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The lady's anger was something no one dared to bear. They had experienced it before, but that time it was due to their clumsiness and inability to learn. Now, however, they had caused trouble... Just thinking about it made their hearts tremble with fear.
Qing Luan, who had been momentarily stunned, quickly regained her composure. She was neither angry nor scolding; she simply instructed calmly, "Plain Grandmother, remove the sandy parts and leave the rest for yourself." It was only a portion that was dirty; there was no need to throw everything away.
Plain Grandmother also feared the lady's cold gaze, so when she saw that she wasn't furious, she felt puzzled but dared not ask. She promptly took care of what had been instructed.
Looking at the frightened little eyes in the courtyard, Qing Luan sighed deeply and then turned to leave.
"Village Chief," she asked A-Song to summon the village chief. Seeing his trembling figure approach, she felt quite helpless and wondered if this was how a village chief should behave.
"Qing Luan," the village chief greeted with a smile that resembled that of a benevolent Buddha, his face adorned with just the right amount of cheerfulness that made it hard for anyone to refuse him. "You called for me; is there something you need?"
This old fox, Qing Luan cursed inwardly while maintaining a smile on her face. She spoke softly, "Village Chief, most of the villagers are receiving their wages from me, and those children have no one to look after them. If something happens, I won't be able to bear it, so..."
"What? You want them to leave?" The village chief's eyes widened immediately upon hearing this. It was hard-earned for the village to have a profitable place; he certainly wouldn't agree.
His words made Qing Luan feel as if a flock of cawing crows had just flown past her. She felt even more powerless. "Village Chief, I've taken on most of the fish from the village. If they leave, where will I find help?" She truly couldn't understand what he was thinking.
"Uh!" The village chief blushed awkwardly upon hearing this and then curiously asked, "So what do you mean?" It wasn't that he was overthinking; if this were truly over, the villagers would likely turn against him.
"Let's set up a school for the children," Qing Luan expressed her thoughts. "The village can cover the tuition fees and hire someone who can cook and take care of the kids..."
Upon hearing this, the village chief's eyes lit up but then quickly dimmed again as he said helplessly, "The village can cover the tuition fees, but where would we put the school? This village has many hills and very few rice fields; every family can barely make ends meet. If we place the school on the mountain, it would be dangerous for the children!" If there were good land available, they would have established a school long ago.
Furrowing her brows, Qing Luan felt her anger deepen as she looked at the village chief's helpless expression. However, she understood that the chief wasn't intentionally causing trouble—everyone in this area shared a common flaw: they believed that rice paddies were superior, so very few chose to cultivate the mountains. Many preferred to rely on the sea for their livelihood, completely unwilling to venture into the hills to clear land, which had led to the current situation.
She glanced around and spotted a raised piece of land not far from the village; it was the plot she had purchased. These days had been so busy that she hadn't found time to visit the mountain, but she thought that once the children's school was established, she would take A-Song up there to have a look... perhaps there were other business opportunities waiting.
The location for the school had been decided—it would be built on the flat land Qing Luan had bought. After all, she had no plans to grow crops there, so using it for a school was a good idea. It would ease the worries of those parents and help them focus on their work. Ever since it became known that Qing Luan was the one providing the land for the school, the villagers had shown her even more respect.
Qing Luan arranged for strong men to do the heavy labor, and some women even helped her; otherwise, she would have been left to fend for herself. The villagers were bustling with activity, but trouble was also brewing.
That day, while inspecting the progress of the school construction, Qing Luan returned home at Zhao Yun's call and found several unexpected guests waiting for her.
Casting a discreet glance at the newcomers without any intention of inviting them in, she casually chose a spot to sit and waited for them to speak.
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