Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

>I’ll treat them later.
They’ll heal quicker.”

Old Wu said coldly.

Su Sanmei smiled happily.
“Thank you, Grandpa Wu.”

Su Sanmei ran out happily.
She still had to take care of her father and brothers.

Old Wu looked at the little girl’s back and sighed.

In the afternoon, Madam Zhao invited the village chief over.
When Old Master Wang walked into the house, Madam Zhao had already woken Su Sanlang up and was helping him sit up.

Old Master Wang sighed and said to Su Sanlang, “Sanlang, your wife said that you want to buy land and build a house.
Our village now has six acres of farmland, three acres of high-grade farmland, and three acres of medium-grade farmland.
As for land, we have three acres of high-grade land and five acres of medium-grade land.”

“The price of an acre of high-grade farmland is twelve taels of silver.
An acre of medium-grade farmland costs nine taels of silver.”

Old Master Wang told Su Sanlang about the locations of the lands.
He felt sad when he saw that Su Sanlang only had one eye left.
Why did it have to come to this?

If Su Sanlang had known how to bow his head, this would not have happened.
He had beaten a tiger, but he had lost an eye.
Disability was for life.
No amount of money could buy back a healthy body.

However, when he thought about Old Master Su’s actions, Old Master Wang also sighed.
In the end, he forced Su Sanlang into a corner.
Therefore, the father and son became enemies forever.

“Uncle, I’ll buy them all.”

Su Sanlang said.
The medium-grade land was attached to Old Man Wu’s house.
He wanted to build a house here.

The land could become good after a few years of good care.

After buying the farmlands, their family would have roots.

His lifelong pain was here, in Southern Mountain Village, but so were his roots.
Su Sanlang did not want to leave.

“Alright, I’ll go get the officer to notarize the deed.
Prepare the money.
It’s not convenient for you either.
I’ll bring the deed over tomorrow for you to sign.”

There were a total of 14 acres of fields and land.
It would cost Su Sanlang more than a hundred taels to buy them all.
Everyone said that the tiger was worth 200 to 300 taels of silver.
It was probably enough for Su Sanlang to buy land and build a house.

Su Sanlang had risked his life to fight the tiger to survive, so buying land and building a house was expected.

“Alright, thank you.”

Su Sanlang nodded in agreement.

Old Master Wang stood up.
Before he left, he said to Su Sanlang, “Sanlang, live well in the future.
Don’t get too tense with the villagers.
This won’t do you any good.”

“Thank you, Uncle.
I will.”

Su Sanlang agreed.
He knew this, too.

After saying everything that needed to be said, Old Master Wang went home.

The next day, the chief and the officer came together.

Su Sanlang had also paid the money.
He had spent a total of 144 taels of silver on the purchase of the land.
He had also paid six taels of silver to thank the hard work of the village chief and the officer.
After all, they had done all the notaries for Su Sanlang.

After Su Sanlang put his handprint on the papers, the fields and land belonged to him.
The fields had been turned.
As long as Su Sanlang was diligent, he could plant crops now.

Before leaving, the village chief, Old Master Wang, said to Su Sanlang, “Sanlang, are you going to hire people from the village to build the house?”

After all, Su Sanlang was going to stay in the village.
Old Master Wang was actually hinting at Su Sanlang to build a good relationship with the villagers.

Su Su Sanlang immediately understood.
He nodded.
“Yes.
When I’m better, I’m going to hire others to help me build the house by the end of the year.”