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The Lucky Farmgirl

The Fourth Brother had squandered his wealth through gambling, leaving their mother in a critical state. To make matters worse, the creditors even asked them to sell Manbao to settle the debts! In the village, whispers spread that the golden days of the Zhou Family's cherished Manbao were over. Their elderly mother clung to Manbao's hand, tears streaming down her face. However, Manbao tightly grasped a system in her hand, a tool that would lead her and her brothers and sisters-in-law to reclaim their fortunes. They ventured into agriculture, cultivating land, growing medicinal herbs, and establishing shops, steadily improving their lives. As their situation improved, concerns shifted to Manbao's marital prospects by the sister-in-laws. "Mr. Zhuang's grandson is an excellent match – educated and well-spoken. He is just perfect for you." "No! You should consider Mr. Qian's youngest son, who is handsome and well-mannered. You can count on him never to defy you." Suppressing a smile, Manbao responded, "My heart is already set. I choose Bai Shanbao, my childhood friend whom I've playfully scolded since we were young."

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Chapter 705: Adding Fuel to the Fire

The newly appointed military governor, the provincial governor, and County Magistrate Tang worked together tirelessly, deploying a mix of soft and hard tactics to coax various families into relinquishing a considerable amount of farmland to settle displaced refugees.

However, in comparison to Luojiang County, the farmland they offered was akin to squeezing an already dry sheep of its milk: one must pause for a long while and then squeeze hard in the hopes of extracting even a single drop.

This time, the legal dispute between the Ji Family and the Ying Family was unexpected — so unexpected that County Magistrate Tang, with just a squeeze, wrung out a large bowl of sheep's milk, leaving not only him but also the military governor and provincial governor completely astonished.

For the past few days, both parties had been as quiet as chickens, silently bearing the pressure coming from all directions.

Having land is all well and good, but what use is it without people?