Yang Huazhong nodded suddenly.

Here, Yang Ruoqing asked Yu Dafu: "Uncle Yu, please tell us first how the fields at Li Guaizi's house are like!"

Why Li Guaizi sold his land is not the point.

What she was focusing on at the moment was whether the field was good or not and what the price was!

Yu Dafu said: "The land at Li Guaizi's house is not bad. The officials measured and recorded it as second-class fertile land."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Last time when the families were separated, I heard Old Yangtou and the others mention something about first-class and second-class...

The fields are also divided into three, six or nine grades, and the price of each grade is different.

Over there, Yu Dafu continued: "According to the current market situation, second-class fields cost four taels of silver per acre."

Four ounces and one acre?

Yang Ruoqing was secretly surprised.

Two acres is eight taels of silver, so expensive!

Looking at Yang Huazhong and Sun again, after hearing the price, the smiles on the couple's faces froze.

Yang Huazhong said: "How about I look at others..."

"Dad, how about this? Let's ask Uncle Yu to take us to the fields at Li Guaizi's house to take a look."

Yang Ruoqing suggested.

Four taels of silver per acre of land is a bit expensive.

However, you get what you pay for with this thing!

On the mountain behind the village, there are vast stretches of wasteland. You don’t need a penny to dig it out. As long as you have the strength to dig it out, the land will be yours.

But what's the use?

The soil is not good, irrigation is not good, and there is not enough sunshine.

If you plant something, you will get nothing!

"If those two acres of paddy fields are good, let's discuss the price with Li Guaizi."

Yang Ruoqing continued: "If the paddy fields are not worthy of their name, it won't be too late for us to choose other ones. How about that?"

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Okay, let's do this for now! Let your mother go to the field ridge and take a look!"

Yu Dafu watched from the side and couldn't help but smile and praise: "Yang Laosan, this daughter of yours is the backbone of the family!"

Yang Huazhong did not hide the pride on his face: "My daughter earned the money to buy the land. My daughter is better than my son!"

While the iron was hot, Mrs. Sun immediately changed her shoes and planned to go out with Yu Dafu to see the fields.

Yang Ruoqing understands Sun's character.

I'm worried that her ears are soft and she won't be able to stand Yu Dafu's deception and won't be able to see the shortcomings of the field.

Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to go there by herself, but she was an outsider when it came to crop soil, and she couldn't tell the true quality of a field.

Just when I was in trouble, Blacksmith Luo's voice suddenly came from the room outside.

Yang Ruoqing followed Sun out of the house and saw Blacksmith Luo at the door holding a chair on wheels.

And Luo Fengtang, who was standing behind him, was holding a wooden frame in his hand, which was almost as big as a kitchen door!

"Brother Luo, what are you..."

Mrs. Sun glanced at the things in the hands of these two people and asked in surprise.

Blacksmith Luo smiled and took a picture of the wheelchair in his hand and said: "That boy made a movable chair for his third uncle. When the weather is good, he can push his third uncle out to bask in the sun."

As Blacksmith Luo said, he put the wheelchair on the ground to demonstrate, and the wheelchair really moved.

"Oh, this is really good stuff. Your Tang Yazi is really handy!"

Mrs. Sun was happy and excited, and quickly invited Blacksmith Luo into the house. Their voices were immediately heard in the house.

Outside the house, Yang Ruoqing walked up to Luo Fengtang, tilted her head and glanced at the frame he was holding.

"Tangyaozi, this is again..."

"A mold for making tofu." Luo Fengtang said.

"Qing'er, come and see!" he said, taking the lead in walking towards the kitchen.

Yang Ruoqing followed in and saw that he was leaning slightly, placing the mold he had brought with him on the door panel specially used for making tofu and making gestures.

Her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey, this mold is really good. There are palm-deep frames on all sides. The gauze is spread out, and not even a drop of tofu will escape when scooped into it!"

She caressed the mold, which still exuded the fragrance of wood, and couldn't put it down.

With this mold, it will be much easier to shape the tofu in the future.

And this mold is big enough to make about twenty kilograms of tofu in one trip, which saves half the effort!

"Tangyaozi, you are so thoughtful!"

She praised happily.

"Hey, this is nothing."

He stood up and turned to look at her.

Only then did Yang Ruoqing notice that his eyes were bloodshot and there was a faint shadow under his eyes.

"Tangyazi, you stayed up late last night to make my father's wheelchair and this mold, right?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang grinned.

"I have good energy, so staying up all night is nothing!" he said.

"No matter how good your body is, you can't let it be ruined like this!" She glared at him.

"From now on, you are not allowed to stay up late to catch up on work. When the time comes at night, you have to go to bed and rest. Do you hear me?"

"Um!"

"What you say is unfounded, and the hook is the proof!"

She raised her hand and made a small fist, her little finger cutely bent like a small hook.

Luo Fengtang lowered his head and glanced at the small hook she stretched out in front of him, and was startled for a moment.

Then he also raised his hand.

The fingers of the two people were gently hooked together.

Compared with his slender fingers, her fingers looked short and thick.

But it doesn't prevent the two fingers from hooking together intimately.

"Hang yourself with a hook, and the tune will remain unchanged for a hundred years!"

She hooked his finger, shook it a few times, and muttered something.

He looked at her like this and couldn't help but laugh.

She pouted, "Be serious, don't laugh!"

He immediately pursed his lips.

"If you hang yourself with a hook, the tune won't change for a hundred years. Whoever changes the tune will be a puppy!"

As soon as the ceremony ended, the sounds of chaotic footsteps and the voices of Mrs. Sun and others could be heard outside the kitchen.

Yang Ruoqing ran out of the kitchen and saw Yu Dafu carrying Sun and Blacksmith Luo out together.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang coming out, Mrs. Sun smiled and said, "Qing'er, your uncle Luo just came over and asked her to accompany me to take a look at the fields."

"Well, great!"

Yang Ruoqing responded happily.

Blacksmith Luo was a real farmer and an upright man. With him, she felt at ease.

Over there, Mrs. Sun then warned: "Pack more rice at noon. Uncle Luo and Uncle Yu will all have dinner at our house!"

"okay!"

"Sister, I left Xiao An in the house with my father, and I went to take a look at the fields with my mother," Da An said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Go!"

After watching Sun and the others leave, Yang Ruoqing happily returned to the kitchen and started preparing for lunch.

Luo Fengtang followed in.

"Qing'er, your family plans to buy land?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Yes, my father has chosen the two acres of second-class farmland owned by Li Guaizi's family in Lijia Village."

Luo Fengtang nodded: "It's good to buy a field!"

"Tangyaozi, what are you and your uncle planning to buy with your ten taels of silver?" Yang Ruoqing asked him again.

Luo Fengtang said: "My uncle also wants to buy a field!"

"That's OK. Uncle Yu just came over. You can ask him later."

"Um!"
Chapter completed!