The charitable hall was located on the outskirts of the county, next to a bamboo forest. Through the bamboo forest lay a small plain covered with wild grass, bordered by a stream, beyond which was a forest.
Chu Qingzhi cleared some of the wild grass to inspect the soil. The black color indicated high fertility, and the soil texture was between clay and sandy, ideal for growing rice.
Chu Qingzhi went back to find Elder Zhang, "I've found a piece of wasteland suitable for rice cultivation. Would you like to take a look?"
If the people at the charitable hall didn't show initiative, she wouldn't interfere further after the building was repaired. Support can't lift up those unwilling to help themselves.
Elder Zhang was pleasantly surprised, "Really?"
Chu Qingzhi nodded, "I'll take you there now. We have some time. If we clear the land and plant rice next year, the yield should be enough for everyone here."
