As the saying goes, 1929 doesn't shoot, 3949 walks on the ice, 5969 looks at the willows, 79 rivers open, ** geese come, 99 plus 19, ploughing cattle everywhere.

Now that the forty-ninth has arrived, will the five-nine-six-nine be far away?

It's just that since that heavy snowfall, there has never been snow or rain in this old man, which makes Wu Zheng a little worried about whether it will be a spring drought next year.

No matter how to make some preparations in advance, it is not wrong, so Wu Zheng, who has been idle for a while, is about to start tossing again.

There is a river under the mountain, there will be a spring on the mountain, there is a river behind the Shenmu Mountain that goes around the mountain and finally pours into the Jialing River, if that person's words are right, then there must be a mountain spring on this Shenmu Mountain.

What Wu Zheng has to do now is to ask someone to find out all these mountain springs, and then dig a pond in front of the spring, and store the spring water while there is still water in the spring, so as not to let them be wasted in the river, so that when the drought is really dry, he will not be left without water.

In fact, judging from the fact that Shenmu Village stands on the top of the mountain, it is impossible for this Shenmu Mountain to lack spring water, otherwise it will become a problem for a village of people to draft water?

When someone told Wu Zheng this, Wu Zheng couldn't help but feel a blush.

However, he was not the only one who blushed, for almost all of them blushed, for there were three springs around the stockade and they were abundant, but before this time no one had thought of using them to water the fields.

Therefore, the matter of finding the spring has almost ended from the moment Wu Zheng proposed it, because as long as everyone places the three mountain springs near the village, although they are far and near, they will all meet in a col in the north of the village without exception, and as long as everyone blocks the exit of the col with mud and stones, it will not be long before it will become a large pond covering an area of dozens of acres.

Then dig a canal to direct the water to the east and south slopes suitable for farming, as for the west slope and the north slope, there are thousands of cliffs, but on top of these cliffs there are hundreds of acres of gentle slopes, as long as a little tidying up can become a dry land, the reason why it is dry land is because the terrain is higher than the pond, but Wu Zheng has already thought that the place will be used to grow sweet potatoes after the whole out.

Sweet potatoes have to be kept secret in the early stage, at least before Xia Lao's two thousand taels of silver are earned, it is not suitable to be public, so it is suitable to plant on the cliff on the north slope, and you have to pass through the village in and out of Narao, and then you will raise a few vicious dogs, if anyone dares to steal your sweet potatoes in the future, the dog will not bite him.

After the New Year, although the air is still the same cold, the entire team of Shenmu Village has been dry.

The ordinary hoe on the mountain is not easy to dig, so Wu Zheng asked Yang Er to get a pickaxe.

Although Yang Er has not yet burned the steel that satisfies him, the recently burned piece of steel is almost the same as the 100 steels handed down by his ancestors according to Yang Er himself, and it can definitely be sold as 100 steels in the market, and ordinary people can't see it.

Wu Zheng couldn't help but be happy when he heard it, and he couldn't help but ask, how much profit can be made?

As a result, Yang stretched out ten fingers, and then turned his palm over twice as if he didn't feel enough, and then said with a crazy face: "At least thirty times, if you cast a sword, the profit will definitely be more than a hundred times." Because as long as this kind of steel is burned, the sword blank can be used after pouring the sword blank into the mold, and the cast sword can come in batches, and there is no need to temper it at all, which greatly saves time and cost.

The young master wants the old slave to forge a batch of swords? ”

Looking at Yang Er's thiefy appearance, this old man's face is thick enough, he actually entered the role faster than himself, and he hasn't agreed to take him as a slave yet! This old man himself now actually thinks of himself as an old servant, and it seems that this old man is determined to take possession of this steel-filled method.

Seeing Yang Er's appearance of flattering an old face really made Wu Zheng feel a little disgusted, so he took a step back and said: "Uncle Yang, we make steel to improve farm tools, not to make swords and swords, this Uncle Yang, you must remember." ”

Yang Er smiled and said: "The old slave who understands clearly understands that this private possession of armor is a big crime, but young master, you are originally a military attaché and it is no problem to do a little sword defense, as long as you don't take it out and sell it." ”

"Is there a law?"

"How can you be wrong about the old slaves who have been forging swords for generations?"

Yang Er saw him looking at him with ill intentions, and couldn't help but wonder: "Young master, is there anything wrong with the old slave's words?" ”

Wu Zheng smiled: "Casting swords for a living? Uncle Yang, it looks like you're not old! If you want to cast a sword, you can also cast a scythe and a wood knife, but this sword is ...... Uncle Yang: Honestly, what did you do when you were young? You must know that this ordinary blacksmith can't forge a sword, at least I haven't seen a blacksmith shop in Yuzhou City who dares to sell weapons. ”

"This ......" Yang Er hesitated, but he struggled, anyway, the expression on his face changed several times like a Sichuan opera face, looking at his final appearance, if it wasn't for the fear that he would not be able to escape down the mountain after killing Wu Zheng, he really wanted to kill Wu Zheng and kill him.

"Alas...... Since you have already guessed it, young master, the old slave will not hide it from you, the old slave's original name was Yang Jiye, and the old slave family was a master of the weapons prison for generations before the Jingzhao year, if it weren't for Shangguan peeping at my Yang family's hundred steel, the old slave would not have fled all the way to this remote Shu land because of killing the official, and the most falling one would end up in the grass. ”

Wu Zheng smiled: "Then wouldn't I be much more generous than you, do you think!" People want your family's 100 steel, and you even dare to kill Shangguan, this killing of officials is a rebellion! That is, in order not to give people a hundred steel, you dare to make it, but I am different, and the method of filling steel I give you is almost for nothing! ”

Hearing this, Yang Er's embarrassed old face turned red, and then knelt on Lin with a puff, and then slammed his head on Wu Zheng's feet.

Seeing a head smashed in front of his feet, Wu Zheng was startled, and couldn't help bending down to look at the old man's forehead, and found that there was no bleeding, so he stood up again with peace of mind.

Wu Zheng can't be angry! This old man took his own method of filling steel in vain, and finally his conscience found out at this time, if he didn't let him vent his shame and hold it in his heart, what if he got sick?

So Wu Zheng, who was standing in front of Yang Er, was not embarrassed at all, only to see him say calmly: "Uncle Yang, what are you doing!" Can you get up and talk? If others see this, they will think that I am bullying you! That's not good. ”

"The young master and the old slave swear by all the ancestors and ancestors of the Yang family, and the descendants of all generations will support the young master, if this oath is violated, my descendants of the Yang family will never have any incense."

"Alright! All right! Didn't you already do it all last time? Hurry up, if your son sees your snot and tears, he won't beat me to death. ”

"Young Master, did you agree?"

Wu Zheng said with a smile: "I'm not interested in striking iron, the method of filling steel will only be dusty if it falls into my hands, and it will be used to your Uncle Yang's hands, so if you like it, you can take it!" ”

With a bang, Yang Er kowtowed to Wu Zheng again, then buried his head on the ground and said deeply: "Thank you, young master." ”

Then Yang Er raised his head and looked at Wu Zheng and said, "The rebel son is not going to kneel down and salute the young master." 166 Reading Network