Lin Chong's mother's eyes widened in confusion. She asked, "what do you mean?"
Lin Yuelan said, "I can cure his illness, but I will require your land as an exchange." She ignored their reaction and walked away.
Her next destination was Lin Changzhi's house.
Lin Changxing lived at the entrance of the village. He built a three-room green-roofed house. At first glance, it was clear that his life was better than that of the other villagers.
The villagers followed Lin Yuelan all the way to Lin Changzhi's house.
The people started to whisper to each other.
"It seems that the families that the girl is looking for today are all families that have not sold their land."
"Yup. But Changzhi has no enmity with the girl, so why is he not willing to sell the land to her?"
"I heard that Changzhi's youngest son also had a part in the murder of the girl. This time, he probably didn't sell the land to her because he has a guilty conscience."
