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Zhao Ruhe was washing clothes, Niuniu was playing mobile games next to her, Jiang Feng brought a table from the house, began to write and draw, and planned the next planting plan.

"Brother, if this Shiziling is really contracted, there are more than 20 acres of land, how many people do we have to plant!" Zhao Mingcheng was a little bored and asked.

"You and me!"

Jiang Feng replied very simply: "Two people!"

"What, brother, you don't have a fever, just you and I have four hands, even if we work day and night, we can't plant so many fields!"

Zhao Mingcheng said: "I might as well go back to the county to work!"

Zhao Mingcheng usually does odd jobs in the county, relying on his bear-like body to give a feeling of strength and might, basically working as a security guard or guarding a warehouse in an Internet café.

However, every job he has been doing for a short time, his temperament is uncertain, his temper is a little short-tempered, and he can't even save much money if he doesn't agree with his boss.

Jiang Feng joined a large company after graduation, and his family became a little richer, and he once tried to use tens of thousands of yuan in his family to do business, but he lost so much that he vomited blood.

Nothing.

So this time, Jiang Feng didn't let him go back to the county, and directly left him at home to help directly farm.

Cultivating spiritual plants is a very troublesome thing.

He can't finish the work alone, and the matter of spiritual cultivation is very involved, and it is related to the food problem of cultivators, which will inevitably cause a lot of turmoil, and it must not be leaked before it is planted, and the only people who can make Jiang Feng trust it are the people in the family.

But Zhao Mingcheng didn't know the importance of the spiritual plants planted by Jiang Feng, he just felt that Jiang Feng was a little too much to go home to farm, and he was used to the life of the county town, and then lived a life facing the loess with his back to the sky, he was somewhat unwilling in his heart.

And now Jiang Feng actually said that let the two brothers plant more than 20 acres of land, and he was a little chilled when he heard it.

"I asked you to read more, but you just won't listen!"

Jiang Feng glanced at him: "Do you know what scientific planting is, the so-called scientific planting is to replace manpower with mechanical force, the machine turns over the land and harvests, one-stop service, the two of us, one hundred and dozens of acres of land is absolutely fine!"

"Machines?"

When Zhao Mingcheng heard this, he was stunned: "It's those cultivators and harvesters, I've seen them, and some people in the county have bought them, but they're very expensive!"

"Mingcheng is right, Shanwa, you have contracted land and buy machinery, how much does it cost?"

Zhao Ruhe said while washing clothes.

"I've calculated, if more than 20 acres of land in Shiziling are contracted, we should need to invest about 100,000 yuan in the early stage!" Jiang Feng is not an unprepared person.

He likes to plan in advance, and when he comes back, he has a plan in his heart, and he will do it with seventy or eighty percent certainty.

"Shanwa, you are a person who went to college, you are the most prosperous in the family, you must have a reason to come back to farm, I believe in you, I still have twenty or thirty thousand yuan here, or ......"

Zhao Ruhe is not a stupid girl, her husband clearly shows that there are women outside, and she has naturally hidden some private money in the past two years.

"No!"

Jiang Feng shook his head and said, "I still have this money!"

He still has about 400,000 left.

Enough upfront expenses.

As long as he can grow spiritual plants, he will have the capital to survive on the earth.

Several people chatted and chatted, and soon, Jiang Laifu came back from the village chief.

"Shanwa, Brother Da Shan has agreed to let you contract the fields of Shiziling, but I don't understand the contract for this contract price, you go to talk to him personally!"

Jiang Laifu sat down, took a sip of water, and said angrily.

"Go now?"

"Hmm!"

Jiang Laifu nodded and said: "Brother Dashan heard that you are going to contract the land, he was a little excited, there are very few people who come to contract the fields here in our country, and the young people have gone to work outside these years, and it is rare for someone to want to contract the cottage fields!"

The environment of Qingshanzhai is actually very good, and there were some outsiders who wanted to contract the land here or develop the reason for this, but there were two reasons to prevent it, so no one was willing to come.

First, there is no road here.

If you want to open to traffic and go directly to Qingshanzhai, you must at least build a 100-meter-wide bridge on the top of the Gyro River to enter and enter freely.

Second, Qingshan Village now has the inheritance belief of the knife family, which is very xenophobic, very wary of outsiders, and is not willing to let outsiders into the cottage.

Therefore, some people in other villages in Dahe Town have developed or built factories, but Qingshanzhai has always been self-contained.

"Then let's go, let's settle it early, and come back to finish eating!" Jiang Feng also wanted to settle things quickly.

"Uncle, uncle, I'll go too!"

Niu Niu jumped up.

"Good!"

Jiang Feng is the most patient person with children, he picked up Niuniu and walked outside, Jiang Laifu and Zhao Mingcheng naturally followed behind.

The village committee office of Qingshanzhai is located in the ancestral hall of the Zhao family.

The ancestral hall of the Zhao family is located in the center of Qingshan Village, and the ancestral hall enshrines a large knife and six mighty stone statues.

The broadsword is a symbol of the swordsman.

This represents the spirit of the Zhao family.

The six stone statues enshrined were the Zhao family swordsmen who were six armed with big knives and beheaded 300 little devils in a row, and finally died together with the headquarters of the little devils.

