Chapter 164

Almost a quarter of an hour later, 1200 people were automatically divided into 24 groups. At the same time, according to Ling Jingxuan's request, 24 team leaders were in place one after another, asking Ling Chenglong Lao Zhou to continue to distribute realgar to those who did not get realgar, and taught them how to use it. After that, Ling Jingxuan Yan Shengrui took more than 20 people to the ox cart parked on the side.

"Everyone should be around here. I don't want to tell you more about this wasteland. Look at this. Compared with ordinary land reclamation, you need to dig ditches. First of all, each group sends two workers to plow the land with cattle, and the rest dig a ridge every other foot and a half as shown in the drawing The difference in the size of each ridge of soil should not exceed five centimeters. You are from a family of farmers. You should be able to do this by feeling. In addition, the depth of the ditch must be the same as the interval distance. The ridge should be a little stronger, and it can't be scattered as soon as it is touched. You can see if there is any problem. "

Ling Jingxuan took out the drawing paper that had been prepared for a long time. It was like a plan for planting corn. However, the distance and depth required by Ling Jingxuan should be larger and deeper. This is to prevent the impact of water from being too strong when the sea water pours back into the water, and the ditch is to precipitate salt. The quality of salt is heavier than water. When the water comes in, the salt will go to Most of them will sink into the ditch, immerse them under the soil surface, and the rest will return to the inland sea with the sea water fading away. In this way, the desalination work is almost done. When the sea water fades next year, and before planting the seeds, the soil ridges will be pushed down to bury the ditches. The land more than one foot above the ground surface will be basically free of salt, and planting salt tolerant plants will not die after ploughing 。

"No problem, but what's the use of that, boss?"

The farmer may not appreciate the paintings, but they are all old ways of planting crops. They can know what to do by looking at the pictures he draws. It's almost the same as they usually grow corn, but the depth of ditches and the distance between ridges are deeper and larger.

"This has nothing to do with you. As long as you do a good job according to my requirements, as long as you do my work well, I will never treat you unfairly. In addition to the daily wages and bonus, everyone also manages a meal at noon. The meal is all corn flour and white flour buns, and with big bone soup, tea and other things will not be broken. On the contrary, who will steal I can see that it's more than just asking you to walk

When he put away the drawings, Ling Jingxuan said in a deep voice. The reason why he reminded them again and again was to let them bear in mind that he did not have so much energy to argue with them one by one.

"Do you understand what brother Ling said? If anyone dares to give me a kick, I won't be able to introduce you any more work in the future. " Seeing that they were stupid and unresponsive, he heard the cruel way of Liu Bao from the beginning to the end.

"Yes, yes"

after thinking back, a group of more than 20 people nodded in a hurry, all of them were honest farmers. They did not dare to really offend these landlords and squires, especially Liu Shuo. Although he introduced them to work, he had to draw money, but his work was indeed the most. If he was asked to draw a Wen or two a day, he could not find a job Well, besides, the treatment of Ling Jingxuan here is really better than that of other places. They are too late to be happy. How dare they cheat?

"Of course, I also know that when there are too many people, it is inevitable to fish in troubled waters. Each of your team leaders can also pay attention to their team members at any time. If you find anyone lazy, you can give a warning. If you don't warn me many times, you can tell me, and I will solve the problem."

After watching them finish, Ling Jingxuan thought about it and turned to Liu Bao: "please record the names of some group leaders. Each person will be paid two more coppers a day."

"No problem, brother Ling. Do you hear me? See how good he is to you. I have to work hard in the future."

"Yes, yes, thank you. Thank you very much."

When they heard that their wages were even two Wen more than others, they were overjoyed. They repeatedly bowed and bowed to Ling Jingxuan. Ling Jingxuan waved his hand at will to indicate that they could go to work. More than 20 talents turned around and left one after another. Liu Baotou couldn't help joking: "it's really good to work for brother Ling. I want to work with them."

He has worked as a guarantor all his life, but he has never seen a master like Ling Jingxuan who gives preferential treatment to these people.

"Ha ha I can't afford to pay you to work. "

"Ha ha." Ling Jingxuan smiles, and Liu Bao can't help but echo. Although Yan Shengrui's Chu Ci beside him is full of doubts, he also knows that it's not the time to ask. After about a quarter of an hour, the workers have painted Realgar on their bodies according to Ling Chenglong's and Lao Zhou's and song's orders. Twenty four groups have also received the cattle. Under the leadership of the group leader, more than 20 groups have been arranged in a row Open, buried in the wasteland, hard work up.

