Back in the village, it was a bustling scene. Over a thousand acres had been cleared, the soil turned over again, and the construction of the greenhouses was nearing completion.
"Wang Hao is back!"
Seeing Wang Hao's return, the villagers who were busily engaged in the fields stopped their work to greet him.
They were, of course, happy inside, because the greenhouses were now erected, and Wang Hao had already paid them the rent, naturally making them joyful.
They had been guarding these few acres of farmland in Chen Village for half their lives without saving much money. Now, seeing their days of poverty nearly over, they caught a glimpse of first light.
And the one bringing them this glimmer of hope was none other than Wang Hao in front of them.
"Take a rest if you're tired. Just don't work too hard and hurt yourselves!"
Wang Hao exchanged pleasantries with the villagers, but his attention was quickly drawn to what Su Zhenping was doing.
