Don't panic, the prince, the patriarch of fortune, she has space

Chapter 504, It's a Rare Time

It is naturally impossible for Feng Qingluo not to agree.

Now that the men of the Feng family have improved a lot in martial arts, even if they encounter big guys, they won't lose their lives even if they can't handle it, so it's more reassuring.

But this time she also wanted to participate.

"Why don't we come together tomorrow when we're free? Let's make a fortune before spring plowing?"

As soon as Feng Qingluo said this, the people of the clan immediately boiled.

In everyone's subconscious mind, hunting is the housekeeping skill of the Feng family, and it must not be neglected!
Everyone was aroused and said that they would go to the mountain the next day.

However, it is impossible for Feng Yan to enter the mountain. He has to deal with the prey today and tomorrow. This is a habit for more than a year, and everyone has reached a consensus.

So the next day, except for Feng Yan and Feng Hongtao, the men of the Feng family went into the mountain again like they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Bai Jingxing and Qin Qi were not behind either, they appeared at the altar early in the morning.

Because the goal was clear, everyone assembled and set off directly to the place where Bai Jingxing shot the wild boar yesterday, and that direction happened to be the general direction to the sea that Feng Qingluo had drawn up.

She followed the clansmen, picked some herbs by the way, and when she encountered a variety that was not in the space, she threw a plant in and let Long Batian plant a piece.

Because everything planted in the black soil of the space can be harvested quickly, as long as it is the species she puts in, Long Batian can grow a bunch in a very short time, and now the space is overflowing with supplies.

But this is not afraid, Feng Qingluo can always find an excuse to use up the things in the space.

What she doesn't need, there is always someone who needs it urgently.

This time, hunting in the mountains was a bit unstoppable at the beginning, mainly because the traces of wild boars were obvious, but the wild boar itself was not seen, so the tribe was not in a hurry, and they hunted other prey while looking for wild boars.

Anyway, as long as it is game, the price is about the same. Although it is not as good as domestic food, it is not too bad.

The domesticated ones require a lot of effort, and the wild animals in the mountains are free of cost, they only need a little effort, so in comparison, these guys are more willing to make money in the mountains.

However, there are also times when running empty, no matter how good the clansman's skills are, they can only return empty-handed if they don't meet the prey.

So on the eighth day after hitting the big wild boar that they had been thinking about, the clansmen all wanted to take a rest.

Each family has plenty of money, and this hunting is just to experience the feeling of hunting every day in the past.

To be honest, after these two years, the clansmen still feel comfortable farming.

The risk of farming is small and the harvest is large, which is a safe and reliable income.

So after taking a break, Feng Qingluo began to give advice to everyone again, open up wasteland.

"This time we don't have to do it ourselves. We ask people from other villages to open up wasteland for us. It takes time and effort to open up wasteland. Let's pay some money for others to do it. We can use our limited time and energy to do other things, so as not to waste it."

Feng Hongtai understood Feng Qingluo's meaning in seconds, and almost gave her a thumbs up.

"The patriarch's words are justified. In layman's terms, we have money, so why bother to open up wasteland by ourselves?"

When Feng Hongtai explained this, the men from several families all laughed.

In the past few years, the Feng family has opened up a lot of fields. Everyone has long been tired of the purely manual labor of land reclamation. Now that all the families have ample money, no one wants to suffer from this burden again.

"The patriarch must be shrewd, otherwise how could we have come up with such a good idea? I plan to open up a few acres of land again this year with the brat in my family. If I can ask someone to help, then I have to open it again Twenty acres will be planted with sweet potatoes."

Feng Qingluo laughed, "Uncle Wu, are you planting [-] acres of sweet potatoes to feed pigs? Pigs can't finish it!"

Hearing this, everyone was happy.

Sweet potatoes are cheap things, and they are most willing to grow. If you plant [-] acres of sweet potato vines and feed pigs, you will feed several heads.

Unexpectedly, Feng Hongyu shouted in surprise as if he had discovered a new continent: "Yes! We can grow sweet potatoes to feed pigs! Then it will be another source of income!"

Hearing the words, everyone was even happier, as if everyone was losing money, and they could find a way to make money with just a few clicks.

Feng Qingluo said happily: "Uncle Wu has a good idea, you can give it a try."

"Hmph, don't laugh at me, I'll make a fortune raising pigs if I don't make it right!"

"Yes yes yes..." Everyone echoed, but they didn't believe that Feng Hongyu really wanted to raise pigs.

Now the family raises a lot of livestock, including chickens, ducks, geese, and rabbits, and there are so many fish in the pond that no one wants to raise anything else.

Although Feng Qingluo felt that Feng Hongyu's idea of ​​raising pigs was good, she still couldn't help reminding him. "Uncle Wu, your idea is good, but I suggest you wait a while to talk about it. Now that Aunt Wu has just given birth, and Sister-in-Law Chunlin still has one in her stomach, you and Cousin Sen are busy enough, and you don't have enough time to do everything you want to do." ah!"

"Hahaha..." As soon as she said this, everyone burst into laughter, praising the truth of the patriarch.

Feng Hongyu touched his nose, and followed suit silly.

He just got a daughter, which is a rare time.

(End of this chapter)