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As the discussion came to an end, everyone turned their eager gazes towards Xia Yuhan.
"Second Sister, what exactly is going on?"
"Yes, yes, what do the Ancestral Teachings have to do with those of us still living?"
"If there’s a way to solve our hunger, that would be great. Second Sister, you understand, right?"
"Nonsense! How can we disregard the teachings of our ancestors? If it weren't for their protection, could Xia Yang Village still be standing today?"
"…"
The older generation in the village spoke up, and many dissenting voices faded away. Seeing that the discussion was nearing its conclusion, a strong man stepped forward and said, "Villagers, no matter what, our ancestors hope that we can live good lives. Even if we go against their wishes, I believe they would be happy to see us living comfortably."
"Strong Man, it's not that I want to hit you, but I must ask: if you dare to go against the teachings of our ancestors, what else will you not dare to do in the future? Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?"
"Whose words are those? I cannot agree with you! If we are about to starve to death, can we really survive by clinging to the Ancestral Teachings? The people from Xia Manor are coming to collect rent; are we planning to owe rent and not pay? Year after year, what if we end up unable to repay this debt even to our descendants?"
At this moment, another elderly man with gray hair stood up in the crowd. However, this old man was quite lively and was known as the Old Mischief Maker, which made people laugh.
But why does this person look so familiar?
Xia Yuhan couldn't help but furrow her delicate brows as she tried hard to recall any memories about this Old Mischief Maker.
The old man leaning on a cane pointed angrily at the Old Mischief Maker: "You old rascal! You’ve been shamelessly living off my food and shelter; how can you still say such things?"
The Old Mischief Maker took a few steps back in annoyance while joking with Xia Yuhan and glaring at the Old Man: "Hmph! It's just a few meals! It's not like I'm not paying. Do you understand that times are tough? It's as if you never leave your house!"
Hearing their conversation, Xia Yuhan realized that the Old Mischief Maker was not from their village, and suddenly a scene flashed through her mind!
It was when she was beaten by General Xia in front of the esteemed gentlemen of the capital that only an old man was happily eating his own bananas, completely unconcerned.
Since arriving at Xia Manor, he had continued to eat even after that group left, never uttering a single word from beginning to end.
Thinking of this, Xia Yuhan couldn't help but gasp; how could she have been so careless as to overlook such a prominent figure?
However, upon seeing the Old Mischief Maker again today and observing his behavior, he didn't seem like someone who would threaten or frame her.
After all, if he intended to harm her, he would have acted long ago!
Could it be that Evil Master Zhangmen sent him to monitor her?
In any case, it was best to keep a close watch and investigate further; alarming the snake in the grass would not be good, especially since handling serious matters was a priority.
With this in mind, Xia Yuhan took a deep breath to calm her emotions and spoke up again.
She either remained silent or spoke in a way that left everyone with no room to refute her, compelling them to believe in her.
Because there was no one present who could counter her words.
“Villagers, there is a reason why Yu Han feels this way. Now Yu Han will clearly express her thoughts to everyone, and then you can consider whether to adhere to Ancestral Teachings or ensure that the living have enough to eat and live well.”
“The situation is as follows: yesterday Yu Han learned from the people of the Han Dynasty that the fields in Xia Yang Village are generally located upstream. However, due to improper water usage by the villagers in recent years, the river has dried up, leading to poor growth of rice planted upstream in Xia Yang Village due to lack of water. Clearly, if this trend continues, within three years, Xia Yang Village will face total crop failure and families will be devastated.”
“I, Xia Yuhan, assure you that this is not an exaggeration! If you are unfortunate enough to continue like this for three years, you can verify it for yourselves.”
Upon hearing Xia Yuhan's words, the Old Mischief Maker curiously jumped out from the crowd: “Yuhan, do you have a good solution to help the villagers? Hurry up and tell us! I’m eager to know!”
The big man also echoed, "Yes, Second Sister, if you have any good methods, just say them. Update us immediately."
As the current village chief, his words reduced the dissent among the crowd. However, whether to choose Ancestral Teachings or a better way to survive still depended on themselves.
At the beginning, if they could rally more than half of the villagers in Xia Yang Village, that would be quite good.
"Alright, since that's the case, I, Xia Yuhan, will not keep you in suspense! I have also heard that in Yang Village, there is a saying from the Ancestral Teachings: 'Swear to protect the Upper Fields, ensuring peace and prosperity for generations.'"
