But Tan Zhengyuan walked further and further down the path of defiance, completely ignoring what Tan Zhenghong had said.
Giving his land to his daughter? Wasn't that just setting him up for a fall?
Not a chance!
Tan Zhengyuan huffed, "If you don't want to help, forget it!"
Having said that, he headed for his own house. Thinking about cooking for that woman made him burst with frustration.
Forget it, for his son's sake, he would still do the work.
After all, he and Tan Zhenghong were brothers; he didn't believe that when the time came, Tan Zhenghong would stand by and watch his crops get ruined by the rain.
The elders in the village all said it would rain in three days, so those who had already harvested their rice could rest for two days.
If they planted the wheat and then it rained, the seeds would rot in the ground.
Everyone was preparing to wait and see for two days; after all, planting winter wheat a few days late wouldn't have much impact.
