Today is the day when the hunting team returns, and after more than half a month in the mountain, they are finally coming back, and Mu Zhai naturally cannot be absent.

The welcome ceremony was grand, bigger than the last time, and the old village chief was still standing outside the door, looking at a long procession, and beaming, this time the prey was enough for the village to survive this cold winter.

The fat yellow sheep and the huge wild boars made the people of Mujia Village happy.

The procession is welcomed into the village, followed by the evening fire dance.

At the fire dance, Mu Zhai hurriedly grabbed the old village chief and told him about his idea of agricultural transformation, and the villagers laughed, naturally not paying attention to the old and the young muttering.

After a long time, the old village chief's face was suspicious, and his voice was raised an octave, and he said, "Can it be done?"

Mu Zhai's immature voice came firmly: "It can be done!"

After all, the old village chief is a Confucian who has seen the market, and he knows how powerful it is, so he immediately patted Mu Zhai's shoulder with a smile, and said with a smile: "That red sandalwood is good, leave a coffin board for grandpa!"

Mu Zhai hurriedly shouted like a dog: "Grandpa has no longevity, you don't need this thing!"

The old village chief came to the team with a smile and said loudly: "As far as you have a lot of ghost ideas, if this thing is done, our Mujia Village will become the head of Yunmeng!"

Mu Zhai breathed a sigh of relief, since the old village chief has approved it, there is nothing wrong with it, and he can do a lot of work.

Mu Zhai was dripping blood in his heart, looking at the pot of Jiuzhi Zilan in the old village chief's hand, this was specially used by him to bribe the old village chief, Confucianism pays attention to the style of a gentleman, how can the old village chief not love this Jiuzhi Zilan?

The vigorous Mujia Village renovation plan, under the auspices of Mu Zhai and with the full support of the old village head, finally began.

Although Mu Zhai is young, but who doesn't know that he has been taught by the gods since he was a child, he is naturally convinced, I heard that Mu Zhai wants everyone to live a richer life, originally everyone didn't believe it, who is Mu Zhai, this kind of thing is a speech, and he is familiar with it.

In the small square of the village, Mu Zhai began to fool Dafa.

"Don't you want our village to have more and more people, don't you want to be able to eat millet rice every day, don't you want to find a few more mothers-in-law, don't you want to have more babies?"

Everyone was stunned, how tempting it is to have a millet rice, a mother-in-law, a baby, and a baby? Who doesn't want to be rich? Isn't this unconditional?

Mu Zhai waved his iron sword and shouted vigorously: "Listen to me, I guarantee that everyone will be able to eat millet rice within a year or two! Everyone can marry a mother-in-law! No one in Mujia Village dares to bully!"

Everyone was flickered by Mu Zhai's blood boiling, flowing with a ruler-long halazi, as ugly as it was.

A little teenager, although he is usually powerful, but no one cares about it, at this moment, everyone looks at it, the boy is standing in the sun, as if his whole body is full of golden light, which makes people trust him very much.

Mu Laofu is an old man in the village, he is almost forty years old this year, and he has not married his mother-in-law, just because he usually likes to drink, although in Mu Zhai's opinion it is a sour thing, but he loves to drink, and he usually has a little savings, and he takes it all to exchange for wine and drink, it can be said that he is poor, and he still lives in a shed built by himself, and he doesn't even have a stone house, who can take a fancy to him in this Yun Mengze? Xiao Zhai, as long as Uncle Fu can marry his mother-in-law, even if you pee on my face in the future, Uncle Fu will bow his head and let you have a good time. ”

There is one, there is a second, and for a while, all the big guys roared and expressed their positions, for fear that Mu Zhai would exclude everyone from the circle of interests of the development plan.

Mu Zhai was secretly happy in his heart, it was done, his happy farm life was coming soon, and he didn't have to work so hard in the future, how comfortable it would be to grow flowers and grass.

Mu Zhaile shouted loudly: "Okay! Since everyone agrees, then listen to my command from now on!"

He directly seized the power of the old village chief and began to command the villagers.

But the old village chief doesn't care, in his opinion, if Mu Zhai can really do this, it is also a good thing, at least life is better, there are more people, the village will be prosperous, you can hunt more prey, catch more fish and meat, marry more mothers-in-law, give birth to more babies, this is his simple world view.

