Little Life on An American Ranch

When Jian Heng entered the space, the first thing that caught his eye was a clay table outside the barrier. Jian Heng had seen the table before, so he didn't think there was any surprise. There were many tributes on the table. Jian Heng knew that these Tributes are for themselves.

If Jian Heng didn't take it away, the coolies in the space would replace the original things with new tributes next time.

Unfortunately, it is impossible for Jian Heng to come in every day to get fresh vegetables and fruits. The first is that I can’t eat so much at home, and the second is because it is difficult to explain the origin of these vegetables.

Therefore, most of these tributes will be replaced by fresher batches after a few days. Don't talk about waste, Jian Heng feels that he is a waste, whether he can take it or not is one thing, but whether the little coolies in the space give it to him is another matter.

Jian Heng is a little dissatisfied with the things on the table now. Because these things are either radishes or sweet potatoes, there are almost no green things that can be seen.

As far as the appearance is concerned, it is not as good as the things produced in the greenhouse on the ranch.

He looked up and looked around. Everything in the space has changed a lot since I left.

It was originally just empty villages and fields. Now there are quite a few forests, a large area of ​​fruit trees, and besides the fruit trees, there are also large areas of bamboo forests, which look quite idyllic from a distance.

From Jian Heng's observation, it seems that it is early spring in the space. Tender shoots have begun to emerge from the bare fruit trees. The grass on the ground also began to turn thick green.

Now Jian Heng understood why there were only those sweet potatoes and radishes on the tribute table. It turned out that spring had just started here. In the era without glass and plastic film, it is naturally impossible to have any greenhouses, so these people either rely on meat or sweet potatoes and cabbage to survive the winter. To be honest, some supply is good, Jian Heng really Shouldn't ask for too much.

So in winter, the tribute is a little simpler, which is also understandable for Jian Heng.

What makes Jian Heng even more strange is that there used to be only one village, but now there are three.

There are still three distinct.

Every village has a different flag hanging above it. Although it is a bit crude, it can also express its own meaning.

The village closest to Jian Heng, which was the original first village, still has buildings sealed with wood and bones, and a flag hangs on the top of the tallest building in the village. The flag is a white pumpkin drawn on a black background. Because it is a black bottom, it makes the white melon look particularly bright.

Surrounding the village is a stable with horses and cows, which seem to be well taken care of.

As soon as Jian Heng saw this sign, he understood that the village closest to him should be Baigua Village led by Jack.

The Baigua clan is the same as before, except that the mud on the wall is thicker, and the village seems to have more houses, nothing too special.

On the right hand side of Baigua Village, about a mile away, there is a smaller village. The village is hung with a black bird banner on a white background. Seeing the banner of Jian Hengming, this village is his own Black Bird Village, and the main members of the village are mainly black villages.

From observation, the architecture of this village is simpler. It is a bit too much to say that it is a building, it is almost a shack. It can be seen that the architectural standards of black people are not very high. And Baigua Village doesn't seem to have any interest in helping them build any good houses.

Near the village, there are farmlands and animal pens, but they all look abandoned. The cattle and horses are not fat, and the fields are not green. I really don’t know what to say.

The furthest from here, needless to say, is the Thunder Blade clan village drawn by Jian Heng. That is to say, a village composed entirely of Chinese people.

The whole village also has animal pens and fields, but the fields are the main ones. Green seedlings have sprouted from all the fields, and it seems that the wheat has broken through the ground.

Jian Heng couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw the Thunder Blade clan's village.

Because Jian Heng never imagined that in his eyes, a group of rich second-generation gangsters with nothing to do would actually build a house, and they built it in a decent way, which obviously surpassed the other two villages.

The mud has been made into square adobes, which still look like they have been burned. Although the house is a little shorter, it has a faint civilized appearance.

It never occurred to them that they could still serve the fields. Looking around, there were still people busy in the fields with a plow pulled by two oxen.

Seeing such a situation, Jian Heng thought to himself: Is it true that the talent of the farming nation has entered the bone marrow of our Chinese people? Otherwise, how can we explain that a bunch of bastards can actually build decent houses? Plow the fields?

Just when Jian Heng was thinking wildly, he had already stepped out of the barrier he set up.

"Great master, are you here?"

A sudden voice startled Jian Heng, and when he came back to his senses, he saw a smiling white man looking at him with his head bowed and shoulders flattering.

"You speak Chinese well?" Jian Heng smiled and praised.

Hearing Jian Heng's praise, this man's face immediately bloomed like a flower: "You praise me, I just learned a little fur, not the best one in the village, but it's still a good one. Work hard...".

This person not only learned Chinese, but also a little bit of Chinese culture's modesty, but unfortunately, he was still furry. After being praised, he immediately became a little bit cocky, and began to praise himself in a disguised form.

