Chapter 679

Of course, there are also lazy ones, such as Jiang Feng's family. In the piece of land that their family was allocated, the weeds and potato seedlings grew to about the same height, and the number was about the same...

For paddy fields converted from dry land, it would take a long time just to store water and soften the soil. If the soil problem is not solved, the seedlings will not be able to be planted at all.

So there is no need to rush to divide, it is better to open more paddy fields.

Village head Zhao nodded and smiled happily: "I also think that we can open more paddy fields, which will be the foundation of our foothold in the future! There is a lot of wasteland near us, and the water source is not bad. Now that it is open, we can plant it next year. ,It could not be better."

Originally, Village Chief Zhao had this idea. After all, according to the current division, each person can be divided into about one mu, and the family is only four or five mu, and the more is no more than ten mu. Even if business is developed in the future, there will be other income supplements. Maybe it will still be tight.

Everyone walked around, and after discussing and discussing, they roughly circled a piece of wasteland.

In the south of the developed area, it stretches flat, with bushes and trees and weeds, and it can be opened to more than 8,000 to 10,000 mu by visual estimation.

There is a small undulating hillside of about 30 to 40 mu between these two lands, which is also a forest.

The newly opened land bypasses this forest. After all, it is not convenient to divert water in high-lying places, and it cannot be used as a paddy field. Moreover, it would be good to leave some forest between the fields, so that there is a convenient place to rest and rest during work on weekdays.

Mu Qingli asked someone to clear up the miscellaneous trees and shrubs in the forest first, take care of the forest, and then reclaim the wasteland over there.

If all the water sources will be drawn from the river over there in the future, it is necessary to choose a suitable place to build a dam on that river and build a dam to store water. In case of a drought year, it will not affect the planting.

Village head Zhao nodded one by one, indicating that they heard everything.

So, after returning to Wanshan Castle, they began to prepare for land reclamation again.

Still as before, the villagers who sign up to work are recorded in the register and paid monthly.

Although these fields will be distributed to each household for free in the end, land reclamation is hard work after all, not everyone is suitable for it, and naturally it cannot be done in vain.

The construction speed of the castle has also become faster. Once the stone and blue bricks are easily transported upwards, the height of the upwards is more than three times higher than before.

But after five or six days of not going up to see it, the height of the entire circle of city walls is already over four meters.

At this rate, it will be completed in at most two months.

At that time, building some solid turrets, towers, watchtowers, arrow stacks, etc. on the city wall will be truly impenetrable.

The most troublesome weapon problem in Wanshanbao has been solved well with the help of the four tribes.

Although pig iron, iron powder, and other iron products are controlled items, several major tribes have existed for so many years, so they naturally have their own channels to obtain these items.

Otherwise, where did the weapons, tools, and farm implements in their hands come from?

Through them, Wanshanbao also connected with those people, and they can obtain pig iron and iron powder, so they don't have to worry about making various utensils in the future.

Surviving in this southwest corner is easy, but not easy. Mu Qingli just wants to leave a stronger and more stable home for Xiao Ya'er and Xiao Luan.

One day, when Mu Qingli and Mo Yunshen were building a city wall on the mountain, a villager ran up panting to invite them back to the village, saying that the chief of the Jiuli clan had come.

The other people who were working immediately stopped what they were doing when they heard the words, with fierce glints in their eyes.

"What? Those bastards again?"

"Shameless? Dare to come?"

"What are they doing here? They want to fight again!"

"Hmph, talking about fighting is too much to look down on them, I think they are itchy and come looking for a beating!"

Mu Qingli and Mo Yunshen were clear in their hearts.

Mo Yunshen smiled and said: "Everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient. On our territory, they can't do any tricks. Let's go back and have a look, everyone continue."

Everyone thought about it: what happened to the head of the Jiuli clan with the village chief and Qingli here? They talked about still doing the work in their own hands, but didn't take it to heart.

When Mu Qingli and Mo Yunshen returned to the village, the head of the Jiuli clan was secretly relieved when he saw them, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute with a smile: "Murder Mo Da, Mrs. Qingli!"

Waiting for them here, enjoying the cold, sharp eyes of everyone in Wanshanbao, there seemed to be a tight string in the air, as if it would break with a "Zeng!" at the slightest movement, breaking his nerves, He was already extremely unnatural, and when he finally saw Mu Qingli and the others come back, he was naturally greatly relieved.

"I don't know why the chief of the Jiuli clan came here?" Mo Yun asked lightly with a deep smile.

Mu Qingli's gaze was even worse, her eyes rolled around and looked at him, as if she would beat him up if she disagreed with him.

It would be strange for Mu Qingli and Mo Yunshen to look at him pleasingly. It is already very self-restraining not to order everyone to beat them up immediately.

The chief of the Jiuli clan himself was a little guilty. In the previous calculation, he first attacked the Qingteng Department, forcing Wanshanbao to rush to the rescue, set up an ambush on the road, and at the same time sent people to attack the headquarters of Wanshanbao. Originally, he thought that he would be able to hit Wanshanbao with one blow, and let them understand that the Jiuli people are not easy to mess with.

Not before, not now, and not in the future!

I don't want to, all the calculations are all in vain, this is not counted, as the young patriarch, his son was captured alive by the Ivy Department-thinking that a small Ivy Department dared to make so many demands Mad with anger.

What made him even more mad was that after a fight with the people from Wanshanbao, the wounded Jiuli warriors who returned home had no use for the golden sore medicine they had used before.

Not only did the wound not heal, but it became more and more serious.

Not to mention that Li Mo couldn't relieve it even after using countless medicines, and even invited many doctors from the back, but they were all helpless.

The people of the Jiuli people are now panicked and in chaos.

He can't just watch the warriors in his tribe die because of the ulceration of wounds, can he? After thinking about it, he had no choice but to go to Wanshanbao himself, take the medicine and ask for medicine.

If it had nothing to do with Wanshanbao, he wouldn't believe it even if he was killed.

The head of the Jiuli clan coughed in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Can the head of Mo Da take a moment to speak?"

Patriarch Jiuli suddenly understood in his heart that he was no match for these two at all! In other words, it is impossible for the Jiuli tribe to overwhelm Wanshanbao.

People only need to use a little trick, and there is nothing they can do!