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When Xia Yuhan previously entered the village, he did not carefully examine Xia Yang Village. So on his way back, Xia Yuhan took a close look at Xia Yang Village.
Although the villagers of Xia Yang Village were impoverished, the houses they lived in were not as dilapidated as one might imagine. The village's houses were evenly divided between thatched houses and other structures.
However, those houses had long lost their former glory due to the passage of time. More than half of the tiles on the roofs were broken, the paper on the window sills had long since weathered from wind and rain, and the thresholds that symbolized the owner's status were nearly worn down.
From this, it can be seen that Xia Yang Village was indeed once prosperous. However, their wealth was built on depleting resources meant for future generations; they did not understand sustainable use and thus exhausted their descendants' resources.
If the issue of non-renewable resources could be resolved, the poverty of Xia Yang Village might change. As for where to start, it would require a thorough investigation of Xia Yang Village's terrain.
Along the way, Xia Yuhan and Sun Liuxiang strolled leisurely until they unknowingly arrived at the home of Da Han.
Da Han's home could be described as the most dilapidated in the village. The house was bare; there were no stools to sit on or tables to eat at, and not even a bed to sleep in!
They simply laid thick weeds on the ground to make a bed.
In other homes in Xia Yang Village, families would typically raise various poultry. Whenever they faced financial difficulties, they could sell these poultry at the market to supplement their household expenses. Life was quite frugal, often leaving them with meals that were inconsistent.
However, Da Han's family only had a few old hens that rarely laid eggs, making their situation even more difficult than that of other villagers. Therefore, their best meal was often boiled eggs. If Da Han didn't have to constantly buy medicine for his ailing mother, perhaps his family wouldn't be so impoverished.
Da Han was twenty years old this year. Due to having a mother who was unable to move about easily, he had yet to marry in order to take care of her.
Regarding Da Han, Xia Yuhan found him quite likable. Although he had never received an education and could barely recognize a few characters, he had remarkable potential; with some guidance, he could surely become a talented warrior.
Ah, what a pity for such a person!
It truly is jealousy of talent!
Xia Yuhan and Sun Liuxiang had just entered the courtyard of the Great Han when the man hurried out to greet them, completely changing his previously arrogant demeanor. With a shy expression, he spoke to them, "Second Sister, my mother cannot be wronged, so I went to borrow some good benches from elsewhere. Later, I will borrow a bed as well, and also..."
Xia Yuhan smiled lightly; this man was becoming more interesting: "You don't need to go through so much trouble. I'll have our people bring the carriage into the courtyard later; we can make do in the carriage. By the way, take me to see your mother. I didn't get a chance to meet her earlier, which is a bit disrespectful."
The man did not expect that Xia Yuhan would not look down on his family at all and even showed great respect for his mother. They were merely lowly servants and had never dared to hope for equal treatment in the eyes of ordinary people.
So for a moment, he was so excited that he didn't know how to express his feelings. He quickly knelt down before Xia Yuhan with a thud and said earnestly, "I thank Second Sister on behalf of my mother!"
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