The Reborn Lady is Farming

Mu Yangling nodded, "That's the truth," Mu Yangling smiled, "but you don't have to worry, it's okay to be known, this place is different from the Hu people, as long as you don't occupy land for farming and build houses, it doesn't count. illegal."

"Actually, I'm not worried about the people on our side, but the barbarians on the other side of the Jin Kingdom. This place is close to their territory, and there are not many soldiers stationed there. If they come to steal or dig grass, we will be in danger. "

   Zhang Wu and Zhang Liu opened their mouths wide, they didn't think about it.

   "Little General's racecourse is right next door..." Zhang Liu immediately said confidently.

   "That's why small thieves generally don't dare to come. If they want to come, they're big thieves."

   Zhang Wu and Zhang Liu looked at Mu Yangling eagerly.

"Now they are building a barracks in Xiashuling, but I don't know how many people will be stationed there. If there are too many people, the Jinbing will have some scruples, but you should be vigilant at ordinary times. life matters."

   Zhang Wu and Zhang Liu should go down.

   The next morning, Zhang Liu drove a mule cart home to pick up Xiuhong.

   Mu Yangling and Zhang Wu stayed in the cattle farm to supervise, and the old woman who came to cook washed rice and cooked porridge under the command of Mu Yangling.

  The porridge is made by mixing corn kernels and rice. Seventy percent of the corn kernels are boiled first, and then the rice is added to continue to boil. It is almost done for two quarters of an hour.

   Thick and thick porridge, the old women in charge of the meals not only swallowed.

   Mu Yangling frowned, scooped out the porridge and ground it, and even squeezed a corn kernel into his mouth to chew.

  The old ladies were a little nervous when they saw it, "Miss, we cooked according to your measurements, and we didn't cook too much."

  Others nodded, thinking that Mu Yangling was concerned that the porridge was too thick and wasting food.

   Mu Yangling said, "The corn kernels are still not soft enough. Next time, cook them for more time. Most of us here are the elderly and children."

  Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and agreed.

   A total of 20 pots cooked porridge, and the person in charge of the food would be responsible for serving the porridge for everyone, so they were half full in the kitchen. Maybe Mu Yangling was in the kitchen, so they didn’t dare to open their stomachs to eat.

The aroma of the porridge wafted out, and all the old people and children who were escorted came around. Zhang Wu picked up a gong and drum and banged, shouting: "Queue up, all line up for me, take your own rice bowl, and don't allow to cut the queue. Don't make noise."

It was still dark at this time, only a little light in the east, everyone rushed forward anxiously when they saw the twenty steaming pots. Still stand up consciously.

  A three-year-old child was squeezed out from the side and fell to the ground, looking up and looking around in a dazed way.

   His brother hurriedly pulled him up and wanted to put him in front of him, but who knew he was pushed by the person behind him, and he was also pushed out.

   Now both brothers want to cry.

This scene all fell into Mu Yangling's eyes, her eyes were cold, she looked coldly at the noisy people below and shouted: "All line up for me, whoever squeezes people out or makes noise, no one will be today. Stop having breakfast!"

Mu Yangling's voice was so loud that everyone in the room heard it, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and slowly, everyone stood back slightly, Mu Yangling said coldly: "Forget it this morning, but from noon , all according to my age, the youngest stands in the front, the older stands in the middle, and the old stands last."

Mu Yangling glared at the old people with anger and said, "I know you are old fried dough sticks, but you remember it for me, here, I have the final say, if anyone is unconvinced, they can turn around and leave! I am here, six Children under the age of 2 are the most important, and if I see you crowding out the children, I will throw you out."

   Although the old man who was yelled had an ugly face, he did not dare to refute it. Now the food was served by the uncle, although the old people present felt that Mu Yangling was uneducated and did not respect the old man at all.

However, Mu Yangling was about to be mad. The reason why she was willing to accept these old people was that firstly, she felt sorry for their old age, secondly, they had a lot of energy, and thirdly, they had so much energy, in other words, they left. There's more road traveled than we've ever eaten, but what's up with this group of old people?

   Yesterday he came to give her a smack, but today he came to bully the child?

Mu Yangling stood on the market with a cold face, watching people scooping porridge for them, a spoonful of porridge plus some side dishes, a few children watched eagerly, and ran out as soon as they scooped up the porridge, an old grandmother hurriedly shouted: "The child is back, and the side dishes haven't been ordered yet."

   The mixed vegetables made for them were sauerkraut bought by Mu Yangling. Although the consumption of 3,000 people was large, because the price was cheap, in front of so much food, this consumption was not worth mentioning.

   A few children ran back together again, took the side dishes and ran out, and then gathered together to eat, looking around on alert while eating, for fear that someone would rob them of their belongings.

   Mu Yangling kept walking in the field, just to prevent someone from grabbing food.

   But she can't stay here every day to stop this kind of thing, so she still has to ask Qi Haoran to send a team of soldiers over, and the soldiers will maintain order and suppress them, so that she can feel more at ease.

   In the past two days, Mu Yangling also saw clearly that not every old man is as cute as his uncle and the others, especially these old people who have escaped hardship and have experienced life and death.

   And almost all her children here are under the age of twelve.

That's right, she said that she would be in charge of children under the age of twelve. As a result, Fan Zijin sent almost all the children under the age of twelve, and there were only 378 children over the age of twelve. Mu Yangling looked at it carefully last night. After going through the roster, some children of the age were caught in the middle, and she only saw that the youngest was only two years and three months old. Well, she couldn't even speak completely, but it was no problem to run around.

   Mu Yangling felt that he was not recruiting, but opening a kindergarten. The most important thing was that Mu Yangling felt guilty when he thought of instructing these child laborers to work later.

   Looking at the child who has only reached his thigh, Mu Yangling sighed, forget it, just play with the child.

   Mu Yangling squatted down, met those timid eyes, and asked, "Child, how old are you?" Mu Yangling really couldn't tell if he was a boy or a girl.

  The child looked at her nervously and grabbed the porcelain bowl in his hand.

Mu Yangling touched his head, and a seven or eight-year-old child ran over, looking at Mu Yangling in a panic, protecting the child behind him, and stammering: "I, my brother three Years old."

   Mu Yangling looked at the child and asked in a low voice, "Is it really three years old?"

Mu Yangling's voice was a little low, maybe that's why it was more majestic, the seven or eight-year-old child's eyes were slightly red, and he lowered his head and said: "One year and eight months, but the virtual age is three years old, the owner, he can also work. Now, really, he can hold a lot of pasture."

   Mu Yangling sighed and asked, "Where are your parents?"

  The boy was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "Dead. When he was fleeing, he was beaten to death by grabbing food with others."