If Feng Sipo hadn't mentioned it, Qiu Yantang would have forgotten about it. "I have to thank him. Give him fifty kilograms of rice."

Isn’t there a song that goes like that?

I love you, love you like a mouse loves rice.

Is that how it's sung?

What does this mean? It means that mice must like to eat rice, so giving them rice is the right thing to do!

"There happens to be a bag in the car. How about I deliver it over?" Feng Sipo asked. He had never dealt with Huihui before.

Among the five immortals in Qiu Village, the one who is best informed is Mr. Hui, so it is always a good idea to build a good relationship with him.

Hu Ling'er, who has the highest martial arts value, has never been seen before. Why is her martial arts value so high? It is because she has freedom. She is in seclusion today and tomorrow, and she may be in seclusion for several months at a time.

"Give it to Zhang Shouquan, he'll deliver it."

After that, he arranged the matter.

The road construction was also postponed.

Soon the snow melted, and the ground was covered with water. As spring came, the sun came and rain fell along the river.

For the ancients, the beginning of spring was the beginning of the year, and some of the grass from last year began to sprout.

After a few days, around the time of the Spring Equinox, the water in the ground had completely dried up. Because the terrain on the mountain was relatively high, wild vegetables had begun to sprout, but they were still a little small.

Looking at the time, it’s time to start clearing the land!

"Little ancestor, should we mobilize the whole village to reclaim the wasteland?" Qiu Guangdong asked. They were all farmers, and this kind of land was a big deal, especially since they made a lot of money from Feng Sipo last year and had plenty of money to buy seeds.

So this year I plan to open up more wasteland, so that I can harvest more.

"Yes, little aunt, it seems that the land we had before is not enough now."

So many educated youth have come here. If this continues, there will be nothing to do.

Qiu Dingxiang was also very worried. They had nothing to do now. In the winter, they just played cards, which made their bones loose.

Qiu Yantang thought about it and said, "It is indeed a problem, but what I am thinking is, if we open up too much land, will everyone be able to grow enough crops?"

There's no way. We know exactly what their situation is now. There are only so many of them. We can't let them die of exhaustion, right?

"Don't worry, little ancestor. Every year after we finish planting the land, we have plenty of time to rest. It's just that we have to work harder during the autumn harvest."

In fact, there is no rush to harvest in the Northeast, mainly because the grain stations have specific delivery times. Otherwise, all the grain from the grain stations can be collected first, and the rest can be collected slowly and then divided among everyone.

"That's no problem. Give me a piece of wasteland, far away from other people. It doesn't matter whether it's easy to cultivate or not."

It wasn't her who did the work anyway.

"Auntie, you can always solve the problem. What method do you use?" Qiu Dingxiang was really curious, because the things she did every time were completely beyond human control.

"Don't ask too much. Knowing too much is not good for you."

What Qiu Yantang was thinking was, you are so old, and unlike Manzhi, who is still so young, if you scare him, he will definitely faint on the spot.

Qiu Dingxiang felt puzzled because he didn't quite understand. What was there to hide?

"Yeah, Dad...you'd better not worry about the little ancestor's affairs." Qiu Guangdong said.

Qiu Dingxiang was so angry that he took his crutch and was about to beat him...

"Dad, I'm so old, please give me some face." Qiu Guangdong was quite happy at this time. After all, his father looked particularly strong.

"Guangdong, find your land first. If you find it, tell me. Don't worry, I'll flatten the mountain for you!"

With Qiu Yantang's words, Qiu Guangdong felt his blood boiling again.

It took him about two days to find a good place, the big mountain next to Qiujia Village...

Qiu Yantang was speechless, thinking that he was exaggerating.

"My dear, this place in the mountains is the best. It's rich in resources and water. If we were to open up wasteland here, it would be great!"

"That's good. The mountains are being used."

"So, will this work?"

"Okay! Why not?"

After Qiu Guangdong left, Qiu Yantang gritted his teeth and wondered when this mountain would be built.

He quickly called over the Black and White Impermanence, "Old Black, Old White! Rent a ghost for a good time! Also, find me some other ghosts, the kind that take ghost money. I'll give you a commission."

Qiu Yantang firmly believed that there was no relationship between humans and ghosts, and only interests could connect them.

"Don't worry, Tangtang, leave it to us!"

But when the two of them were added together, plus the little ghosts from the eighteen levels of hell, there were only eighty of them.

It is said that business is difficult and many ghosts owe them wages, making the ghosts work in fear.

Moreover, at this time, there were not many people who could print yellow paper, and they often received various counterfeit banknotes in the underworld.

The emperor saw that there were too many counterfeit banknotes, so he agreed to allow them to flow into the market. As a result, inflation occurred immediately, and then counterfeit banknotes were banned.

Therefore, business in the underworld is also difficult. Otherwise, how could Zhang Shouquan and Qiuhua be considered to have high salaries?

"Don't worry, I, Qiu Yantang, will ask you to work. I'll pay you first, then you can work."

Qiu Yantang spoke to the ghosts who were stranded and working in the underworld.

On the other side, the little ghosts have already started to open up the wasteland. They all bring their own tools, and those who don’t have any just dig with their hands.

As for the working ghosts, Qiu Yantang specially gave Zhang Shouquan some ghost money and asked him to go to the ghost market to purchase them.

After saying that, Qiu Yantang took out some change. These ghosts were charged thirty ghost coins a day, and Qiu Yantang gave the Black and White Impermanence a premium of ten ghost coins each.

As expected, I was right about him. Tangtang is the one who can do business.

When Zhang Shouquan gave them their "salary", they were very excited. They hadn't even done any work yet, but they had already received the money.

Wait until all are sent out.

At this moment, the little ghost was yelling, "Why isn't there one for us?"

Ugh, do I even need to ask? Because I don't deserve it.

"Stop whining! Someone who came out of the Eighteen Levels of Hell doesn't deserve to be paid."

Bai Wuchang spoke.

Black Wuchang doesn't like to talk much, so it's usually White Wuchang who speaks.

After saying that, he gave up immediately.

The one who was electrocuted was the same little devil who was often electrocuted before. He scored four goals?

"Keep pushing me, and this will be the end!"

Qiu Yantang burst out laughing at what Bai Wuchang did. It was so funny. It was the same ghost that Zhang Shouquan electrocuted last time.

Qiu Yantang is now a little suspicious, wondering if there is a lightning rod installed directly on the ghost's body.

Why am I always so unlucky? What a coincidence. However, Qiu Yantang felt that it was not a big problem. It mainly served as a warning.

Everyone worked harder.