Chapter 10
Seeing the expressions on the people around him, Clayton let out a long sigh.
"All right, uncles and brothers," he finally said. "I'll share some of the tips my father left behind. But please, don't expect too much—and don't blame me if anything goes wrong. After all, my father was just an ordinary farmer. He never had a mentor or formal education like those great figures out there."
Hearing that, Equus scoffed.
"Clayton, what do you mean by 'goes wrong'? Are you just making things up? What if your advice ruins our crops?"
Clayton ignored the jeer entirely. His voice remained calm and steady.
"Let me be clear—these are simply notes passed down by my father. Whether you use them or not is entirely up to you. But there's one condition—I want you all to promise that you won't hold me accountable if your crops fail."
He gave a faint smile, his tone laced with sarcasm, "This small body of mine couldn't possibly bear the weight of accusations and insults from such esteemed men as yourselves."
The crowd looked somewhat dissatisfied. It was clear they hoped for the best results with minimal effort—ideally, at no cost. But a few of them understood the situation and began to scold Equus.
"Hey, Equus, quit causing trouble. It's already generous of Clayton to share. Don't go throwing around accusations."
"Yeah, that's totally out of line."
"Honestly, we already felt guilty asking in the first place. Everyone knows knowledge like this should be shared voluntarily, not under pressure."