"Not farming? What will you do then?"
Upon hearing the words of his youngest son, Old Yuan's eyes widened. Families like theirs weren't craftsmen; they relied on physical strength and lived off the land.
Even though the second and third sons had joined the military, how could their meager wages possibly support an entire family?
If they didn't farm, would the family survive on air?
"Dad, I didn't mean that!"
Seeing his father's anxious and angry expression, Yuan Yindi quickly explained, "What I meant was, second sister-in-law and third sister-in-law aren't really up for that fieldwork, so we might as well rent out those plots."
"What are you talking about?"
"Who would you rent those half-cultivated fields to?"
"Those plots of land just save the effort of clearing; other than that, they're no different from undeveloped land. You know nothing, all you do is babble nonsense here!"
