"You don't even use your brains, blindly following Wang Hao into this mess; look at how you've ruined good arable land, and now all the effort spent on building the greenhouse has to be spent again taking it down!"
The villagers in the courtyard all turned their gaze to Zhao Youquan, but said nothing.
"Other people's rapeseed is already sprouting in their fields, and if you dismantle the greenhouse and start sowing now, it might still be in time; otherwise, come next spring, you will end up with nothing!"
Zhao Youquan instigated.
"Wang Hao has already paid us the rent; we haven't lost out!"
Wang Xiaoer, a man of integrity, felt that Wang Hao had treated him well, and was the first to stand up and speak for Wang Hao.
"What? Haven't lost out?"
Zhao Youquan's words carried a sardonic edge.
"Wang Hao's medicinal herbs are growing so quickly, it's unprecedented. Who knows what unspeakable things he's used to spur such wild growth in the herbs?"