Mu Dale looked at his son Yixing's flying energy, watched Mu Zhai command the young people of Mujia Village, began to enter the mountain, and came to several places that Mu Zhai had long been optimistic about, one was all spices, one was all rock salt, and one was all precious wood.

But the adults who were sent to cut the timber had an opinion.

"Xiao Zhai, why do you want to cut down trees, do you want to build a house? There are many in our village, so why bother. ”

"Yes, Xiao Zhai, this is far away, and it is too hard to carry it back. ”

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Mu Zhai had a small face and shouted: "Is this a tree? This is food, a mother-in-law, and a baby! In the future, we will all rely on this tree, the spices, and the medicinal powder to live. ”

When everyone heard this, they went to cut down the tree, Mu Zhai chose all of them rosewood, and all of them were grown rosewood, the largest one, three or four people could hold it, or Mu Da personally used brute force to transport the dragon capture Gongsheng to push it, and the others didn't have that ability.

After two days of busy work, the raw materials were sufficient, Mu Zhai first asked Eminem Baiya to be responsible for taking the women and children in the village to collect medicinal materials, and then organized a division of labor, each or several families were responsible for a kind of medicinal materials, a process, and after the processing, it was sent to Mu Zhai's house, and Bai Aya was responsible for the final compatibility procedure.

Mu Zhai first made tools such as planers, chisels, and guidelines, taught the village how to use Mu Laofu, and drew patterns, so that Mu Laofu and a group of older villagers could build furniture, tables, chairs, benches, and carved beds.

As for the other young people, Mu Zhai asked Mu Da to take them to collect rock salt as much as possible, which is a necessity for life, but Mu Zhai felt that the taste was too unpalatable, so he decided to make his own salt, all for his stomach.

Mu Da felt that the salt was enough to eat, and there was no need to pick more, and after Mu Zhai was furious, he finally succumbed to his son's obscenity and honestly went to pick salt.

Mu Zhai taught Mu Da the method of making salt, Mu Da looked at the white and flawless boiled out of his hands, like the refined salt of snow, crying snot and tears, like a baby in the confinement, and felt that this life was worth it.

As for Mu Zhai, he came to the old village chief's house, holding a superb colorful unicorn, carrying an iron sword, and sitting depressedly in the courtyard sulking.

The old village chief looked at Mujia Village in full swing, not to mention the shock in his heart, just this scene, the old village chief felt very relieved, if it wasn't for Mu Zhai who didn't put down the colorful unicorn in his hand when he was killed, the old village chief felt that he should be a little happier.

"Zhai'er, don't make trouble, quickly put down Grandpa's Jiuzhi Zilan. ”

Mu Zhai put down the colorful unicorn angrily, and hummed softly: "There are cultivators in Daqin, and I don't know who can tell me about the doorway, I also have the Flying Immortals in the Snow Region, as well as the Nine Rank Aohan, as well as the champion and the ......."

The old village chief immediately said: "Okay, come over in three days, I'll tell you in detail!"

As soon as the words changed, the old village chief smiled with a shy old face: "Zhai'er, what did you just say?"

Mu Zhai said categorically: "This colorful unicorn belongs to you, as for the rest, let's two of us, isn't it vulgar to talk about these? ”

The old village chief Le's teeth were toothless, and he happily took the colorful unicorn from Mu Zhai's hand carefully, carefully cared for it, and treated it like a life, and put it together with Jiuzhi Zilan, no matter how you look at it, you can't see enough.

Mu Zhai staggered into the old village chief's library, here, the old village chief no longer forbade Mu Zhai to enter.

"That's right, Zhai'er!" The voice of the old village chief came from behind: "The braised pork you made yesterday was good, and you will have another one today, you are old, and you can only eat these soft ones." ”

Mu Zhai was stunned for a moment and laughed, now the old village chief couldn't escape from his palm.

As for the food, it is really not difficult for an old man like Mu Zhai who eats all the world, not to mention that Yunmengze is rich in products and lacks nothing, as long as there is salt and spices, Mu Zhai is sure to tie up the old village chief.

In this world, there is nothing that cannot be solved with one meal, and if there is, then two!