"Indeed!"
Song Sancheng also nodded affirmatively from the side, "Zhang Wang's fields have always been the best maintained. Back when we used to grow rice, he would harvest over a hundred pounds more per acre on average than the rest of us. Who within ten miles didn't envy him?!"
"Just go and have a look at their vegetable garden; their veggies taste better than what most people normally eat."
"When you were little, Zhang Auntie would pass by our door every morning at three o'clock, carrying her basket to the market town to sell vegetables. You were so envious when you heard her that you couldn't stand it."
Song Sancheng wasn't just speaking pleasantries—if he had been, he wouldn't have invited Song Tan in the first place.
Inviting her now meant he already had this idea in mind.
If Zhang Wang's family weren't so capable, how could they afford to send three kids to school just by farming?
Mentioning this, Song Tan also vaguely remembered.
