Upon hearing Clan Chief Lin’s words, Lin Caisang was taken aback, then a warmth spread in her heart.
Indeed, having a different last name makes a huge difference. She is part of the Lin Clan, so Clan Chief Lin, after hearing about the two seasons of rice, would consider its impact on her reputation. Conversely, Clan Chief Ya only thought about what benefits he could reap.
"And about that thing with your seventh uncle’s family, I ran into them just in time and stopped them from spreading the word about those pond digging affairs. This isn’t a small issue, even if you set up thorny barriers, what are those young kids going to understand? They even dare to poke into thorny stacks, let alone a thorny fence. This matter is simply unforgivable."
While Lin Caisang was still mulling over his words, Clan Chief Lin addressed her again.
"If others wish to dig ponds, that is their business. Should you speak of this matter and something happens in the future, they will blame you. Child, why don’t you think about the consequences."
Having said that, he picked up a piece of vegetable with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.
"Well, that is indeed an issue. However... I thought it was necessary to dig the ponds, or else we wouldn’t be able to plant the second season rice." Lin Caisang said.
"This isn’t simply a matter of whether or not we must dig them."
Upon hearing her words, Clan Chief Lin glared at her, put down his bowl of rice wine, and forcefully knocked on the table with his hand.
"You child, if you have any ideas, why not discuss them with grandpa Clan Chief? If you had expressed your ideas earlier, grandpa could provide advice."
"Grandpa Clan Chief, you mean to say..."
Lin Caisang was somewhat confused. What other better ideas could there be compared to hers?
"Grandpa Lin, Grandma Qiubo, oh, Clan Chief Lin is here too."
Just as Clan Chief Lin was about to speak, a voice came from outside the main hall and a figure stepped in.
"If it isn’t Molian. What brings you here so late?" Clan Chief Lin turned to look at him and asked.
"My house is just next door, I heard about the rice situation today."
Ya Molian glanced at Lin Caisang. He was here to clean up the mess she had made. This girl was something else, daring to say anything to anyone.
"What, did Clan Chief Ya send you?" As Clan Chief Lin heard his words, his old eyes dangerously squinted.
That old Ya had best be careful. If he tried to throw a spanner in the works now, Sangsang might not plant two-season rice for the Ya Clan.
"Did Clan Chief Ya also come by?" Ya Molian turned to Lin Caisang.
"I ran into him on the way back, we made a bit of small talk." Lin Caisang sheepishly replied.
"But I didn’t tell him anything. After all, I am a Lin and need to consult with grandpa Clan Chief before making any decisions. Your approval is vital, right?"
She hastily added another sentence.
Clan Chief Lin, hearing her words, was increasingly frustrated. But considering how Lin Caisang’s intentions were for his welfare, he held back any further criticism.
"Grandpa Clan Chief, Brother Molian, please don’t blame Sangsang for today’s incident. She was discussing these matters with me, and Aunt Tao overheard us. We were not aware of her eavesdropping."
Seeing that both Clan Chief Lin and Ya Molian were displeased, Lin Changhong explained on behalf of his sister.
"Later, we had no choice but to share some information with Aunt Tao. She promised us that she wouldn’t leak the information. Who knew we couldn’t trust her mouth?"
"When can you ever rely on the word of a woman?" Lin Laogeng gruffly interjected.
Of course, he could not bear to scold Sangsang, instead he stared fiercely at his grandson, Lin Changhong. What are grandsons for if not to take the blame for his precious granddaughter?