"So you can remove salt?"

Standing beside Ling Jingxuan and watching the working workers with him, Yan Shengrui holds his chest in both hands. Even though Ling Jingxuan has explained to him long ago, he is still a little confused about what the principle is.

"Um" nodded, and Ling Jingxuan explained his idea simply. This is the most primitive way and the most suitable way for this era. As long as there is no tsunami, the planting will be successful next year."It's simple. Although the preparation before planting is complicated, as long as you can plant something, the farmers will get more harvest, which can make up for the shortage of agriculture in Qing Dynasty."

Chu Ci on the other side can't help nodding. Out of his trust in Ling Jingxuan, he has almost completely believed that there will be no more desolation here in the coming year.

"It's just a temporary cure, not a cure for the root cause. To solve the problem of high salt content on the surface of the earth, we should start from the control of the inland sea. The court must allocate special funds to do it. It's good for ordinary people like us to find a way to cure the symptoms and earn a little money." With his hands clutching behind his head, Ling Jingxuan chuckled. Harnessing the sea is the same as harnessing water, but most of the ancients dare not imagine it. In modern society, there are even reclamation projects. If they knew about it, they would be scared to death?

Yan Shengrui and Chu Ci both turn their heads and look at him. This is not the first time that he has said that he has no way to deal with the inner sea. If you want to say that he can't help it, they don't believe it. However, Yan Shengrui knows that he has other plans, but he doesn't care much about it. When he thinks about what he said last night, his eyes can't help blinking. Has he guessed his identity and hinted that he will return Go? Can you?? He recoiled at the thought of the collapse of the family and the tragic death of the child. He admitted that he did not dare to gamble with so many people's lives, and he did not dare to see the child being cut and cut with his own eyes.

"Brother Ling, it's almost here. Let's go and measure the land."

Liu Bao, who went to give the workers the last advice, came over with a smile. Ling Jingxuan glanced at the side of the road. He seemed to want to go down and help him. He shook his head helplessly. When he was about to leave, he saw that Li Zheng came with a large group of people. His steps could not help but get a meal. After exchanging eyes with Yan Shengrui, the full radian of his lips could not help getting bigger.

"Jingxuan, I heard you bought that piece of wasteland to reclaim? But nothing can grow on it. Why do you inquire before you buy it

As soon as Ling Qicai came up, a pair of elders worried about the appearance of the younger generation. Originally, the villagers who were just watching from afar moved closer to them. It must be deceiving to say that they were not envious. Seeing the workers working in full swing, who did not covet the salary? Some self righteous people even think that it's better to invite outsiders than to invite people from a village. Acquaintances are easy to handle affairs, aren't they?

However, they seem to forget that acquaintances are easy to handle affairs, and there is a saying that acquaintances are also the most pitiful! Ling Jingxuan is not stupid. It's hard to get rid of them. How can I catch up with them? Unless he's really stuck in the door.

"Just because you can't plant it doesn't mean I can't plant it. I'm bringing so many people here. I don't just want to talk nonsense to me, do you?"

The narrow Danfeng's eyes were tinged with undisguised ridicule. Ling Jingxuan gave a meaningful glance at the dozens of people who followed him. Yan Shengrui's songs of Chu, which were on both sides of him, were arrogant and domineering, and indifferent and alienated. They were equally unattainable and guarded him like two guardians.

"How do you grow it?"

Hearing this, Ling Qicai could not afford to be embarrassed. He asked excitedly. If he could really ask him for a prescription, maybe they could buy some wasteland. However, he did not expect that the wasteland in Qingyang County was owned by Ling Jingxuan. Even if he told them that they wanted to buy land, they could only go to the next county. It was strange to be able to buy it, He's not the kind of person who has healed the scar and forgotten the pain.

"I don't seem to have an obligation to tell you?"

With a smile on his eyes, Ling Jingxuan can be said to have no face at all. The faces of the people led by Ling Qicai suddenly become very ugly, and finally think of all kinds of things they had. However, most of their eyes are full of complaints about their naked. It is obvious that they complain that Ling Jingxuan is too revengeful, and that all the things about Chen sesame and rotten millet are kept in mind. What kind of man's demeanor is there?

But they seem to forget that in those years, they forced people to die. Ling Jingxuan did not take the initiative to retaliate. They had already given them enough face. Anyone with a little conscience should be ashamed. Besides, if those wasteland really planted something, it would be a matter of making a fortune. Who would tell others how to get rich?

"I don't mean to ask casually. If you don't want to say it, forget it. Jingxuan, I think you employ a lot of people. How much land have you bought?"

