The Old Zhou family had land, and for these years, it had been Zhou Xueli who managed it. He knew the condition of the fields better than anyone else, and now, hearing what Zhou Xuennian had said, he felt quite uncomfortable.
"Big brother, you've never been to the fields and don't know the situation. The crops have just been planted less than a month ago, and even if we water them every day, it won't do, as the water level in the river has dropped. I think if this continues, this season's harvest will be a failure," Zhou Xueli said with a heavy heart, "The wheat that was just harvested, aside from what was needed for taxes, you also sold quite a bit of the remainder."
The fields were planted with winter wheat and then rice. After this year's wheat was harvested, Zhou Xuennian sold nearly eighty percent of it, leaving not much behind.
If the rice died, even if it were replanted, the season would have passed, and the yield would likely be poor.
