Chen Changsheng's eyes opened wide: "You think planting will ensure you can pay your taxes? You're free to choose, plant or don't plant. After I've said my piece, don't come complaining to me if you can't get your seedlings. However, Chen Maomao, can your family afford to take the risk of losing both the seedlings and the crop?"
Chen Maomao, who was singled out, didn't say a word, his face bitter.
Currently, his family was the poorest in the village. They used to be above Chen Ergou's family, but since Chen Ergou brought his own downfall, their condition hasn't improved.
Alas, from being the second poorest to being the poorest in the village, he found it hard to raise his head in front of the villagers.
"I, I believe you." said Chen Maomao: "Our family has ten acres of paddy fields near Chuanhe. This year, this year, I won't plant anything. But, Brother Changsheng, could you spare some cotton seeds for me? I plan to grow cotton on the South Slope."