Farmers in the courtyard

Chapter 4 Chapter 004: He wants to open up wasteland for farming

"Lao Yi, have you seen the new tenant in the east room of the front yard?"

In the east wing of the middle courtyard, at the dinner table in Yi Zhonghai's house, the aunt suddenly asked.

"I just passed by after get off work and went to check it out. It was a retired cadre. I heard he arranged it at the Daxing Hutong scrap collection station."

Yi Zhonghai replied calmly, and the aunt asked again: "What do you think of that person? Is he easy to get along with?"

Yi Zhonghai took a sip of the stick batter, glanced at Aunt Ma and said, "I can't tell exactly what kind of person he is.

But when we met just now, I feel like it’s not difficult to talk to people..."

……

In the Jia family room in the west wing of the middle courtyard, Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu were also talking about Wang Zhendong who had just moved in.

"Place it in a scrap collection station?"

When Jia Zhang heard what Jia Dongxu said, she was a little confused and showed contempt.

Jia Dongxu nodded, glanced at Qin Huairu who was feeding Xiaodang, and then said: "I just passed by after get off work and followed the uncle to say a few words.

His name was Wang Zhendong, and he said he was assigned to a scrap collection station, but he didn't say what his specific position was. "

Jia Zhang muttered: "What kind of position can the purchasing station have, other than sorting rags? Judging from his age, he is probably a loser in the army.

You should avoid getting close to him in the future. I saw him in the afternoon and he looked very fierce. He is probably not a good person..."

"understood……"

Jia Dongxu responded obediently, and Qin Huairu, who was feeding the child at the side, glanced at the mother and son as if unintentionally.

However, she did not participate in these topics. Carrying two children every day was enough for her.

……

Naturally, Wang Zhendong didn't know what people in the hospital were talking about.

He was enjoying the steaming tea and thinking about the next few days.

First of all, we must go to the scrap collection station to complete the work.

After finishing the furniture and other things, I have to consider going back to my hometown.

Although he has been sending money home over the years, it is still psychologically complicated to actually go back.

In any case, his soul at this moment is no longer its original owner.

How should I face the original owner’s parents and family?

Can he adapt?
There's nothing you can do if you don't adapt. It used to be okay not to go home when you were in the army, but now that you're here, it's unreasonable not to go back to your hometown.

Forget it, it's still the same sentence, take care of it as it comes, since it occupies the original owner's body, then you should bear these.

After experiencing the baptism of war and the experience of the army, he is not his original character.

Then I stopped thinking about it and got up to light the fire bed.

By the time the kang was lit and the coals were stifled, it was completely dark outside and the lights of every house in the courtyard were already on.

The wattage of the light bulb is not large, and the light coming through the window is not very bright.

However, due to the snow piled up outside and snow falling in the sky, Wang Zhendong looked at the scenery with a little emotion.

I haven't seen this feeling of fireworks in the world for a long time.

The living environment of the courtyard also gave him a sense of novelty.

There are more than 100 people in more than [-] households living in the same courtyard, which is really interesting.

However, Wang Zhendong accidentally saw the window of Yanbu Gui's house with the curtains pulled up.

He immediately knew that someone from the old Yan family was looking at him. He couldn't tell it during the day, but he could tell it at a glance at night.

Smiling and shaking his head, he entered the house and closed the door.

As soon as the door bolt was plugged in, Wang Zhendong disappeared.

His golden finger is a huge secret space.

He himself thinks that this should be a small world.

A valley plain of nearly 20 square kilometers, surrounded by towering peaks.

There was an unknown beyond the mountain peak, and he could not climb over the mountain to see.

After entering the space, Wang Zhendong stood in front of a house made of logs. The wooden house was very simple.

In other words, the construction skills are a bit poor.

There was no way, he had built it in a hurry, and the army didn't have much time for him to stay in the space.

So little time alone.

I only take the time to enter occasionally.

But it would be nice to change my job now, and I will have a lot of time in the future.You can also reclaim land to grow food.

Of course, he is also planning to build another good wooden house.

Looking up, looking at the flat and fertile valleys and plains, less than an acre has been cultivated. It is really a waste.

Feeling a little hot, Wang Zhendong remembered to take off his coat and then his cotton coat.

Soon, only the single clothes were left.

The temperature here is in the twenties and thirties, with little fluctuation.

First prepare to cook. There is a stove in the log house, complete pots and pans, and there is no shortage of rice, flour, grain and oil.

There are also a lot of game bacon hanging, which he hunted in the mountains and forests of Northeast China.

We also specially built a small wooden house for smoking bacon.

Behind the log house, at the foot of the mountain, he used wooden sticks to build a large fenced area.

It's his chicken pen, and now there are more than 30 chickens.

This time I came back from the Northeast and I haven't picked up eggs for many days.

Pick up the eggs first and then make dinner.

So he carried a tree frame and walked towards the back of the wooden house.

After picking up most of the basket of eggs and putting them into the wooden house, I went to a small vegetable plot and picked a few tomatoes.

There is a stream with a large flow of water about ten meters away from the wooden house, which is very convenient for washing vegetables and so on.

The stream meanders across the entire valley plain.

Almost an hour later, after Wang Zhendong had eaten and drank enough, he came to a storage yard at the foot of the mountain.

This is his material storage site. It covers a huge area and contains a wide variety of things.

There were piles of logs, each up to thirty centimeters in diameter.

Hundreds of thousands of roots were obtained from the mountains and forests of the Northern Dynasties and the Northeast.

There are also dozens of vehicles, ranging from jeeps to troop trucks, and he has quite a complete range of battlefield supplies.

There are wheeled howitzers, as well as two helicopters.

Of course, not many can be used, the helicopters are basically scrapped, and only a few vehicles can be driven.

I collected these without thinking much about them at the time.

But later he felt that he could make use of these and modify some agricultural machinery. It was unrealistic to cultivate as much land as he could with his own manpower.

It’s just that I never had time.

Looking at the densely packed oil barrels, he felt that it was time to renovate agricultural machinery now.

Don't worry about fuel issues either.

The coalition forces are so rich in supplies!

I came to a light tank that was still in good condition and began to think about how to modify it.

A row of iron plows can be installed at the back...

In this era, if there is such a golden finger space, it must be cultivated and planted.

As for how to sell the grown food reasonably, there is no need to consider it yet.

Anyway, just grow food and breed.

In an era when food and clothing were scarce, even if he didn't need money, he could save people's lives just by throwing it away.

After experiencing a brutal war, his feelings about his family and country are different.

Countless comrades on the battlefield, fearless of death, threw their heads and blood, and buried their bones in a foreign land.

Every time he thought about it, he would suffer from insomnia.

And what he can do now is to open up wasteland for farming and breeding, and no matter how much food he produces, it is a contribution to this nation.

Thinking about the modification of light tanks, he left the yard.

Driving a best-looking Willys Jeep, he headed to the other end of the valley plain, where his breeding farm was.

There are pigs, cattle, horses and sheep. Some of these are brought from the Northern Dynasties, and some are occasionally bought from fellow villagers in the Northeast.

It's just that there are no fences now. He uses simple log fences to circle them together and keep them free-range.

When there is time in the future, we must slowly divide the pigs, cows, horses and sheep into separate stalls.

(Goldfinger is a bit big, but farming and breeding are normal. There is no mind control, time acceleration or anything like that. It will be as logical as possible, including the characters in the book, and will not be too dark or like a normal person.

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