Xu Qingqing's father picked up a paper slip, unfolded it to reveal a second-class field, and while he was overjoyed, he grew even more resentful towards his wife and daughter.
Holding one slip wasn't enough, he had to grab two, and both with such bad luck.
Upon seeing the paper slip in his hand, Xu Ying laughed and said, "Uncle, your luck isn't bad! Pity about those four chances, otherwise four acres of second-class fields would have been much better than four acres of third-class fields, the yield is completely different."
Hearing this, Xu Qingqing's father felt even more infuriated. Later, when his son and his daughter-in-law drew, they got either second-class or first-class fields, and never even touched third-class fields.
Liu Yuefen got a single glance from the man and turned pale.
The terrain of Xujia Village was quite good, with most of it being fine land, and the mere ten acres of third-class fields had all ended up being drawn by their family.
