Chapter 72

Noon.

At the dining table.

When Cha Jiuzhang announced that he would allocate one mu of land for Jiang Tiantian to farm—

“Pfft…”

Cha Chengye immediately turned his head and sprayed out a mouthful of rice.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Patting his chest, he couldn’t help but click his tongue. “You two… what kind of nonsense are you up to now?”

Building a kiln or a stove at home was one thing—it was all within their own courtyard.

But now, they were extending their mischief to the fields?

Were they planning to have their friends, neighbors, and relatives watch them embroider in the fields?

It wasn’t that he wanted to discourage them, but Cha Jiuzhang had never been the type to enjoy farm work.

And Jiang Tiantian? No matter how he looked at her, she didn’t seem like someone who knew how to farm.

To farmers, watching someone waste good land was unbearable.

Cha Jizu’s face twitched as he shot a disdainful glance at Cha Jiuzhang.

As expected,.

This useless brat had no backbone.

He was supposed to persuade them, but what happened?

Not even a bit of stance—what a pushover.

Forget it.

They were married now.

He couldn’t control them anymore.

Let them mess around as they pleased.

Zuo Mingyan, on the other hand, didn’t think Jiang Tiantian was the type to do things for no reason.

Curious, she asked, “Tiantian, why do you suddenly want to farm?”

Their family did have land, but no one actively cultivated it.

Most of it had been given to relatives with more family members to farm in exchange for a share of the harvest each year.

They only kept a few small plots for themselves.

Cha Chengye and Cha Jizu would occasionally plant some seasonal vegetables like cucumbers, onions, garlic, and ginger.

But now, Jiang Tiantian was asking for a whole mu of land, which meant they’d have to reclaim it from their relatives.

Jiang Tiantian pursed her lips, looking aggrieved. “I’m not trying to cause trouble. I want to conduct an experiment.”

Cha Jizu raised an eyebrow and frowned. “What kind of experiment?”

Jiang Tiantian glanced around the table and asked, “Hasn’t anyone ever thought about using the fertile land in Cha Family Village to grow high-quality crops—grains, vegetables, or fruits—to sell in the city?”

Cha Chengye was taken aback. “We do have a lot of land, but most of our crops go to feeding ourselves and our livestock. There’s not much left to sell.”

Jiang Tiantian grinned mischievously. “Dad, what if I can find better seeds? Ones that yield more, taste better, and are of higher quality? If the whole village switches to planting them, wouldn’t we have more surplus to sell?”

“If we’re going to farm anyway, why not grow something better?”

Cha Chengye no longer underestimated Jiang Tiantian.

He lowered his voice. “Tiantian, can you really find better seeds?”

Jiang Tiantian patted her chest confidently. “Of course!”

“Dad, trust me. I can definitely find better seeds. But I can’t guarantee that they’ll grow well here.”

“That’s why I need a plot of land—to test them first. If it works, next year the entire village can switch to high-yield, high-quality crops.”

“Then, Cha Family Village will have something new to boast about!”

“In the future, whenever people mention our village, they’ll give us a thumbs-up and say: ‘Oh, Cha Family Village? That’s a blessed land where everything grown is top-quality…'”

Jiang Tiantian shook her head dramatically as she spoke, fully immersed in her own performance.

Her enthusiasm made the others chuckle.

Cha Jiuzhang raised an eyebrow, secretly admiring this woman.

She sure knew how to spin a tale.

And it worked.

Cha Chengye was convinced.

He slapped his thigh. “Tiantian, I’ll make the call! It’s settled!”

“After lunch, I’ll go to your aunt’s house and get a mu of land back.”

His face was full of admiration and excitement. “Tiantian, this is a noble cause for the village. I’ll fully support you!”

Jiang Tiantian beamed. “Dad, you’re the best! The whole village is lucky to have a village chief like you.”

“Besides, it’s only for one season. Even if it doesn’t work out, it won’t be a big deal.”

After lunch, Cha Chengye hurried off to negotiate the land return.

Meanwhile, Jiang Tiantian clung to Cha Jizu, bombarding him with questions about what crops were commonly grown in the village and what was in season.

Crops had to be grown step by step, just like meals had to be eaten bite by bite.

She needed to figure out a plan for all four seasons.

After gathering information, Jiang Tiantian made her choices:

For vegetables, she selected radishes, tomatoes, cucumbers—varieties that were easy to transport—along with Chinese cabbage and spinach, which could be grown year-round.

For grains, she chose corn, rice, and potatoes.

Once she understood their planting characteristics, she went back to her room, pulled out a notebook, and started planning her one-mu experiment.

Just then, voices called from the courtyard.

“Tiantian, Tiantian… are you home?”

Hearing her name, Jiang Tiantian rushed out and saw a young woman from the village.

“Oh, it’s Sister Xiaoyun! I’m here.”

Cai Xiaoyun hurried forward and grabbed her hand.

“Didn’t you want to see how lambs are born? Come quick, our sheep is about to give birth!”

“Really? That’s great! Let’s go!”

Jiang Tiantian’s eyes lit up. She grabbed Cai Xiaoyun’s hand and dashed towards the door.

“Hey, slow down! I can’t keep up!”

Cai Xiaoyun almost tripped as she struggled to match Jiang Tiantian’s pace.

This girl wasn’t just strong—she ran ridiculously fast.

Soon, they arrived at Cai Xiaoyun’s sheep pen.

Jiang Tiantian ran over excitedly. “I’m here! I’m here!”

“Has it given birth yet?”

Cai Xiaoyun’s family was gathered around the pen. Hearing her, they all turned and smiled.

“You’re just in time, Tiantian. Not yet, but soon.”

Cai Xiaoyun’s father, whom Jiang Tiantian called Uncle Cha San, pointed to a white ewe pacing anxiously in the corner of the pen.

“See that one? It won’t eat, it’s pawing the ground, and its belly is swollen. That means it’s about to give birth.”

Jiang Tiantian nodded; eyes locked on the ewe.

A few minutes later—

“Baaa… baaa…”

The ewe let out two cries, knelt down on its front legs, then lay completely on the ground, stretching out its hind legs.

“It’s happening!”

Uncle Cha San opened the pen and walked in, laying a plastic sheet under the ewe.

Jiang Tiantian followed nervously.

The ewe lay still, letting out soft bleats, its huge belly visibly heaving.

Jiang Tiantian barely dared to breathe as she watched.

She turned back and saw the other sheep casually grazing and drinking water, paying no attention to their laboring companion.

They were completely indifferent.

Annoyed, Jiang Tiantian muttered, “Where’s the lamb’s father? Why isn’t he standing by her side?”