Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Seeing him say that, Lin Yuan looked very happy, and then pointing to the several piles of smelly animal dung nearby, she said with disgust, "Everything about this land is good, it’s just that there’s too much dung here. It makes me want to throw up last night’s dinner. Here’s what we’ll do, if you quickly move all this dung away, I’ll buy it."

So it was because of this dung after all!

Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NovᴇlFirᴇ(.)nᴇt

Lizheng breathed a sigh of relief and agreed readily, "Alright, alright, we’ll move it right away!"

From the beginning, Lin Yuan had mentioned that the smell of the dung was too strong, but they hadn’t expected that it would actually be the reason she would ultimately choose not to buy the land. The various village chiefs were both amused and relieved, and they echoed the sentiment to quickly get rid of the stinky stuff.

Lizheng called out loudly to He Guangming, who was squatting nearby doing who knows what, "Village Chief He, hurry up, go to your village and find a few strong men, and quickly get this dung cleared! Move quickly, don’t delay Consort Guiren’s time."

He Guangming, without even lifting his head, muttered, "All the men from our village have gone out to work, where can we find strong men? Lizheng, if you’re not in a rush, I can go back and find some old men, how about that?"

Old men?

Lin Yuan couldn’t help but laugh at this moment, finding He Guangming rather amusing.