Huai Zi and Qingmu finally relented. Because this place was a bit far from the river—it was the same plot of barren land Juhua's family had first bought—they also helped dig a well in the courtyard.
After everything was done, the group stood at the courtyard gate, gazing at a nearby pond of green lotus leaves interspersed with pink lotus flowers—that was the Zheng Family's fish pond. In the fields beside it was an expanse of green Shanyu vines and lush Huangdou plants. A little higher up were corn stalks that looked like a small grove of trees. Deeper in the fields were the overlapping clusters of trees and houses of the village, wisps of cooking smoke drifting from them.
Qin Feng withdrew his gaze and smiled. "This is a great spot. Open in the front, with a mountain at the back."
The reason he let the Zheng Family and the Zhang family arrange things for him was to put their minds at ease. These simple farmers didn't like to always be taking advantage of others.
