That evening, the family gathered around the lamp to listen to Qingmu go over the accounts.
Qingmu held a piece of paper and said to his parents and Juhua, "I went to the village chief's house to ask. Around our Little Qing Mountain, the better-quality wasteland costs seven taels of silver per mu, and even the lower-quality plots are four taels of silver. As for the cultivated fields, those are more than ten taels of silver per mu. I was thinking, we could buy some good land. After we clear it and farm it for a few years, the soil will be rich. We should also buy some of the lower-quality land to clear for planting Shanyu and corn. The Shanyu vines and corn stalks can be used to feed the pigs."
Mrs. Yang said, "In that case, let's buy a little bit of the good land and more of the cheaper land."
Zheng Changhe quickly agreed, "Right! Besides, Shanyu and corn aren't picky about the soil. They're cheap crops and easy to grow."