Ling Qicai couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He forced himself to turn his eyes to other places. On the wasteland, dense workers were working hard, regardless of whether they could plant anything. Just looking at the enthusiasm was also eye-catching.

"What does it matter to you how much land they buy? Brother Ling, isn't your village old? It's time for someone else to do something? "

Liu Bao, who had been listening to him for a long time before Ling Jingxuan, said that he was not from Lingjia village, so he didn't have to face anyone. Moreover, with his network, he didn't need to put a little Li in the eye. Although I had heard that all the people in Lingjia village were not friendly to him, after all, he had never seen it with his own eyes. Seeing him today really opened his eyes See, no matter how old brother Ling used to be, now he estimates that even the county master will sell him some thin noodles. However, those people who have a little brain should be flattered. What's the matter with such a questioning attitude? It's really stupid."Ha ha This is not within my jurisdiction. If Liu Baotou doesn't like it, he may as well suggest to Mr. Hu? "

Knowing that he was helping him, Ling Jingxuan didn't brush his kindness. Danfeng's eyes were full of interest and looked at Ling Qicai, whose face had changed greatly. These people were really as stubborn as cockroaches. No matter how he dealt with them, he would run to stimulate him after a short time every time. Didn't he really want him to do it? A bunch of farmers, honestly, don't want to worry.

"If you want to nod your head, I will do it for you." Liu Bao is not a polite master. Catching an opportunity is like asking Ling Jingxuan for help.

"If Lizheng is OK, I will leave first." With a faint glance at him, Ling Jingxuan turns to Ling Qicai, whose face is so black that he can't be any more black. It's all for him. It has nothing to do with him.

"No, it's OK. By the way, your aunt's settlement in our village was finished yesterday. Does he need to build a house on a piece of homestead?"

Li Zheng smashed his mouth dry, and after a long time, he held back an irrelevant word. Obviously, he still wanted to get in touch with him. Generally, the area of the homestead is not large, and the guarantor will not accept it. Basically, Lizheng will do it, but?? He seems to have forgotten that Liu Bao is here, and that Ling Jingxuan has a relationship with him. Even if he only sells one mu of homestead, he will help him deal with it, right? "Don't bother Lizheng. Liu will help you with this. Goodbye!"

After that, Ling Jingxuan turned around and left. He didn't want him to take advantage of it again to clean them up. He was really a little annoyed.

"Don't provoke us if you want to. If you don't think about it, tell me, I don't mind making you restless!"

Before he left, Yan Shengrui gave a rare exit warning. Ling Qicai was choked, and almost burst out a mouthful of old blood. Although the songs of Chu didn't say anything, the whole body was frozen, but the coldness of the dead made people fall into an ice cave. Liu Bao was more direct, and his face was obviously disdained. His party was so angry that they gnawed their teeth, but they didn't dare to attack. Several times ago, Ling Jingxuan cleaned up the affairs of the scholar's family We can still see clearly! "Dad, what to do now? All the villagers want to help Ling Jingxuan earn some money. We haven't had time to speak. "

I don't know how long after that, his eldest son Ling Chengyu worried. As Li Zheng, if he can't do things for the villagers, then he doesn't need to exist. Of course, Ling Jingxuan's attitude is hateful, but they can't ignore the villagers' opinions.

"What else can we do?? Wait, is that Jackie Chan? Come on, let's have a look. "

With a bad look at his son, Ling Qicai just wants to turn around, and the light from the corner of his eye accidentally sweeps to Ling Chenglong, who is supervising the workers' work. With a quick calculation, Ling Qicai and a group of people pass by.

"Brother Hu, it seems that Ling Jingxuan is really making money. I've bought a lot of land here. Haven't you had a hot fight with Ling Chenghua recently? Why don't she try to get us some money? "

In the crowd of onlookers in the distance, several men who were not good at a glance got together. One of the sharp nosed men looked at the man in the middle with a big back and a big beard.

A man with a beard named Zhang Hu is a local ruffian in several villages nearby. He often takes a group of people who are not engaged in official business to play in the autumn. Because he is tall, many people are afraid of him. Recently, he accidentally got involved with Ling Chenghua. They don't know how many times they have been together. Although the Ling family don't know, the brothers who are familiar with Zhang Hu are very clear, On weekdays, he was even more envious of the fact that even the daughter of the scholar's family had started.

"Go and go, and that's what we're thinking about?"

Zhang Hu turned around and left. Where others couldn't see, his eyes were shining with calculation. How could he give up such a rare opportunity to make money?