Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Really, that's good, they are all on the wasteland?" Ling Jingxuan raised his eyebrows and made a gesture of invitation, and several people said as they walked.

"Well, your father and the two servants in the family are distributing them. I'm afraid you will come over first if you are in a hurry."

"What about the cattle? How much have you borrowed?"

"This is more troublesome. I only brought 20 of them today, all of which I borrowed overnight from big families in several nearby towns. You know, big families basically don't lack the money for renting cattle. , Most of them are reluctant to rent, but don't worry, I will run a few more times in the past few days, and I will definitely collect fifty heads for you."

"Then trouble Liu Baoren."

While they were talking, they had already gone out on the road. Ling Jingxuan and the others could see the crowded crowd from a distance. They were queuing up to receive the hero, and the villagers from Lingjia Village were also crowded to the side to watch the excitement and listen to the news. When it was said that Ling Jingxuan had bought those saline-alkali land, many people were chattering and mocking, but no one paid any attention to them.

"Everyone, be quiet, this is the eldest son of Ling, the owner of your help."

Liu Baoren stepped forward with a few strides. Under his greeting, everyone's eyes fell on Ling Jingxuan who came after him. He was watched by more than a thousand people at the same time. Most people probably had their legs weak. Ling Jingxuan, Yan Shengrui and Chu The three of them, as if they had long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, walked over without any abnormality.

"Master!"

More than 1,000 people shouted at the same time, the sound was so shocking that the eardrums could not help but hurt, Ling Jingxuan waved his hand to signal them to calm down: "Everyone is here to live, I won't talk nonsense, as long as you are good, I will definitely not treat you badly, but if anyone wants to fish in troubled waters, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

The easy-going aura suddenly changed, and all the people who had thought he was weak and deceitful at first couldn't help but tremble, and their eyes climbed with fear. It is impossible for a person of qiáng power to not be afraid at all. "In order to improve the efficiency of everyone's life, I have decided to divide you into twenty-four groups, each group of fifty people, each group has one ox, and the one who lives the most every day. A group of people, in addition to the fixed salary, I will reward each person with 5 cents, and I will not punish the group with the least living, but if there are too many left, I am sorry, I can only ask you all to leave Well, now, you can find people you know well to form a team, and later each team will send a representative to be your team leader, I will explain to your team leader how to open up wasteland here.

There are rewards and punishments to have motivation, and group work can effectively avoid individual lazy people. On the way here, he has made a rough calculation. There are 1,200 people. Even if one person reclaims two acres of land every day, it will take more than 20 days. It's enough to reclaim more than 50,000 acres of land, provided that there are not too many people making jokes and making money.

As soon as the words were finished, the dark crowd couldn't help chatting and chatting, but most of them had smiles on their faces. If the gān was good, it would be an extra five cents a day, and they had already heard that this family treats the workers for a long time. Very good, the wages are never deducted, and the meal is also taken care of at noon. It is said that they are all white and tender steamed buns with big bone soup.

It is more difficult for a few people to guess. Originally, they thought about more than a thousand people, and the master would not be able to keep an eye on them one by one. At that time, they would be lazy and get paid easily. I didn’t expect that Ling Jingxuan actually gave them this trick, completely breaking their way back.

"What do you think this Ling Jingxuan is doing? Has his brain been squeezed by the cracks in the door? It's okay to spend money on those wasteland that can't grow anything, and he still offers such favorable conditions to hire people to open up wasteland, doesn't he know, next As soon as the moon water is poured back, is everything equal to white gong?"

"Who knows, maybe people have more money and can't find a place to use it?"

"Haha?? But then again, the conditions for hiring someone are so good that I feel a little bit wanting to help him."

"Just save it. Ling Jingxuan has grown up, and he still hates us. How could he hire us to help?"

"That's not what I said, as long as we live seriously, he shouldn't need us, after all, we belong to the same village—

"That's right, why don't we go to Lizheng and ask? If you can earn two dollars at your doorstep, it would be a good thing." The villagers onlookers naturally heard what Ling Jingxuan said, and the discussion almost overwhelmed those workers. Hey, there are ridicule, envy, and jealousy. There are all kinds of reactions. The only thing that doesn’t exist is sincerity. Some people are thinking about making money from him, but their faces are full of contempt. Ling Jingxuan is ordinary. Not a brainy person, probably won't use them.

