Feng Yun slept comfortably until dusk before she got up.
Xing Dalang brought Ge Yi with him, and they had waited outside for a long time.
Upon seeing Feng Yun, the two of them excitedly recounted the process of purchasing the land.
The Village Chief of Mingquan Town really took them for easy marks, selling all the wasteland around the conference hall to them at a discounted price.
"Two hundred acres of wasteland, fifty acres of mulberry fields, one hundred and twenty acres of forest, and a barren hill..."
Xing Dalang's abacus clacked noisily as he calculated everything for Feng Yun, his face showing excitement and a touch of worry.
"Miss, are we really not going to lose money?"
Wasteland can't grow crops, so buying it is bound to result in losses, right? People looked at him as if he were a fool, just like they would look at the dumb son of a wealthy family. Is it that everyone else is not smart, or did they really make a mistake?
Xing Dalang was full of concern.