Jian Heng was not in the mood to talk nonsense with him, so he directly interrupted his boasting: "Take me to Jack!"

"OK!"

This guy immediately closed his mouth, turned his body sideways, bowed down and stretched out his hand, guiding Jian Heng towards the village.

While walking, Jian Heng looked around, and then asked: "Didn't you live in one village, why are you divided into three groups now?"

"The great master..."

"Okay, just talk, don't bring so many heads up" Jian Heng couldn't listen anymore, the level of this flatterer is really not that good.

"Yes, we all lived together at the beginning, but soon we had conflicts. Our White Melon Clan can graze and breed cattle and horses for the owner, and the Thunder Blade Clan is responsible for planting, but the Blackbird Clan can do nothing. They didn't do well, and as the food became more and more abundant, they began to become more and more lazy, and in the end they were even so bad that they didn't even want to make offerings from the Lord's people, so the other two major clans didn't want to fight with theirs. together...".

After hearing this man's words, Jian Heng understood that as more and more wasteland was opened up, Thunder Blade's planting talent was released, and there were cattle and horses and a Quyuan plow, so farming would naturally be no problem. The land is so big, no matter how hard it is to dig out food.

Not only is life better, but it is getting better and better. There is more and more surplus, and the wine making and pottery are still decent.

The White Melon Clan is not as good as the Thunder Blade Clan in terms of farming, but there is another way in grazing, and they are not lazy. They grow a little land by themselves, and the grazing can maintain their own food and clothing. From time to time, they can exchange some with the Thunder Blade Clan Special food, a little wine and the like, and the small life is pretty good.

But as for the Black Bird people, it depends on the harvest of the sky if they plant a little bit of land. As long as they are fed and fed, they will not work. It was not too obvious when there were people controlling them before. After the collar, I became more and more lazy, and I was still lazy in a collective way from the collar to the bottom.

A few hard-working ones couldn't stay any longer, and later either ran away to Baigua or went to Thunder Blade. Anyway, no one wants to live in Blackbird Village.

Such people are naturally not liked by the other two clans. Later, the conflict became more and more serious, and Jian Heng's side was not there and no one was adjudicating, so the three clans discussed and separated.

When Jian Heng heard this shit, he still didn’t understand it. This is when the society in the space has reached material abundance. The big pot of rice in the past is no longer welcome. Everyone has started to subcontract to households. Those who don’t like labor Then eat almost, and those who love to work can eat better.

From Jian Heng's point of view, this is no problem at all. As for lazy people, they should be hungry. After a long time of starvation, they will naturally become diligent.

With Jian Heng's arrival, the whole space immediately became lively, and three teams poured out from the three villages, rushing towards Jian Heng.

Jian Heng was introduced to Baigua Village all the way, and he didn't enter the temple that Jack prepared for him. Let alone that thing, Jian Heng felt a little disturbing to see it.

It was directly on the neutral empty field in the village. After Jian Heng stood still, someone brought Jian Heng a simple chair and a pot of water at the same time. It was really a pot, a clay pot! These people have not yet thought of how to build a more closed kiln so that the temperature in the kiln is higher for making porcelain.

Jian Heng is naturally not interested in drinking water, but just sits firmly on the chair, waiting for the leaders of the three clans he founded to come over.

Soon Jack appeared in front of Jian Heng, followed by the approaching Black Bird, and finally Thunder Blade.

"Master, I want to sue their two clans!"

What Jian Heng didn't expect was that the first one to jump out was the leader of the Blackbird clan, a very strong black man.

Although he is a black man, he still speaks fluent Chinese, well-spoken mandarin, standard mandarin that can make Zha Zhahui feel ashamed.

"These two clans seduced women from our clan! Now there are only six women left in our clan..." the leader of the Blackbird clan said angrily.

Where did Jian Heng think that he would encounter such a shitty thing when he came here, and that women have become wealth now?

But when I think about it, I understand that only women can have children, and only children can have labor force. More labor means more wealth. In the original space, there were more men than women, but now they are seduced by two wealthy villages. , then the women of the Black Bird Clan whose life was not as good as the two clans naturally ran away.

"Troubleshooting!" Jian Heng thought to himself.

"I'm not interested in caring about the conflict between you, I just want to ask, how is the task I gave you going?" Jian Heng said coldly.

Do you want to speak without working? What kind of reason is this? Jian Heng directly told the strong man to shut up, and asked about the things he had arranged.

Hearing what Jian Heng said, the Thunder Blade clan quickly took out several jars of seeds, and the Baigua clan brought two good horses and two strong cows. As for the Blackbird clan, there is nothing! ...

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