Bring The System To Datang

Youzhou, Changze County, Xiaquan Village.

When he got up early in the morning, the stocking old man took his baby and watched sixteen goats gnawing on the tender grass that grew in spring.

Sixteen sheep are the greatest wealth of a family and count on Life.

If there are no other special circumstances, there will be more than 20 goats next year.

Including the sheep sold for salt and grain, then you can marry a daughter-in-law to Uncle, the old man's third son.

The old man decided to divide up half of the sheep and let the baby raise the rest. When the baby grows up, he will gather more sheep and say a better wife.

For the old man, there is a hope that the offspring will marry a daughter-in-law again.

Surviving from generation to generation, and catching up with which generation has a promising future, everyone is considered to be the best.

The little baby is looking for something to eat on the hillside next to it. There are small roots of garlic or large folic acid, which can be eaten beautifully.

To the northeast, there are large mountains.

Here are hills, as well as flats and depressions between mountains and mountains, with weathered sand and not completely weathered stones.

I used to drink water and go to the foot of the mountain to carry it, where there is water gathered from the mountain.

The river is not big, but very clear, and sometimes wild animals come to drink.

Now, there is a well in the village, and it is drilled in the village. The pressure well is connected with bamboo pipes that have been passed through. Tung oil and hemp are used.

The person who digs the well also taught how to repair it. It is very simple, but the pressure is low, and the deep water cannot be pumped.

Once there was a well, the villagers dig out some ground next to them and planted beans.

If you grow wheat, plowing is hard, and if you grow rice, there is not enough water.

Beans are easy to take care of. When the time comes, the bean seedlings can be fed to the sheep, and the beans can be exchanged for money.

Of course, the vegetables still need to be planted, and you can plant sorghum and millet in a few days, and you can eat them when you cook them.

There is a man-made canal that is two feet wide and one foot deep around the old man.

After the well was drilled, the villagers dug it out together. A layer of small stones was spread underneath, and the surrounding walls were high.

At this moment, there is water flowing in the canal. Obviously, which company is pressing the water, the canal will branch, and the place where the fork is reached is the puddle dug by each family.

If someone in the village wants to water the ground in his own home, he will kill the well, and the water will flow around, filling the pits of other people's homes.

The villagers take turns to take advantage and suffer a little loss. It doesn't matter.

People who came to dig the well didn't ask for money, but said that there would be a team coming over in the future, and they couldn't stop the water from being pressured.

The little baby seemed to have a good harvest, grabbing a large amount of dog tail acid and large folic acid in his hand, and ran over on the hillside.

"Big father, big father will eat for you, I have eaten." The little baby asked for credit and put the things on the old man's feet.

After shouting, he ran to the side of the canal, first washed his face and hands with water, and drank with water.

The old man squinted his eyes, as if he felt that this moment was all the happiness of life.

Then his squinted eyes widened again, and he stood up and looked into the distance. There were many people there, as well as horses, mules, and donkeys.

The speed of the team... faster than normal people.

"The old man above, is this Xiaquan Village?" The shouting voice echoed in the mountains.

The old man looked at himself and squinted at the team. He felt that the other party shouldn't be able to spot him.

But he was sure that the other party just called him.

He took a deep breath: "Yes~ where did you come from?"

"I am the county magistrate Quzhi, the county magistrate, call your village leader Guo Shou to find someone to work and grow ginger." Someone over there shouted back.

"Nobody, busy, so grow your own. Who will grow ginger for?" The old man refused directly.

Your magistrate is the magistrate, and you don’t expect you to eat or drink. Do you dare to take our rent? Nothing grows long in this broken place.

"Grow for Lijiazhuangzi."

"Which Li Family Zhuangzi?"

"Chang'an Bashui Lijiazhuangzi."

"Wait, someone, not busy~~~" The old man shouted, and gave the sheep-herding whip to the little baby, and walked quickly toward the village by himself.

He doesn't care how much his inconsistent answers will cause the county magistrate.

He walked back to the village quickly, and he shouted: "The people from Lijiazhuangzi in Bashui come here to grow ginger, ask someone for help, go quickly, come from family to family."

There are a total of 30 households in the village, all with the surname Guo. Hearing the old man shouting, they came out of the house one after another, and the people who pressed the water stopped.

"How do you grow ginger if you take something or not plan it." Someone greeted.

Everyone took a spade made of wooden boards and a shackle tied with a stone piece, and some of them simply took a wooden shovel with a short handle.

A man who was about the same age as the old man was holding a hen's wing in his hand: "Go, eat people's water, and work for them."

There is one person in the family, a total of thirty people, and they set off with tools.

The well was beaten in the name of Lijiazhuangzi. When they arrived in the county, they had also heard about Lijiazhuangzi.

There are even a few exchange vouchers for Lijiazhuangzi in hand, but I regret that it is too far away to see the face of Lijiazhuangzi's proprietor.

When a group of people rushed to the foot of the mountain, the team hadn't arrived yet.

Everyone chatted together, talking about why Lijiazhuangzi went so far to grow ginger.

Two quarters of an hour later, the front ‘troop’ arrived, and he reached out in his pocket and took out a few pieces of caramel wrapped in raw paper and stuffed them into the hands of the little baby.

"Thank you, I have a lot of ginger to grow. It costs 30 dollars a day for one person. Everyone works hard." The person who gave the children the candy said with a smile to the villager.

"Huh? Give money? No, no, no money. I'm idle when I'm idle." Murazheng Guo Shou hurriedly waved his hand and refused the money.

The other villagers nodded, no, although thirty yuan is tempting.

"If you don't need money, you can't do it. You have to plant for a few days. You don't have enough manpower, so you have another one with a hundred acres of land."

The people in Lijia village knew why, people from other villages who were looking for it along the way said they didn't need money.

They think that after drinking the well water, they should help.

"Then don't need money, just a few days." Guo Shou refused again.

"There are also watermelon seedlings to grow, thousands of acres, and I expect you to take care of them on weekdays and give them all the money. When you are thirsty, you can choose to eat them."

The people in Lijia Village proposed another crop.

Guo Shou didn't dare to refuse any more, the workload was too much, but he was figuring out whether he would give more money.

When you plant, you can earn 30 dollars a day, but you can’t take care of those, so I can give you six or seven dollars a day, which is more profitable than farming by myself.

I'll wait for the species, give five dollars a day to one person to help take care of it, and it will definitely be taken care of.

Regardless of whether the adult wants money, he peels off the sugar paper, first eats the glutinous rice paper wrapped in caramel, and then reluctant to chew the caramel in it.

After waiting for a while, the brigade arrived, including people from other villages in Changze County.

"I'm the county magistrate Quzhi." A man in his thirties came over, panting, and found his target, Muramasa Kuo Shou.

"It's Quming Mansion." Guo Shou only proved one sentence, nothing else.

In Xiaquan Village, he doesn't pay rent at all, and there is no rent to pay. In the area north of the Great Wall, he never counted on the county government to help.

That being the case, does your magistrate have anything to do with us?

Qu Zhi opened his mouth and nodded. Yes, I am the county magistrate. That... let the person from Lijiazhuangzi talk to you.

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