Wufu walked to the piece of cultivated wasteland, the so-called reclamation was nothing but the removal of some grass and the digging of a few pits here and there with a hoe, it was, however, the extent of the boundary, marked by a large circle of withered grass and tree branches, meant to declare ownership—hmm, staking claim.
With hands clasped behind his back, Wufu walked a full circle, then snorted through his nose.
"Miss, how should we handle this situation?" Liu Jin, who was by her side, couldn't help but ask.
Handle it?
Wufu had several methods to get this land without paying a penny, and the most effective was undoubtedly to bully others with power.
Power and influence, in any era, are useful tools. Countless people aspire towards them, stopping at nothing. Power can grant you much more.
Farmers have no strength to contend with people of power because commoners should not fight with officials—the result would be like eggs striking a rock.