Among the swordsmen in western Henan, the Qingshan Zhao clan is also a banner.

The spirit of the swordsman has always been passed down.

"Uncle!"

Jiang Laifu was the first to walk into the ancestral hall, and he saw an old man in a long shirt playing Tai Chi in the front yard of the ancestral hall, and hurriedly saluted him respectfully.

"Laifu, is your dad okay?" asked the old man in a long shirt.

"It's still the same, he lives alone in the mountains, I haven't seen him for a few years, he doesn't want to see me, every month my daughter-in-law and Tuwa send him food!"

Jiang Laifu was a little bitter when he talked about this.

His father hated him since he was a child, and would rather move to the mountains to be a mountain keeper than let himself be filial to him.

"Laifu, don't blame Jiang for being blind, he actually has his own troubles!"

"How can there be a son who blames Lao Tzu, I just feel sorry for him who has a bad life on the mountain alone, his eyes are not good, he is lonely, and I don't know if he has eaten, let him go down the mountain and live with us, he is unwilling!"

Jiang Laifu is an honest man, his father raised him since he was a child, and he has always been grateful to his father and has no resentment.

"Don't worry about him, Jiang Blind can't die of hunger!"

The old man in the robe smiled. He glanced at Jiang Feng behind him: "This is Shanwa, I haven't seen the old man for a few years, and the longer I go, the more energetic I become!"

He is no stranger to this Qingshanzhai No. 1 champion, this is the child he watched grow up, he used to be gentle, but now he always feels that Jiang Feng seems to have a strange artistic conception.

Is it delusional?

The old man in the long shirt muttered a little in his heart.

"Grandpa Seven!"

Jiang Feng hurriedly saluted the old man in a long robe.

He didn't expect that he would actually be able to see a serious cultivator of eight hundred in Qingshan Village.

This old man in a long robe should have seen the second cultivator after this earth.

Jiang Feng's memory knew who he was.

Zhao Changhe.

It is said that he was the last swordsman in Qingshanzhai.

The swordsman is actually a product of the Republic of China.

Since the liberation, the swordsman has basically disappeared, and later those so-called swordsmen who practice swordsmen are not real swordsmen, and the real swordsmen are all from the Republic of China.

Under Jiang Feng's keen sense, he felt that Zhao Changhe's cultivation was extraordinary, similar to the old man in Tang costume he saw on the plane, and it should be between the Great Perfection of Qi Cultivation and the Foundation Building Realm.

But he felt that something was wrong with his breath.

He and the old man in Tang costume on the plane had the same aura of cultivation.

However, the method of cultivating immortals is very different.

Perhaps there is a big difference between the cultivation method of this world and his cultivation method.

"Shanwa, it's good to come back, remember to come to see Grandpa Seven often!"

Although Zhao Changhe looks like he is only in his early sixties, he is already in his nineties this year, and he is the most senior and respected person in Qingshanzhai, but his body is very strong, and his blood is like that of a sixty-year-old man.

He was a little happy to see Jiang Feng's family, but what he paid special attention to was not Jiang Feng, but Zhao Mingcheng: "Tuwa, come here!"

"Grandpa Seven!"

When Zhao Mingcheng saw him, he was like a kitten with teeth and claws meeting a real tiger, and he was very obedient.

Zhao Mingcheng is half of Zhao Changhe's apprentice.

However, modern materialism is inflated, science and technology are developing, ancient martial arts are deserted, and basically no one practices martial arts, Zhao Mingcheng practiced sword techniques for a few years when he was a child, and now he basically does not practice martial arts.

"I heard you're in trouble again?"

Zhao Changhe's body is very tall, almost as tall as Zhao Mingcheng, where he stands, it is like a big mountain, with a high momentum, although he is old, he is quite heroic.

"Seventh Grandpa, I didn't get into trouble!"

Zhao Mingcheng whispered.

"Don't bully you, Seventh Grandpa is old, I'm not deaf, there's something going on in which household in Qingshan Village, can I still not know?"

Zhao Changhe's voice was as loud as thunder: "How many times have I told you, you have a bad temper, you must restrain your temper when doing things, and don't go around causing trouble!"

"Seventh Grandpa, I didn't cause trouble, he provoked me!"

"You idiot, if he provokes you, you won't quietly find a dark and windy night and give him a hammer, isn't it over, you still hurt people in your face, I don't know this is a legal society!"

Zhao Changhe's righteous and awe-inspiring words made Jiang Feng's family a little speechless.

Jiang Feng immediately understood, this was probably also a lawless lord.

In fact, it's right to think about it, coming down from the chaotic era of the Republic of China, all the way through ups and downs, this is still a person who practices martial arts, how can he be the kind of person who is obedient.

"I see, Seventh Grandpa!"

Zhao Mingcheng nodded hurriedly and said.

"Dad, how many times have I told you, this is modern, don't teach Tuwa the concept of your swordsmen, and think he is not enough to cause trouble!"

At this time, a fifty-year-old man walked out of the ancestral hall, and his boxy face showed a smile: "Laifu, Shanwa, come in!"

This is Zhao Changhe's son, the village party secretary and concurrently the village head of Qingshanzhai, Zhao Dashan.