Qin Yao sighed.
She had been trying to figure out how to make some money, but after all this time, the best she could do was turn two cow tendons into slingshot bands and nothing else.
"Shall we give it a try then?" Qin Yao said uncertainly.
Old Liu slapped his thigh. "It's decided then. You and Laosan can discuss it yourselves. I'm heading home now."
The freshly harvested wheat still needed to be dried, and after drying, it had to be milled.
And that's not all. They had to find the village chief to borrow an ox for plowing, which was the most urgent task at the moment.
Without an ox, relying solely on manpower to farm over a hundred acres would kill the people working it.
Liu Ji watched his father leave until he was out of sight, then turned back to the yard.
The couple exchanged a glance. Sensing what Qin Yao was about to say, Liu Ji quickly proposed, "Wife, why don't we sell those two acres of wheat!"
Qin Yao thought to herself, you're quite the genius, aren't you?
