About a day and a night later, Jiang Yue and the other two were lying prone halfway up a mountain, watching a stream flow at the foot of the mountain. Downstream, following the stream and the contours of the land, stood a huge castle.
Several villages were scattered around the castle.
Between the castle and the villages, along both banks of the stream, stretched vast fields of what looked like extraordinarily fertile farmland. Plenty of farmers were working in them.
San Gou had grown up in the countryside too, so he had his own way of judging land.
"Second Uncle, Second Brother, this is good land."
Jiang Qiao nodded. "There are open fields on both sides of this stream, at least tens of thousands of mu of good farmland. The fields on our side are especially fine."
He hadn't reached that conclusion without reason. The stream was at least a thousand meters wide, so building a bridge across it would have cost a great deal.
If the land on this side had no value, no one would have built a bridge stretching from one bank to the other.
The good farmland on this side of the stream had clearly been developed with great care. Armed men patrolled it from time to time, which showed that the land was truly fertile and had tremendous development potential.
Ordinary fields wouldn't warrant armed patrols. The security here was nothing compared with Master Hu's estate, but the fact that they had built a bridge across the river just so they could patrol this land showed how much they valued it.
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