Old man Ye never admits this broken contract. No matter how much Quentin Ye is his eldest son, he still hopes that he is good. The land is rented to the eldest and third. The food given every year can feed three young ones. When Quentin Ye went home to farm by himself, they would definitely return it to him.
Land is the life of the peasants, and if there is no land, there is no life!
“You can’t sell it, Xiao Ning, you’re still a high school student, have you read everything in your dog’s stomach? Can you sell the land? No matter how much money is spent, it will be gone. The land is for generations. It’s been passed down from generation to generation, won’t even this account be counted? You sell it easily, but you don’t want to buy it again.” Old man Ye said painstakingly, “Hurry up, return the money to the rich, you are afraid that we will take it back. We don’t plant your land anymore. You can rent out a trustworthy farm in the village. The rent is enough for your sisters and brothers to eat. Don’t your dad earn the tuition? If you don’t have enough, you can’t sell the land. You can’t even go to school. Sell land.”
“Dad…” Ye Qinghe suddenly became anxious when he heard Old Man Ye say that he was going to rent the land to others.
Old man Ye glared at him, and said to the old party secretary: “Even though Xiao Ning is nineteen years old, this child is spoiled by her mother. He has never been to the ground and knows nothing. You must know how important it is. The land cannot be sold.”
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