wasteland ranch

Chapter 82: Come, Village Chief
"100?"

Lin Hai cried out in surprise,

"Our weekly profit is only about [-] yuan, and there are still a lot of things to buy. How can they do this!"

Lin Hai waved his hand to stop Lin Hai's complaints. Lin Guiyao frowned and sat back heavily.

"What did Roger say?"

Roger must know about this, he has to figure out the attitude of his partner.

"Roger said that this is the consistent rule of the metropolis. Territories that meet the city's construction standards have to pay them a registration fee of 100 million every year, otherwise they will not be protected by them. It's just..."

Wang Bing looked at Lin Guiyao's face, and continued,

"I just don't know why, everyone else pays in installments, only we pay it once, and, according to our population, we can't meet the conditions for registration at all.

So Roger guessed that there must be someone behind this who is pushing for this. "

"Anyone interested?"

Lin Guiyao knocked on the table, this caring person is probably Ma Youcai, but I don't know what price he paid for being able to persuade the officials of the third ring to get involved,

You must know that non-metropolitan residents can only move around the seventh ring road, while ordinary residents can only move around the fifth, sixth and seventh ring roads. Within the fifth ring road, people with a certain status must be able to enter.

This Qihuan's Ma Youcai actually has this ability?
It seems that we need to find an opportunity to eradicate the roots.

As for Metropolis…

"100 million? Hmph!"

Lin Guiyao narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Bing,

"Inform Roger that all of this month's profits will be given to us for the time being and will be returned to him next month. If you don't agree, stop doing this business!"

"Uh," Wang Bing touched his head in embarrassment.

"Roger told me the same thing before I came back. He said that after you get over this difficulty, you can bring up the money issue next month."

Lin Guiyao groped for his chin, pulled the corner of his mouth,
This Roger is a man with a long-term vision.

"Okay, that's it. I went out to hoe the ground. Lin Hai, you send these things to Lao Huang and the others. List the missing things and hand them over to me at night."

"Ok."

After bidding farewell to the other people in the conference hall, Lin Guiyao returned to the back mountain to start his great career of digging.
After Shi Hu's intensive training for this month, he can stop hoeing the ground by himself without Shi Hu correcting him.
Moreover, his success rate has now risen to three or four times out of ten being perfect, and his daily training volume has also increased from [-] to [-]. It seems that his proficiency will soon be full again.

I have to say that this kind of training method that can practice martial arts and improve the proficiency of hoes is indeed a good way to pass the time.

It's a bit of a pity that the stunt, which has a chance of one in ten billion, has never been triggered even once.

While practicing hoeing, Lin Guiyao was thinking,

This time the metropolis asked him to pay 100 million, he really had to pay,
Regardless of the population, I can't compare to others in terms of area alone. At best, I am a bigger county, and they are a large province!

You know, it is very natural for big fish to eat small fish. Although I feel uncomfortable for a while, I can only hold my breath in my heart, write it down in my small notebook, and avenge this revenge in the future.

He can't be like the male protagonists in those cool novels, who think that they have an invincible aura and lead the younger brothers to learn how to bray together, screaming together, and everyone who sees them will be jealous, slapping their faces.

Before it develops, the consequence of doing this is one word:

dead!
"Metropolis?
Sooner or later, you will be like this pile of dirt, you can only be pried away by me in despair, just wait and see! "

……

Time, just as Lin Guiyao worked hard to loosen the soil for Mother Earth, another month passed.

This month, one-fifth of the back mountain has been developed, all of which have been planted with potatoes, and the food in the village has gradually become sufficient.

If nothing else, those pink pigs that are in estrus almost the entire time are indeed worthy of the title of the second most powerful omnivore in history.
I can eat onion roots, ginger leaves, potato skins, whatever bits and pieces they get from the kitchen, and I even eat straws and chili peppers.

Coupled with more and more sweet potato stems and leaves, these Fenxiang pigs grew rounder and rounder one by one, and several of them had grown bigger in the past few days, and they were isolated by Chen Elong to wait for delivery.

As for the domesticated sword pine, Lin Guiyao properly replanted some, and the stone mill was also led by Lao Huang, finally able to grind out fine, dry and fragrant wheat flour.

So, six hours ago, Lin Guiyao couldn't wait to knead a large ball of dough himself, and mixed a little natural yeast and sweet potato flour into it, and it was just ready.

Gently lifting the cloth covering the dough, a smooth ball of dough five times larger than before was revealed. It looked a bit like an extra-large glutinous rice ball—the size of a fitness ball.

"It seems like I used a little too much noodles and my hair turned out so big. It's a bit exaggerated..."

Lin Guiyao poked the dough with his finger, only to see the small hole that was poked out slowly bounced back, and when he sniffed it close to his nose, a strong aroma of wheat rushed into his nose.

"Well, the hair is just right, neither hard nor soft, saving me to find alkali to neutralize."

Grasping the pieces of dough into pieces as big as forearms, Lin Guiyao asked Hu Xiaoer and the others to work together, kneading the dough again to remove all the air inside.
Then knead these small dough into a thick towel and continue to ferment for half an hour.

The stove made of bricks has already been remodeled by someone, and it was directly made into a small kiln like a clock. During the six hours of baking, Lin Guiyao asked Chen Elong to burn it far away. Can feel the heat wave.

Taking advantage of the second fermentation time, Lin Guiyao rushed to remove the fire source. He estimated that the kiln temperature had almost dropped, and then placed the fermented dough piece by piece on a wooden plate.

Lightly sprinkle some sweet potato flour, add a little yellow corn, and then use a knife to cut three diagonal cuts on the surface of the dough.
It was only then that Lin Guiyao pushed the large plate of processed dough into the kiln under everyone's gaze.

As he turned it several times, the dough magically began to turn golden and expand. Within an hour, the oven door opened...

"Wow! It's delicious!"

"Is this the smell of wheat? Why is it so fragrant? It feels like the air is sweet!"

"And it's golden and yellow, it looks so beautiful!"

Hu Xiaoer, Wang Bing, and Xiao Hong each made their own comments. Zhao Ziyue was more reserved, holding a gun and hiding behind, but her footsteps moved closer and closer unconsciously.
The most direct one was at midnight, after he sniffed his nose, he turned around and pulled a table, set the plate, set up a knife,

He even put a small napkin around his neck, banged on the table and shouted:

"Village chief, I'm ready,"

"bring it on!"

(End of this chapter)