Yang Hao's words brought the atmosphere down instantly.
Everyone looked at each other helplessly, and no one spoke for a while.
They were all villagers and kin. Should they press on against their will, they might be plagued by resentment every day.
Eldest Brother, you have left us a daunting task.
Unable to bear the silence, Zhang Ren stepped up. Others could abstain from speaking, but he couldn't.
The Elder Brother had trusted him with the task. If he mishandled it, he was sure the Elder Brother would not take it lightly.
He scanned everyone around him, then ventured:
"How about we do it as Elder Brother suggested? Start with the poorest families one by one?"
HIS words held the crowd in silence for several seconds.
The next moment, almost everyone agreed.
"Sure, we can do it."
"That sounds good. Plus, each remaining family will get a share of the land."
"Indeed, those who can't make it should be driven away."
"Since Brother Zhang said so, let's follow his plan!"