"And now, my method is to go against this. I propose to abandon the fields upstream in Xia Yang Village and gradually shift our focus to the downstream areas over the next few years."
"I know that the downstream area of Xia Yang Village has been haunted and has yielded nothing for many years. Gradually, no one dared to plant crops there anymore. That place has become overgrown with weeds. But have you ever thought about it? If weeds can grow so abundantly there, could we also plant rice?"
"The weeds are thriving there; the soil is loose and there is plenty of moisture. Haven't you noticed? Are you really planning to guard that dry land upstream for the rest of your lives?"
In fact, there were many abandoned places in Xia Yang Village. Xia Yuhan was not clear about it; she had only seen the situation in the downstream area last night.
Having said this, Xia Yuhan had nothing more to add: "Big man, I want to take a trip to the downstream area of Xia Yang Village. Come with me so we can discuss good ways to get rich quickly. Of course, anyone else who wants to join can come along too. I, Xia Yuhan, will definitely not force anyone!"
The elders of Xia Yang Village looked angry one by one, but due to Xia Yuhan's status as Second Lady of the Xia Residence, they did not dare to act out but felt resentful inside.
If it weren't for Xia Yuhan saving the Mother of the Big Man from her leg disease, these old folks would have already rallied the villagers to resist; how could they allow a young girl to make them go against Ancestral Teachings?
Even if they died, they would never violate Ancestral Teachings! Otherwise, how would they face their ancestors who had passed away?
...
Regarding these matters, Xia Yuhan did not want to dwell on them. She turned around and whispered quietly to Sun Liuxiang behind her before leading the guards of Xia Manor towards the downstream area of Xia Yang Village.
Before leaving, Xia Yuhan did not forget to loudly remind the big man, "I'll go wait for you over there!"
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When Xia Yuhan and her group arrived in the Downstream area of Xia Yang Village, they were suddenly startled because this was the place they had visited yesterday, overgrown with weeds and filled with a gloomy atmosphere.
The strong presence of yin energy here must have its reasons.
Just as she was pondering this, Sun Liuxiang had already brought the black Treasure Chest that Xia Yuhan wanted, along with the Assassins from Sun Mansion.
Seeing such a large chest, Xia Yuhan couldn't help but feel a headache; it was so inconvenient to carry. What should she do? If only it could be enlarged or shrunk at will!
"Sister, did you bring any digging tools?"
"I did, they're being carried at the back!" Sun Liuxiang replied while wiping the sweat from her forehead and panting. "But sister, what exactly do you plan to do now?"
Xia Yuhan looked up at the sky, which showed no signs of rain, and countered with a question: "Sister, it's currently a severe drought and right in the rice growing season. What do you need most?"
Sun Liuxiang swallowed hard: "Water!"
"Smart! Secondly, we lack nutrients; otherwise, when harvest season comes, we still won't be able to gather much grain."
"Sister, Liu Xiang doesn't understand. Even if you do this, it won't immediately bring in the rent!"
Taking advantage of the fact that no one around could hear their conversation, Sun Liuxiang asked a few more questions.
As Xia Yuhan went to get the tools, she responded to Sun Liuxiang's words: "As the saying goes, giving someone fish is not as good as teaching them how to fish. Even if they become wealthy with my help right now, in the end, they will still end up unable to solve their basic needs. That's one."
"Well, since ancient times, people have relied on food for survival. If I, Xia Yuhan, can revive the dying crops and know how to cultivate them, and let more people know about it, won't that mean there will be fewer people secretly wanting to harm me?"
Sun Liuxiang listened in confusion, "What does food have to do with assassins? I still don't understand!"
"Having sufficient food is like having support in a war. Do you understand now?"
After hearing this, Sun Liuxiang suddenly realized, "Got it! Because you have value, the Emperor will protect you! And those mysterious people who want to kill my sister also want to win her over, is that the idea?"
To this, Xia Yuhan only smiled faintly, a bitterness hidden in that smile: If only it were really that simple! Things were not as easy as she imagined.
And Sun Liuxiang looked at Xia Yuhan with a completely different gaze!
Now, in Sun Liuxiang's eyes, Xia Yuhan was nothing short of a miracle!
From their first meeting when she was hostile and looked down on Xia Yuhan, to now bowing down to her, recognizing her worth—this huge reversal was not something everyone could achieve.
Seeing Xia Yuhan pick up the tools, Sun Liuxiang also stepped forward to grab an iron hoe, though the iron was completely rusted.
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