Luo Yujiao's words instinctively made Zhang Xiaowei think of the worst possibility.
He asked anxiously, "Aunt Luo, has that bastard Zhang Hu taken our land?"
It's no wonder Zhang Xiaowei would think that way.
After all, his family's old house had already been demolished by Zhang Hu to build some sort of Temple of the Horse King.
If he couldn't even protect his own home, let alone the land that belonged to his family.
"Oh, you're thinking too much."
Seeing Zhang Xiaowei's anxiety, Luo Yujiao hurriedly explained.
"Zhao Hu's father is doing business in the city; he has no time to think about taking your land. In our village, no one has been farming the land for the past few years, and many people's land has been neglected. Yours is the same, it can no longer be cultivated."
Now understanding the situation, Zhang Xiaowei finally breathed a sigh of relief.
