"That small plot of land north of the village," Yang the Third said without hesitation. He'd seen how things were. The world could descend into chaos at any moment, and it was anyone's guess if they could even hold on to their land then. He might as well take a gamble against Yang Ji right now.
He had traveled all over, and while he hadn't made a fortune, he'd certainly honed his eye for things. He knew the hairpin from Yang Ji's wife's dowry was quite valuable. His own wife had long wanted one, but he simply didn't have the spare money to buy it.
Yang Ji's interest was piqued.
Land was his lifeblood.
If he hadn't been so obsessed with land back then, he wouldn't have forcibly taken that strip of land from the Yang Family. He never gave it back, and the two families nearly came to blows over it. If not for that incident, his relationship with the Yang Family wouldn't be this hostile.
