Ao Bao just finished speaking, "We have extended the time of clearing the wasteland from the original four hours to six hours. I don't believe it, we're still going to lose? , the underground shouted: "I won't lose, I won't lose!" ”

Ji Da and his two dog friends, Wu Er and Yi San, also lived in the monolithic barracks, and were forced to familiarize themselves with the daily work of military reclamation. After opening the pledge meeting, the way to open up the wasteland is even more difficult. I have to get up at two o'clock. At the end of the day, the war drums of the Chinese army sounded, and Ji Da was forced to face the rising sun and stand in the square for the first, second, and third roll calls. Whoever is a little slower will have a long jingling staff on their buttocks. After counting, carry farm tools and drive to the wilderness, and go to the designated area to open up the wasteland. Noon. The gong that people had been waiting for for a long time sounded just now. One by one, they dared to put down their farm tools one after another, and surrounded them according to the situation. The commander brought food from the head of the brigade and ate it on the spot. After eating and resting, the drums sounded on time at two o'clock in the afternoon, and Ji Da and the others had to follow Shi Chang Dingdong again, came to the field, waved their heads, and dug up the damn ground. After three hours of blasting under the scorching sun, Ji Da, who was already exhausted and insisted on instinct, finally heard the sound of a fairy-like gong. He was always the first to drag his head to the field, spread it out in the ground, and wait for dinner.

While they were having dinner at each other, the commanders of the divisions, brigades, and centurions were busy measuring the fields cultivated with the doctors, and were busy counting the results. Meal. After completing the day's task, Shi Chang happily led the tired sergeant back to the camp and finished the day's work. The unfinished Shi will be led by the dejected Shi Chang to walk into the reclamation like a lost dog, and only after raising farm tools to make up for the lack of acres of land can he return to the camp. 戌時. The barracks gong sounded, and everyone fell asleep. Ji Dawei adapted to this kind of life, and with two sworn friends, he had already suffered a wooden cane six times. Dingdong, this stinky boy, he doesn't deserve to and Lao Tzu? Today, it's crawling on Lao Tzu's head. Bah! Don't you see that there are 500 sergeants, give you this dog day to support? Fuck early! Ji Da didn't want to think about it anymore, turned over, closed his eyes and slept. The first ten days passed, and although he completed the number of wasteland with Ao Bao's will, after reading the statistics, he casually lit the third Songming, so that the room was brighter. As soon as he pushed the bamboo slips on the case, he scolded the division and brigade commanders who were seated: "Ten days." Hmph, although it took 6,000 people to open 14,200 acres in ten days? But every day, half of the ten-person team has to work at night, and there are not enough of them? If this continues, I worry about the next ten days. What to do if the sergeant is tired? No way. All come up with ideas! The people down there grunted. A bold brigade commander opened his mouth: "Ao Shuai! We've been desperate. But, this has been a barren beach for many years? The grass is too difficult to turn over. If you don't have these grass roots, tree roots, it's easy. Ao Bao twisted his sword eyebrows, looked at the brigade commander and said, "I know." It's just difficult, do I want everyone to think of ideas? The dwarf division marshal Pang Chengshu suddenly interjected: "Leopard handsome! The commander of our division's Wei Ju Brigade never asked his subordinates to make up for the work, and every day the whole brigade completed the number of wasteland cleared every day on time, and unlike other brigades, the sergeants were tired and half dead. As soon as Ao Bao heard this, he used his eyes to find Wei Ju who seemed to be asleep in the far corner of the room, and Yang raised his voice and shouted happily: "Wei Ju! Tell me how you did it! ”

This shout shocked Wei Ju, who was in a daze, and habitually jumped up and replied, "Here!" Ao Shuai! "Then there is a standing upright. Let the officers burst into laughter. After Ao Bao smiled, he pointed at Wei Ju and said, "It's okay." You sit down and speak! I'm looking for you for advice! Your commander said that your brigade never makes up work. Tell me how you did it. Let everyone learn! ”

Wei Ju was a little embarrassed, and twisted it for a long time before he spoke: "It's nothing." When I was a soldier, as soon as I got home, I was dragged by my father to clear the wasteland. My father taught me how to open up the wasteland so that I could save effort, but I didn't expect to use it here. In fact, it is very simple to open up wasteland, and the most difficult thing is to cut the grass and cut the trees. Although the big trees were cut down and the tree pockets were dug up, the small trees were more harmful. I sent a team of 100 people to cut down the firewall around the area to be dug the next day. When the night is over, the fire is lit, and then the team keeps vigil. After daybreak, the fire was burned out, and the earth was loosened. If you dig the soil while it's hot, it's much neater. This burning must be done on time, and it must be burned when it is cultivated. It's early, and it's cold. It's late, and the smoke is smoky. Also, divide each into two groups. A group of people specialize in digging roots, and a group of people specialize in turning the soil, and the work efficiency is faster. And the hundreds, who kept vigil and burned the wasteland, gave them the best land to dig, and let them go home when they had finished digging. They can dig half of it by the light of the fire at night, and they can finish digging after lunch, which is easier than the team that does not burn the wasteland, so they all rush to be the burning team. I arranged for the first team of the day to burn the wasteland that night. In this way, there is no need to make up work. "Good!" Ao Bao was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately adopted it, and ordered: "Tomorrow, all brigades will be reclaimed according to the law of Wei Ju." Second, Wei Ju sent a person to each brigade to instruct. Three days later, I asked for no that even to make up the work. Meeting! "Marshal Zhao Yang of the Second Army was a little annoyed. Annoyed and annoyed, he wandered around, looking at the slaves working on the deserted beach, and at the nobles and centurions who commanded the slaves. But the more he looked at it, the more annoyed he became. Annoying what? Annoyed with the sword at his waist, is he about to die? Annoyed that he made a bet with Ao Leopard, and saw that he had won three bets and two wins, but in the second bet, he was suddenly turned over by Ao Leopard? Damn Ao Leopard, count yourself ruthless! Lao Tzu did not hesitate to drag meat from his home and reward it to the slaves to eat, and finally dug up 1,200 acres a day! But you Ao Leopard surpassed Lao Tzu at a speed of 1,420 acres a day.

If the 600 nobles under his command can also open up two shares of land per capita, they can increase 120 acres, and then think of raising the per capita land reclamation of slaves to 2 or 8, that is, 1,400 acres. But as soon as he thought of this, Zhao Yang looked at the slaves in the field, and suddenly felt a little envious of Ao Leopard in his heart. These slaves of their own, who had to kneel down when they saw the nobles yesterday, are working with the nobles today, what a big change? Who will accept it for a while. The nobles could kill a slave at will yesterday and beat up the head of Qian. But today, as long as the nobles do some work, who dares not to listen! The current 1,200 acres have reached the maximum limit of the slaves. It seems that he can't win or lose.

A helpless sadness suddenly surged into his heart