Zhao Kuan: "Put the land dispute aside for now. I'm asking you, have you planted the spring wheat this year?"
"Planted, yes we have," the Village Elder said, "How could we dare miss the farming season?"
Zhao Kuan said, "That's good."
The Village Elder breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to arrange accommodations for Zhao Kuan.
Who would have thought, early the next day before breakfast, Zhao Kuan went out to inspect the wheat fields, dragging along curious villagers.
The Village Elder had just grabbed a chicken when Zhao Kuan disappeared, scared enough not to kill the chicken for him and rushed to chase after.
The Village Elder couldn't hide the truth from Zhao Kuan alone, let alone so many people?
Everyone was eager to speak, and the truth quickly slipped out.
The entire village's attention was on the land at the boundary with the neighboring village. To fight for the land, they not only sent people to dig ditches and put up fences but also engaged in fights.