"Why do you suddenly think that the group is alive? I didn't hear you talk about it last night."

It also takes time for the workers to automatically assign them. Taking advantage of this gap, Yan Shengrui couldn't help but ask strangely. Hu's eyes couldn't hide his resentment, and it was obvious that Jingxuan was hiding it from him.

"Did I say you're bored?"

Seeing the emotion in his eyes at a glance, Ling Jingxuan took a look at him angrily, shook his head and said, "I also just thought of it, just when Liu Baoren said that we only borrowed twenty cows, there are three cows in our family, Brother Zhao. One of them has a total of 24 heads, and the number of people can be divided into 24 groups equally. In the future, when there are more cattle, and then spread them out, the benefits of living will be higher, and this wasteland can be opened earlier. It's better to finish sooner."

The sea water is said to be flooded in October, who can guarantee that it will not be ahead of schedule? People are not clear about the nature of things. In order to ensure that the winemaking plan for next year can be fully launched, no matter how much investment is made this year.

No, he has to reclaim all these lands.

"Hey?? I'm not mentally balanced. I'm your man, how can I be the same as others? I finally found out that I felt a little uncomfortable."

The thief laughed twice, Yan Shengrui leaned over cheekily to please, Liu Baoren next to him was stunned for a moment, seriously doubting whether he was dazzled, but Chu Ci's face was indifferent: "This idea is not bad, although I meet every day. With a few hundred extra wages, it effectively avoids those who want to fish in troubled waters."

No matter how cold and indifferent Chu Ci was, only he knew how much he admired Ling Jingxuan.

"Haha... that's what I want. To put it arrogantly, I don't care about the extra money I have every day, but I don't want to spend money to hire some people who make jokes. Right now is the slack of farming. Why spend money to block yourself?"

With one hand behind his back, Ling Jingxuan didn't bother to pay attention to someone who started to be rude again. His face was full of confident and calm smiles, and there were traces of qiáng in it. Chu Ci turned to look at him, but he didn't express his opinion anymore. The reason why he followed was purely out of curiosity. If possible, he really wanted to know how he was going to grow something in this wasteland.

Chapter 164 - Reclaiming the Wasteland (2)

About a quarter of an hour later, the 1,200 people were automatically divided into 24 groups. At the same time, according to Ling Jingxuan's request, 24 group leaders were also in place, so that Ling Chenglong and Lao Zhou could continue to distribute to those who did not get the heroine. , and after teaching them how to use it, Ling Jingxuan and Yan Shengrui brought more than 20 people to the ox cart that was parked aside.

"Everyone should be around here, and they must know the situation of this wasteland. I won't say more. You can see this. Compared with ordinary wasteland, it's just weeding and turning the ground. You still need to dig ditches and canals here. First of all , each group sent two workers to plough the land with oxen, and the rest of the people dug a ridge of soil ridges every one and a half feet as shown in the drawing, and the size of each ridge should not exceed five cm, you are from a village family, you should be able to do this by feeling, and the depth of the ditch must be the same as the distance, the soil ridge should be a little firmer, and it can't be scattered when you touch it, it's probably like this, you see any questions."

Ling Jingxuan took out the drawing paper he had prepared long ago from his arms. It drew a ridge of fields, which was a bit like a plan for growing corn, but the distance and depth he requested were greater and deeper. This was to prevent seawater from flooding back. When the momentum of the water is too great, the soil ridges are washed away, and the ditches are used to precipitate salt. The salt is heavier than the water. When the water comes in, the salt will settle down to the bottom, and most of it will sink into the ditches and soak into the soil surface. Next, the remaining part will be returned to the inland sea along with the fading of the seawater. In this way, the work of desalination is almost done. When the seawater fades next year, people will push down the soil ridge and bury the ditch before planting, and the surface will be more than one foot above the ground. The land is basically free of salt, and salt-tolerant plants will not die after ploughing.

"No problem, but boss, what's the use of this?"