Song Liang cupped his hands together, "Thank you, my fellow elders and villagers. Alright, let's get started now."
However, Lian Xiang suddenly stood up, "I remember there are a few acres of land next to the southern bank of the river. Give them to my family, please. We have fewer people to work the fields, and I'd like it to be next to my mother's home. Is that possible?"
Before Erdao River Village was developed, it was a swamp that had slumbered for a thousand years.
The land Lian Xiang mentioned wasn't good either because it also had a slope, so even with a tractor, one could only plow half and leave the other half untouched.
Could people disagree? Just now, some were worried that they would be assigned that plot.
Old Mrs. Song didn't say much; if her daughter-in-law wanted to be close to them, then let her be. It's definitely better than being far away.
Then the villagers of Erdao River Village felt quite guilty.
