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Chapter 89 What a wise move!

In a situation like this, as long as you have money, what can't you do?

"Can you build a thick stone wall ten feet high by tonight? The kind that can keep wild boars out of it," Xia Mo said solemnly with a serious expression.

“With enough people and enough stone, it’s certainly feasible,” said Old Village Chief Zhou, his eyes involuntarily glancing at Xia Mo’s face as he spoke.

It's so beautiful... I never imagined that such a beautiful flower could grow in their rural area.

"How much money do you want?" Xia Mo asked with a smile.

“Every family in our village has some stones stored up. If you are willing to pay one copper coin per stone, they would be happy to sell them first and then accumulate more later. As for the workers, if you pay them twenty copper coins per workday, I think many people would be willing to work,” Old Village Chief Zhou said, struggling to look away from Xia Mo, but then he couldn’t help but look back at Xia Mo’s face.

“Okay, here’s ten taels. If it’s not enough, get more from me,” Xia Mo pretended to reach into her pocket, but actually took out some loose silver from her soul space.

Old Village Chief Zhou was taken aback by the imposing ten taels of silver.

For country folk like them, ten taels of silver was a huge sum of money! And the young girl in front of them just pulled it out without hesitation!

“A thick wall around half an acre of land… Ah… Ten taels of silver is just right!” After all, Old Village Chief Zhou was the patriarch of the Zhou family. He counted on his fingers and quickly figured it out, which matched the amount of silver Xia Mo had given him.

"Okay, can we start now?" Xia Mo asked with a smile.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Village Chief Zhou nodded repeatedly.

Old Village Chief Zhou took action himself and got his sons involved as well. Soon, they gathered twenty people and started buying stones, mud, and timber from various households in Zhoujia Village.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to contribute money at the end of summer, Old Village Chief Zhou also secured some benefits for the village.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, a trench was dug about ten feet from the courtyard wall near the mountain. If a wild boar really rushed down the mountain, it would only fall into the trench first. Even if a small part of the beast rushed across the trench into the village, the damage it could cause would be limited.

Xia Sange tugged at Xia Mo, clearly understanding the benefits that Old Village Chief Zhou was seeking.

Xia Mo smiled and shook her head at Xia Sange.

Water that is too clear has no fish, and this is not a village where people settle down. They are outsiders, and if we don't let them take advantage of us, it will make them feel uncomfortable.

Old Village Chief Zhou would occasionally steal glances at Xia Mo, and he also saw Xia Mo's little interaction with Xia San Ge. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Which family could raise such a bright and intelligent girl?

Xia Mo said, "Third Brother, shall we go find Brother Zhou and Sister-in-law Zhou?"

Xia Sange, who was standing as the protector, nodded.

Inside the dilapidated room—

Zhou Zhi also went to move the stones; he had been called in by Zhou Chenshi.

“Sister-in-law Zhou, don’t go, sit down and chat with me,” Xia Mo beckoned.

Zhou Chenshi nodded.

Old Village Chief Zhou was very thoughtful and brought out a few stools so that they wouldn't be left without a place to sit.

“Brother Zhou did nothing wrong; it was others who were wrong,” Xia Mo said firmly.

Zhou Zhi felt as if he had been struck by something invisible, and tears instantly welled up in his eyes.

“Good people deserve good rewards. I’ve already spoken with Village Chief Zhou about transferring the house to your family, Brother Zhou. We’ve already paid for the stone wall around the yard; consider this a small subsidy,” Xia Mo said solemnly.

Upon hearing that the house would belong to their third branch of the family, Zhou Chenshi was overjoyed, yet for some reason, her eyes welled up with tears.

"Regarding the fact that you have no son," Xia Mo's divine sense quickly swept over Zhou Zhi and Zhou Chenshi, drawing a conclusion.

“Brother Zhou, you have kidney deficiency, which is not a big problem. Others can't cure it, but I can,” Xia Mo said.

Zhou Chenshi's eyes widened.

"Next, I'm going to tell you how I'll repay this kindness. Once you accept it, this debt of gratitude will be settled," Xia Mo said.

Zhou Chenshi looked on with anticipation as summer ended, wanting to know how to treat kidney deficiency.

"I have two options here. Listen to them and choose one."

Xia Mo said directly: "First, I will treat your kidney deficiency; second, our village plans to start a braised food business, and we will take Brother Zhou and your family with us."

After a pause, Xia Mo continued, "You choose one."

Zhou Chenshi looked at Zhou Zhi with great anticipation, pointing to the number "one" in her hand, hoping that Zhou Zhi would choose one.

The inability to give birth to a son had been a deep-seated obsession for Zhou Chenshi. Now that she had the opportunity to have a son, of course she wanted to!

Zhou Zhi frowned, lost in thought.

Madam Zhou reached out and tugged at Zhou Zhi's sleeve, thinking she was whispering, "Son..."

Zhou Zhi looked at his two daughters, who were staring at him with wide, innocent eyes, and were looking at him with trepidation.

“I choose option two,” Zhou Zhi made his decision, then turned his head with a pained expression and gently advised Zhou Chenshi, “Our two daughters are also our children. When they are older, we will ask them if one of them would like to stay at home and find a husband. If neither of them is willing, we can join the braised food business and earn some money to prepare better dowries for them so that they can have a better life after they get married.”

Zhou Chenshi opened her eyes wide with grievance, looking at Zhou Zhi with teary eyes.

Zhou Zhi chose the second option, does that mean... he... has no chance to have a son?

"Sigh..." Zhou Zhi sighed and whispered, "Even if our daughter is well taken care of, it's the same. When we finally get old, it's just the two of us who will truly live together. Look at our parents, our eldest and second brothers are all busy with their own families, and our parents still have to worry about them..."

Xia Mo stood quietly to the side, pretending to look elsewhere, giving Zhou Zhi time to persuade Zhou Chenshi.

What could Zhou Chenshi do? Although she still really wanted to have a son, how could she ignore what her husband had said?

Zhou Chenshi glanced at Zhou Zhi forlornly, nodded obediently, and said in a choked voice, "I will do whatever you say, sir."

“Whether we have a son or not, it’s our fate,” Zhou Zhi continued to persuade.

Xia Mo said, "In that case, you wait here. We'll go home first and talk to our parents. Then, someone from my family will come to discuss it with you."

“Okay,” Zhou Zhi stood up and saw Xia Mo and Xia Sange out.

At the end of summer, Xia Sange waved to Zhou Zhi.

Before leaving in late summer, Xia Mo gave Old Village Chief Zhou a piece of advice.

After all, the only person who could keep Zhou Zhi's grandfather and father in check was probably the Zhou family patriarch.

Old Village Chief Zhou nodded, smiling as he watched Xia Mo leave, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly again: What a perceptive girl, it's a pity she's a girl...

Zhou Zhi and Zhou Chenshi did not understand why Xia Mo had to hand over ten taels of silver to the old village chief Zhou.

No sooner had Xia Mo and Xia Sange left than Zhou Zhi's family came knocking on his door, demanding that Zhou Zhi hand over the money for building the wall, complaining that he was wasting money on it.

Zhou Zhi and Zhou Chenshi then realized how wise it was for Xia Mo to give the money directly to the old village chief Zhou!

Grandpa Zhou and his father didn't dare ask the old village chief for money at all!