Mu Qingli handed the plan in his hand to Zhao Ziyang, sighed hard at his fingers that were red from the cold, and praised: "Brother Lin is really powerful. ”

Zhao Ziyang took the plan, opened it and read it carefully, taking advantage of this, Mu Qingli asked, "Ziyang, when will it snow when we are in Hanmen?" It's almost the end of December, so why hasn't there been any snow? ”

This is exactly what she wonders, isn't it snowing in the north? According to the geographical point of view, this cold gate should be in the north, but fortunately it does not snow, otherwise, her plan to open up the wasteland will have to wait until the beginning of spring.

Zhao Ziyang glanced at Mu Qingli strangely, "Not to mention our Hanmen Pass, even the entire north, it rarely snows, and only when you enter the grassland, it will often snow." ”

Mu Qingli sweated, this place was really different from the realm of the previous life, when she found that there was a kang in the house, she thought that this was the northeast region of the previous life! It's just that it's so cold without snowing, and it's hard to endure.

After reading the plan, Zhao Ziyang couldn't help but ask: "Mu Qing, if I remember well, the wasteland is usually opened after the spring, why do we want to open it in winter?" ”

"We are running out of time, if we can't continue the faulted military rations next year, the Zhendong Army will be in danger."

The smile on Zhao Ziyang's face faded.

Mu Qingli patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "I've seen it, although Hanmen Pass is not as much flat land as Pingcheng, there are still 20,000 acres, and we can plant the first crop before February." ”

Zhao Ziyang nodded, his heart was full of pride, Mu Qingli continued: "There are also sweet potatoes, you must also find them as soon as possible, how many are counted, since potatoes are wild, then sweet potatoes should also be able to be found in the wild, I will draw a few shapes of it later, you arrange it, even if it is to bring back the stems and leaves, it is enough." ”

"Okay, I'll take care of it."

In this way, the matter of clearing the wasteland was finalized in the deliberation of the two.

When Zhao Ziyang left Mu Qingli's room, the corners of his eyes skimmed to the bucket in the corner, and he couldn't help but think of the back he saw that night, and his face turned red again.

Mu Qingli took the two good farmers in Pingcheng, Lin Laohan and Liang Laohan, and after debugging a few times, they finally adjusted the most suitable amount of lime in Xindi, and it was a busy work in full swing.

The people of Hanmen Pass all know that the Zhendong Army is clearing the wasteland, and the entire barren area is full of soldiers wielding hoes and doing things in full swing. And Mu Qingli kept running around the wasteland and the city, so busy that she didn't even remember how she spent the year, so she grew up a year in a daze.

At the beginning of February, a large army escorted the grain and grass of the Zhendong Army for three months and arrived at the Hanmen Pass.

These Mu Qingli didn't know that the speed of land reclamation was faster than she expected, not only 30,000 mu in the south of Hanmen Pass, but also 10,000 mu in the west. After these new lands are opened, after the lime is blended, what to plant next also needs Mu Qingli to handle.

All the potatoes in Pingcheng, plus the ones found later, were all planted to get 50 acres, and the sweet potatoes that were found after more than a month were also planted 30 acres. After agreeing with Lin and Liang Laohan, Mu Qingli decided to plant about 8,000 acres of other crops on the remaining land, and the rest of the land would be planted with wheat in April.

In this way, at the beginning of March, Mu Qingli was finally busy with the work of clearing the wasteland.

Mu Qingli remembered the matter of the salt lake, and when he asked, he learned that the salt field had already harvested two or three stubbles of salt, and Zhao Ziyi expanded the scale of the salt field.