When Lin Xiaoguai got her hands on the contract for the three thousand mu of land, it was already October. The stifling heat of summer had passed, and the climate now carried a hint of the refreshing briskness of autumn.
Three thousand mu of land was no small matter; the whole courtyard was abuzz with the news. Acquaintances and strangers alike came knocking at her door to inquire, since everyone knew Shen Chi was good at raking in cash. Who could tell whether the land hid unknown treasures?
Some even fancifully speculated whether gold, oil, coal, or other valuable deposits lay beneath those three thousand mu.
Of course, there were also those who tried to take advantage of the situation, hoping to make a quick buck. The cost of the land contract was no secret, and although people were already aware that Shen Chi's family was wealthy, now they had a clearer picture, which inevitably led some to scheme.
