Zhao Zhan was puzzled.
"Why not?"
"I really can't," Yang Lizheng sighed and sat up from the chair. "That piece of land is next to the fields in our village. There are so many people coming and going every day. If someone uproots the seedlings or something else, I won't be able to explain it to everyone."
Yue Jiaojiao tugged at Zhao Zhan's hand.
She had indeed taken it for granted just now.
The real reason why Yang Lizheng rejected them was not because of this. Yue Jiaojiao had only just realized that he was probably worried that the wastewater discharged by the workshop would harm the crops.
Yue Jiaojiao understood his concerns and also sincerely acknowledged that he was indeed a righteous person who was considerate of the villagers.
"Lizheng, other than that piece of land, is there any other piece of land in the village that's about the same size as that open space that you can sell us?"
"We're truly sorry for the troubles."
