"The master's family is so benevolent. Working for masters like this, we can't go wrong."
"Exactly. We only came to help, yet they're feeding us three meals—and there's even meat at noon. We ate our fill today, and ate well too. We got plenty of greasy meat in us; wonder if we'll have diarrhea when we get home tonight."
"Look at you, no ambition at all. Even if you get diarrhea, it'll be oily. Use it to fertilize the crops, and maybe next year's harvest will be a little bigger."
"Haha, we all have to thank Lord Fang and Young Master Fang today."
While they ate, the tenant farmers working for Fang Yue's family all wore "blissful" smiles.
They might not even get meat during the holidays, yet today, just by lending their master's family a hand, they had gotten to eat some.
Still, they merely envied them. No one felt jealous.
In truth, a large portion of farming folk were simple and honest. Those who repaid kindness with hatred were only a minority.
Besides, all of them had now donated their land to Fang Yue's family.
Strictly speaking, Fang Yue's family were the landlords, while they were merely tenant farmers who tilled the fields.
It was a relationship of dependence. Only by relying on the Fang family could they get by, could they live well.
Otherwise, the Imperial Court's land tax and poll tax alone would have been enough to drive most of them into bankruptcy, forcing them to abandon their fields and become wandering refugees.
All of this was because the master's family was benevolent—because Lord Fang was benevolent.
Of course, it was even more Young Master Fang's achievement.
They could not help looking toward Fang Yue. Worthy of a Martial Scholar—his strength was likely greater even than