Youzhou, Changze County, Xiaquan Village.

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

Sixteen sheep are the greatest wealth of the family, counting on life.

Unless there are other special circumstances, there will be more than twenty goats by next year.

Including the sheep that were sold for salt and grain, and then they could marry a daughter-in-law to Wa'er's uncle, the third son of the old man.

The old man calculated it, divided half of the sheep, and let the baby raise the rest, and when the baby grows up, he will gather more sheep and say a better daughter-in-law.

For the old man, having offspring, and the offspring marrying a daughter-in-law is a hope.

Survive from generation to generation, catch up with which generation has a good future, and everyone can be regarded as surviving.

The little baby is looking for food on the hillside next to it, with a small garlic root, or large folic acid, which can be eaten beautifully.

A little further northeast, there are large mountain ranges.

There are hills, and there are flats and depressions between the mountains, with weathered sand and stones that have not been completely weathered.

I used to drink water and go to the foot of the mountain to carry it, where there was water that came down from the mountain.

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

Now, there is a well in the village, and the pressure well is connected by bamboo pipes, and tung oil and hemp are used.

The well digger also taught how to repair it, which is very simple, that is, the pressure is small, and the water cannot be pumped up if it is deep.

With the well, the villagers dug out some land and planted beans next to it.

If you plant wheat, you will have to plow the land, and if you grow rice, you will not have enough water.

The beans are easy to manage, and the bean seedlings can be fed to the sheep at that time, and the beans can be exchanged for money.

Of course, vegetables still have to be planted, and after a few days, sorghum and millet will be planted, and they will be able to eat after cooking.

There was an artificial canal two feet wide and one foot deep beside the old man.

It was dug out by the villagers after the well was dug together, and a layer of small stones was laid underneath, and the surrounding walls were high.

At this moment, there is water flowing in the canal, and it is obvious which one is pressurizing the water, and the canal will fork, and when it reaches the fork, there is a puddle dug by each family.

When someone in the village wants to water their own land, they will press the well, and the water will flow everywhere, and they will fill the pits of other people's houses.

The people in the village take turns to press, take advantage of a little advantage, suffer a little loss, it doesn't matter.

People who came to dig wells didn't ask for money, but they just said that there would be a team coming over in the future, and they couldn't stop and didn't allow water to be pressed.

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

"Father, Father will give you food, I have eaten it." The little baby generally put the things in his hand at the old man's feet.

After shouting, he ran to the ditch, first washed his face and hands with water, and then held water to drink.

The old man narrowed 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, where there were many people, horses, mules, and donkeys.

The speed at which the team is traveling...... Faster than normal people.

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

The old man looked at himself and squinted at the team, he felt that the other party should not be able to spot him.

But he was sure that the other party was calling him.

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

"I am the county commander Quzhi, the county commander, and I will call your village Zheng Guo Shou to find someone to work and plant ginger." Someone shouted back.

"No one, busy, you grow your own, who will plant ginger for?" The old man refused directly.

Your county order is the county order, and you don't expect you to eat and drink, you still dare to charge us rent? In this place, nothing grows.

"Plant for the Li family Zhuangzi."

"Which Li family Zhuangzi?"

"Chang'an Bashui Li Family Zhuangzi."

"Wait, someone, don't be busy~~~" After the old man shouted, he handed the whip of herding sheep to the little baby, and he walked briskly towards the village.

He didn't care how much his inconsistent answers would hurt the prefectural order.

Walking back to the village quickly, he shouted: "The people from the Li family Zhuangzi in Bashui came to plant ginger and find someone to help, go quickly, the family is out." ”

There were a total of 30 households in the village, all surnamed Guo, who heard the old man's shout, and came out of their homes one after another, and the people who pressed the water also stopped.

"Take things, how to grow ginger if you don't take things and plow the ground." Someone to say hello.

They had shovels made of wooden planks and pickaxes tied to stone chips, and some simply took wooden shovels with short handles.

A man about the same age as the old man was holding the wings of a hen in his hand: "Let's go, eat other people's water, and work for others." ”

There was one person in the family, thirty people in all, and they set out with tools.

The well was drilled in the name of the Li family Zhuangzi, and when they arrived in the county, they also heard about the Li family Zhuangzi.

There are even a few exchange coupons of the Li family Zhuangzi in his hand, but unfortunately he is too far away to see the face of the proprietor of the Li family Zhuangzi.

When the group arrived at the foot of the mountain, the team had not yet arrived.

Everyone gathered around and chatted, talking about why the Li family Zhuangzi ran so far to grow ginger.

Two quarters of an hour later, the 'troops' arrived, reached out and took out a few pieces of caramel wrapped in raw-edged paper from his pocket, and stuffed them into the little baby's hands.

"Thank you, thank you, there are a lot of ginger to plant, thirty dollars a day, everyone works hard." The person who gave the candy to the child said with a smile to the villagers.

"What? Give money? No need, no money, idle is idle. Muramasa Guo Shou hurriedly waved his hand and refused the money.

The other villagers were nodding, no, although thirty dollars was tempting.

"You don't need money, you have to plant for several days, you don't have enough manpower, and you have found someone else, a hundred acres of land."

The people in Li's village knew why, and the people from other villages along the way said they didn't want money.

They thought they had drunk the well water and should help.

"Then you don't need money, it's a matter of a few days." Guo Shou refused again.

"There are also watermelon seedlings to be planted, thousands of acres, I expect you to take care of them on weekdays, give money, and when they are ripe, you will choose the ones you eat when you are thirsty."

The people of Lijia Village proposed another crop.

Guo Shou didn't dare to refuse anymore, the workload was too much, but he was thinking about whether to give too much money.

When planting, it costs thirty dollars a day, and you can't use those to take care of it, so you give six or seven dollars a day, which is better than farming yourself.

Wait for the planting, one person will give five dollars a day to help take care of it, and it must be taken care of.

The little baby didn't care if the adults wanted money or not, he peeled off the candy wrapper, first ate the glutinous rice paper wrapped in starch sugar, and then was reluctant to chew the starch candy.

After waiting for a while, a large group of people arrived, including people from other villages in Changze County.

"I'm the county magistrate Quzhi." A man in his thirties came over, out of breath, and found his target, Muramasa Guo Shou.

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

He, Xiaquan Village, didn't pay rent at all, there was no rent to pay, and in the area north of the Great Wall, he didn't count on the county yamen to help.

In that case, does it matter to us whether you are a county magistrate or not?

Qu Zhi opened his mouth and nodded, yes, I'm the county order, that ...... Let the people of the Li family Zhuangzi talk to you.