I was thinking, why don't we just form a village ourselves?
The villagers started talking amongst themselves when they heard this.
No one objected; they didn't really care. However, Xiong Er asked, "Young Master, what's the name of our village?"
Li Chang'an thought for a moment and said, "Our village is located to the west of Lingnan City, and there are several streams in the village. Let's just call it Chengxi (City Stream)."
"good!"
"From now on, we'll call it Chengxi Village!"
Although the villagers didn't know what the name meant, it didn't stop them from supporting it.
Who can blame them when their son-in-law is rich!
Li Chang'an waved his hand to stop the villagers' noise and said, "Now that we have a village, we need to have a way to make a living."
I bought some grain in the city. I'd like everyone to clear a few acres of wasteland near the village before it snows and plant grain next spring, okay?
Upon hearing this, the villagers began to feel troubled.
It's not that they're lazy, but there's a saying in the Ming Dynasty.
It is said that every acre of fertile land represents a life.
It means that turning wasteland into farmland is basically risking one's life.
In ancient times, people didn't have much to eat; ordinary people couldn't eat any oil or meat all year round.
With no oil or fat in their stomachs, even doing manual labor is difficult enough, let alone clearing land.
Moreover, there were no oxen, so the fields were basically plowed by human strength.
That basically meant risking their lives to work. Not long after clearing the land, the people would succumb to illness and wouldn't live for more than a few years.
Therefore, the Ming Dynasty actually had a lot of land, but the people really did not have the ability to cultivate new wasteland.
These are all fields that our ancestors risked their lives for; every acre of land is our most precious treasure.
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