Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

The men and young men who stuck to the isolation zone ate and went to bed in the middle of the afternoon, and did not get up to eat dinner.

I slept until the next morning, when I felt exhausted and started to feel energetic again.

Especially when they thought that the large miasma forest in Devil's Valley had turned into a pile of ashes, and that they could finally open up wasteland and build a new home with confidence, everyone was even more energetic and full of fighting spirit.

The old village chief thought that there was only more than a month left before the spring plowing season. He had to clear up the wasteland before spring plowing, remove stumps, weeds, gravel, etc., and divide the cleared land into pieces so that they could be laid out according to the rules. The population is assigned to each household.

Moreover, ditches and other such things must be dug, otherwise there will be no water to plow the fields during spring plowing?

With so much to do, there really isn’t a day to waste.

So, without giving everyone more time to rest, the old village chief convened the whole village for a meeting in an open space in front of the tent area.

The old village chief blew his pipe and pot, signaled everyone to be quiet, and spoke with a serious face.

"Although it is said that tomorrow is the 30th of the New Year and the day after tomorrow is the New Year's Day, others are happily preparing to celebrate the New Year. However, we, who have just arrived, have not even settled down at home, and there is still a piece of land for next spring plowing. How can we sit in a tent and wait for the Chinese New Year with peace of mind in the wasteland? I think we should seize the time to open up the wasteland and dig ditches so that we can farm and feed the whole family next year!"

No one else objected to what the old village chief said.

As farmers, next year's spring plowing is of course more important. Everyone feels that the field problem has not been solved yet, and they are not interested in celebrating the New Year.

"Village chief, don't worry! We will clear up wasteland soon. We will not be idle during the Chinese New Year. We will try to clear up the fields before spring plowing and build water canals to ensure that there is land for planting before spring plowing."

"Yes, those bitches want to see us die of hunger and disease here, but we must work hard and live well, and we will make those sons of bitches mad!"

"The most troublesome miasma has been solved, and there is no need to chop down trees or vines anymore. What's the point of clearing land? We all work together, and the work is done while talking and laughing!"

"Hahaha... Yes! Yes! When we all work together, it's so exciting! No matter how hard or tiring it is, it feels like it goes by so fast, and the day goes by in a blink of an eye!"

"Hahaha……"

Everyone smiled easily and didn't mind at all because they couldn't spend the New Year in a tent and had to continue to do hard work.

In the past, each family did their own work, although sometimes several people would work together to help widows or elderly people who were short of labor.

But this is the first time that the whole village has done one thing together regardless of each other, and everyone still finds it quite novel.

The old village chief was very pleased to see that no one had any intention of staying idle for a few days, and raised his pipe and pot:

"Okay! I won't say much else, everyone, work hard! When we grow the first batch of food next year, we won't be afraid of starving to death! Those evil-minded officials want to see our miserable situation, there is no way Son! We want to live better than anyone else! No matter who wants us to die, we can’t fulfill their wish. It’s best to piss them off to death!”

Everyone unconsciously puffed up their chests, holding a fire in their hearts that they wanted to vent out in the reclaimed wasteland.

I vow to fight to make those who look down on them and want to play with them like ants in their hands to death!

Just when everyone was about to go back to pick up the things and go into the valley to work, Butler Zhou's carriage came in with difficulty again, bumping all the way.

He brought two carriages of hoes, shovels, hammers, machetes, sickles and other farm tools.

Qiao Ran stepped forward and watched the servants brought by Butler Zhou move all the things in the carriage, and asked in surprise:

"Uncle Zhou, what are you..."

Butler Zhou said with a smile:

"I was thinking that the fire burning the wasteland here should be extinguished. In a few days, the land reclamation will begin, right? The farm tools you want to build will not be produced so quickly. I thought that you may not have enough farm tools, so I just bought them from a few villages. I have collected all these farm tools and brought them to you. I will lend them to you before spring plowing! But within half a month, the first batch of farm tools should be ready."

Qiao Ran was very touched. Uncle Zhou was really the most enthusiastic and considerate person she had met since coming to the capital!

Not only did they receive clothes and quilts to keep out the cold, but also essential food, meat, and vegetables. Now, considering their lack of farm tools, they specially collected hundreds of farm tools from several villages and delivered them in a timely manner. .

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou! Thank you very much! You are so considerate! To be honest, we are about to go into the valley to open up wasteland! We really, really need this batch of farm tools, and you sent it in time. Got it!"

Qiao Ran saluted Butler Zhou heartily, thanking him on behalf of the people of Qingshui Village.

The old village chief also came over and said very gratefully: "Yes, the whole village wants to thank you! This has really helped us a lot!"

The old village chief took the lead, and all the people in Qingshui Village saluted and thanked Butler Zhou.

Butler Zhou quickly helped the old village chief up: "Oh, it's nothing! It's just a little effort. Since you are going to work now, I won't disturb you. There are still many things waiting for me in the house. Take my leave. Got it!"

The people of Qingshui Village hurriedly wanted to stay with Butler Zhou to eat before leaving. Butler Zhou smiled and pointed his finger:

"It's still early at this time! Don't waste time, go get busy! I have to go back to work, and come back for dinner another day when I have time."

After saying that, he waved his hand, got into the carriage, and left with a few servants.

The people of Qingshui Village watched the carriage leave with gratitude in their hearts. They even vowed to work hard, strive to live a decent life, and repay these kind people who had provided so much help to them in the future.

This morning, the people of Qingshui Village, men, women, old and young, went into battle together, carrying hoes, shovels, machetes... and bamboo baskets, and drove to Devil's Valley in a mighty manner.

The Devil's Valley, which outsiders are shocked by when they hear it, will soon be transformed into a beautiful and rich Fairy Valley with the hard work of the people of Qingshui Village!

The part of the desolate forest that was burned down now only has a thick layer of ashes, a few unburned black branches, and large and small stones.

When we get to the place, no one needs to make arrangements, everyone automatically divides the work.

Some of the men pried off the large rocks and moved them to the nearby woods.

The other part used hoes and shovels to dig into the ground and turn it over.

The women carried bamboo baskets and baskets to pick up and dig out the small stones. There were also some stones in the ground that the men turned over. They also picked them up and threw them to the edge of the wasteland.

The old people and children in their teens picked up the branches and small stones that could be moved, trying to make the ground as clean as possible so that the men could plow the ground.