As the saying goes, ninety-nine and ninety-nine don’t make a move, three, ninety-nine, four-nine, ninety-nine, ninety-nine, ninety-nine, ninety-nine, see willows, seven-nine rivers open, eight-nine geese come, nine-nine plus one-nine, cattle walk everywhere.
Now that the four or nines have come, will these five, nine, six and nine be far behind
It's just that since the heavy snowfall, it has never snowed or rained again on this day, which made Wu Zheng worried about whether there will be a spring drought next year.
Anyway, it's not wrong to make some preparations in advance, so Wu Zheng, who has been idle for a few days, is about to start tossing again.
Some people say that there is a river under the mountain, and there must be a spring on the mountain. There is a river behind the Shenmu Mountain that flows around the mountain and finally flows into the Jialing River. If that person is right, then there must be a spring on the Shenmu Mountain.
What Wu Zheng has to do now is to ask people to find all these mountain springs, and then dig a pond in front of the spring eyes, and store the spring water while there is still water in the spring eyes, so as not to let them be wasted in the river. Don't let yourself run out of water at this time.
In fact, judging from the fact that Shenmu Village is standing on the top of the mountain, it is impossible for the Shenmu Mountain to lack spring water, otherwise the draft of the village will become a problem
When someone said this to Wu Zheng, Wu Zheng couldn't help but feel a blush.
However, he was not the only one who blushed, almost everyone blushed, because there were three springs around this stockade and there were plenty of water, but before today, no one had thought of using these springs to pour the fields.
Therefore, the search for the spring was almost over from the moment Wu Zheng proposed it, because everyone only needs to place the three springs near the stockade, although they are different in distance, but without exception, they will all be in a small col in the north of the stockade. As long as everyone blocks the exit of the small col with mud and rocks, it will soon become a large pond covering an area of tens of acres.
Then dig a canal to lead the water to the east and south slopes suitable for farming. As for the west and north slopes, there are cliffs of ten thousand zhang, but there are hundreds of acres of gentle slopes on top of these cliffs. After a little tidying up, it 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 figured out that the area will be used to grow sweet potatoes.
The sweet potato must be kept secret in the early stage. At least it should not be made public until the two thousand taels of Xia Lao earns his hands. Therefore, it is more suitable to plant on the cliffs of the northern slope. Those who enter and leave must pass through the stockade. At that time, he raised a few more vicious dogs, and if anyone dared to steal his sweet potatoes in the future, let the dog bite him.
After the Chinese New Year, although the weather is still the same cold, the entire team of land reclamation under Shenmuzhai has been dry and hot.
The common 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 fine steel that he is satisfied with, according to Yang Er himself, a piece of steel that has been burnt is no different from the hundred steels passed down by his ancestors. It can definitely be used as a hundred in the market. Steelmaking and selling are hardly obvious to most people.
Wu Zheng couldn't help but wonder how much profit he could make
As a result, Yang stretched out ten fingers, and then turned his palm twice as if feeling something was not enough. Then he said with a crazy face: "At least thirty times. If you cast a sword, the profit can definitely be more than one hundred times. Because This kind of stainless steel can be used as long as it is fired and the sword blank is poured into the mold to open the front. The cast swords can be made in batches, so there is no need to work hard, which greatly saves time and costs.
The young master wants the old slaves to forge a batch of swords? "
Seeing Yang Er's thief-faced look, the old man's face is thick enough to enter the role faster than himself, and he has not yet promised to accept him as a slave! This old fellow has actually regarded himself as an old servant now, and it seems that this old fellow is determined to take this method of filling steel into his own.
Seeing Yang Er holding an old face and offering flattery really made Wu Zheng feel a little sick, so he took a step back and said: "Uncle Yang, we make steel to improve farm tools, not to make swords and swords. You must remember Uncle Yang."
Yang Er smiled and said: "The clear old slave understands that this private possession of soldiers is a serious crime, but it's okay for you to be a military attache to defend yourself with a little sword, as long as you don't sell it."
"Have you said that?"
"How can old slaves remember that they have used swords as their bodies for generations?"
When Yang Er finished speaking, he saw a look of evil intentions... (End of this chapter)