’t just watch people die without helping, but everything must have rules; as the saying goes, no rules, no order. Surely everyone can understand this.
No one wants disasters to come; everyone’s days are very difficult. Although Hua Village was lucky enough to dodge it and looks slightly better, it’s the result of our own effort. Now that you’re here, we can’t just watch you truly starve."
The old man and the elders in the clan also discussed it; we can sell or lend certain seeds or grains to everyone at previous market prices. With the current suitable temperature, as long as there’s willingness to work, there’s hope in opening up a few acres of wasteland on the slopes. Those in need can register at the village chief’s house. As for accommodation, the environment on the mountain is not bad; if you want to build houses yourselves, it is possible, but space inside the valley is indeed limited, and everyone should understand."
"Understand, understand," as soon as the old woman’s words were spoken, many echoed her, looking at her with unanticipated joy, even the numb expressions on their faces vanished with disbelief.
"Village chief’s wife, is it true what you said?" A middle-aged man could hardly believe it and took a few steps forward, daringly asking.
This news was absolutely shocking, incredibly delightful, and at that moment, they were immensely grateful for quietly following the Sun brothers. Otherwise, how could they have found such a good place? Most importantly, the people of Hua Village didn’t have those frightening looks in their eyes, the kind that always seemed ready to dismember and devour.