Shen Jing's hand hadn't healed, so she stayed at Old Mrs. Xu's place, watching her pull radishes every day.
Old Mrs. Xu looked at the people in suits and leather shoes not far away. "Those capitalists are here again, insisting on developing the land near the river into a scenic area."
Shen Jing followed Old Mrs. Xu's gaze. "Isn't that a good thing? Tourism can also boost the income of nearby residents. After all, tourists will come, and they'll need to eat, buy water, and find lodging, right?"
Old Mrs. Xu said, "I find it noisy."
The voices of that group gradually reached their ears.
"All the residents in town are willing to cooperate. The price offered is high, and everyone has signed."
"What price?"
"A three percent daily dividend. But there's one old lady who finds it too noisy and refuses to sign."
"Dealing with the elderly's land is tough; they're hard to please."
