At the beginning of the mass grave, I took the villain to open up wasteland and farm

Chang Ning sighed helplessly, "Okay, just take your car!"

"Okay, this way please, young master!"

Putting Chang Ning and Gou Fugui into the carriage, the young coachman raised his chin towards the other coachmen around him, waved his whip triumphantly, and drove out of the city gate.

A group of unwilling and resentful coachmen were left behind, gnashing their teeth with anger.

"Your competition is too fierce!"

The young coachman smiled helplessly, "It's all for living! If you don't use any tricks, you may not be able to pull customers twice a day."

Chang Ning has a deep understanding, there are only a dozen of them at the moment, and he still remembers the scene of train stations and airports during the Spring Festival travel in historical movies, and the scene of taxis carrying passengers robbing customers is a lively scene.

An hour later, the carriage stopped at the entrance of Qinghong Village. After paying the fare, Chang Ning returned to the village with a basket on his back.

As soon as they stepped into the village, seven or eight men and women rushed up, and when they saw Chang Ning, they immediately fell to their knees.

"what's the situation?"

Chang Ning was flattered and subconsciously took several steps back.

"Miss Chang, you are finally back, we have been waiting for you all afternoon!"

Chang Ning recognized the speaker, he was one of the group of people who begged her to quit Zhongtan Town earlier, they all seemed to call him Brother Shan.

"How will you be here?"

Chang Ning glanced around and found that the other people were also the vegetable vendors who forced her to leave.

But Li Xiao and Zhang Shuo, who knelt down to beg her at first, were not among them.

"Miss Chang, we are here to apologize to you, hiss~~~"

Brother Shan took a deep breath and covered half of his red and swollen face.

Others immediately apologized to Chang Ning.

It was only then that Chang Ning realized that all the men and women present had more or less bruised and swollen faces.

"Who were you beaten by?"

Everyone showed panic, and stammered back: "No one!"

Chang Ning squinted his eyes, and already had the answer in his heart.

"Okay, I accept your apology, let's go!"

Everyone looked at each other, but no one dared to get up first.

Chang Ning didn't have the energy to care about what they were afraid of, so he bypassed them and walked straight home.

Seeing that Chang Ning really didn't embarrass them, they stood up timidly.

"Miss Chang, does this count as forgiving us?"

"It should be!"

"Then we won't be beaten again?"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, no one was sure whether the result would satisfy the man.

"There is nothing cheap in the world! If we get beaten again, we will suffer on our own, so let's bear it ourselves!"

Brother Shan left a sentence, clutched his painful side and turned back to his village.

Seeing this, the others followed him and left in embarrassment.

From a distance, the stiff movements in that scene looked like a group of zombies.

"I'm back, are you tired from the inspection?"

Chang Ning pushed open the courtyard door, and Han Mingyuan poked his head out from the kitchen.

The picture of the beautiful man throwing the spoon is very eye-catching, Chang Ning lost his mind for a moment, then put the basket under the eaves, and walked to the side of the stove.

In the corner next to it is the bed of hay that Gou Fugui sleeps at night. Han Mingyuan picks up a few straws every time he lights a fire, and now he has dug out a hole.

"What did you do today?"

The corners of Chang Ning's lips raised slightly, as if asking casually.

Han Mingyuan stir-fried the sliced ​​meat in the pot twice, then put it on a plate.

"I took Aowu for a walk."

"Walk!" Chang Ning tentatively asked, "Just for a walk? Not active?"

Han Mingyuan's expression remained unchanged, "No, it's not like my bones have become stiff recently."

Teaching a few people who don't have martial arts is not even a warm-up, and it is indeed not an exercise.

Chang Ning raised his eyebrows, and his tone was a bit harsh, "Aren't you telling the truth?"

The regent, who was used to not even frowning when Mount Tai collapsed in front of his eyes, was visibly panicked at this moment, especially when he saw Chang Ning's cold expression, he subconsciously swallowed.

"Well, I just moved my finger a little bit. You know, if I really do it, I will definitely be killed or injured."

This is not a lie, if Han Mingyuan really cares about it, these people will have to hold a funeral tomorrow.

Although he is not a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately, he is not a kind-hearted person either.

The only ones who offended him are Long Xiang and Gou Fugui who can still dance.

"Sorry, I was wrong, I just can't see them bullying you."

Chang Ning's heart immediately softened with Han Mingyuan's pitiful appearance of begging for perfection.

"Seeing that you have such a correct attitude of admitting your mistakes, then I won't be angry. Let's cook well and don't put salt in it!"

"it is good!"

Chang Ning suppressed his laughter and entered the room with a pot of boiling water.

Seeing that she wasn't really angry, Han Mingyuan couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, and melted a lump of lard in the pot.

I just burned the spatula twice, and suddenly realized: He helped Chang Ning vent his anger, what is there for her to be angry?Shouldn't you be happy!

Then the sound of Chang Ning and Gou Fugui holding back their laughter came from the room...

"Well, you stinky girl, you're playing with me!"

Han Mingyuan couldn't help but reached into the salt jar to grab a handful of salt, but the next moment he let go and put it back, twisted a little bit up with his fingertips and sprinkled it into the pot.

"Han Mingyuan, oh Han Mingyuan, just spoil her!"

Sighing to himself, he shook his head helplessly.

After dinner in the evening, Chang Ning relayed the plan with Gou Fugui during the day to Han Mingyuan.

Chang Ning plans to expand the land reclamation area starting tomorrow, temporarily expanding it to two acres of land, and planting three or four varieties of crops.

Han Mingyuan didn't have any objections, now that he is in good health, and he doesn't need to train and fight, he has inexhaustible strength, and he can fully handle the farm work of one or two acres of land.

So the next day, the three of them and one wolf cub took advantage of the cool weather in the morning to officially start land reclamation.

There is a large piece of wasteland at the foot of Fuyan Mountain, and Chang Ning followed the few pieces of land she opened up to expand around.

Gou Fugui couldn't do technical work, and Chang Ning was worried that he would cut off his feet with a sickle, so he arranged for him to transport grass.

Chang Ning was in charge of mowing the grass, Gou Fugui was in charge of transporting the grass, and Han Mingyuan was in charge of weeding the roots.

After working for a while, Yang Fan also came to help.

It was only then that Chang Ning realized that compared with real farmers, doing that little work by himself was really worthless.

Yang Fan bowed down in the haystack, holding a handful of grass with his left hand, cutting off the grass with a sickle in his right hand, and threw all the weeds behind him with a wave of his hand.

While throwing the grass, the sickle has already penetrated into the weeds, picking out the next handful of grass to be cut.

The movements are coherent and smooth, swift and decisive.

Chang Ning imitated Yang Fan's movements, and at first he was a little flustered, but after gradually becoming proficient, he saved a lot of time, making it too late for Gou Fugui to transport grass, so he borrowed a cart from Daniu's house.

Gou Fugui originally planned to carry the laziness to the end and borrow Yang Fan's cattle to pull the cart.

It's a pity that the two oxen were tired from plowing the field some time ago, and now they are lying on the grass slope and refuse to move.

Gou Fugui had no choice but to take the opportunity of going home to drink water and dawdle secretly at home for a while.