Song Tan quickly stood up:
"Okay, let's see whose land it is, I'll talk to them."
As it happened, this wasteland was Aunt Lianhua's property.
"Are you talking about the one at the foot of the mountain?" Aunt Lianhua thought for a moment—that land hadn't been cultivated for many years.
With her husband gone, her children away, and an elderly mother-in-law who was paralyzed, who had time to care for that land? It was good enough if she could grow some vegetables on it.
Now she waved her hand grandly: "You can do whatever you want with it!"
She even felt a bit embarrassed afterward:
"I was actually wondering whether to ask you, Tantan, if you wanted to include that piece of land when you rented yours this year..."
Her piece of land was at the foot of the mountain, but there was another plot in between, so it wasn't connected to the land that Song Tan had rented, and she felt too embarrassed to ask.
