Xia Ningxing frowned slightly, as she was someone from the new era and naturally did not believe in these superstitions. It was likely that there was just a problem with the soil quality.
The most important thing was that they didn't rely on farming to make a living anyway. Whether the land could yield crops was actually irrelevant. What mattered was that it could be taxed.
However, she couldn't just come out and say that the land could be taxed in the future...
A trace of helplessness briefly crossed Xia Ningxing's still childish face, it seemed she would have to resort to shameless and unscrupulous methods!
Suddenly, the little creature puffed up her cheeks toward Mrs. Xia and was on the verge of tears, like an ignorant child who must have candies, stamping her foot, "I don't care, I want those five pieces of land here!"
"Bao'er, that land really isn't good..." Mrs. Xia saw that she was about to cry and quickly squatted down to comfort her.
