There is strength in numbers.
Wang Yi was wandering around the construction site this morning. The walls with the foundation laid were being built at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The blue bricks are used up quickly, but it’s worth it!
With more than a hundred people working together, the speed really took off.
The first seven rooms can be completed today, so as not to delay the topping-out ceremony on the auspicious day.
The backyard also has a main hall in the middle, with three rooms on each side, but there are two additional side rooms on the east and west sides, each with three rooms.
Further back is the half-acre land where Wang Yi grows herbs, and the spring that never stops flowing.
Wang Yi specially designed a separate courtyard for his own residence, which is separated from the entire house.
Her medicinal field will also be a vegetable field in the future, so she won’t show it to outsiders, not even her family members.
If you don’t cover it tightly, how will you fool people with the fruits and vegetables in the space in the future?
The farm yard will no longer have gardens or landscapes, as those are only purchased by officials and wealthy lords in the city. The whole family has always believed that it would be enough to pave the entire yard and plant a few big trees.
There is also a gatehouse at the first entrance to the yard, which is used as a stable and tool room.
The five-acre yard may seem quite large, but Wang Yi's family has fifteen people, including some who are unmarried, so it is simply too small for them to live in.
This five-acre yard was part of the reward for saving Zheng Yeheng's life. The workers' wages, materials and food expenses were all paid by King Dingyuan. Wang Yi did not feel sorry for him and used solid materials, such as stone and logs, and never made do with anything less.
After it is built, it is estimated that it will be able to be lived in for one or two hundred years.
Several companies in the city that sell materials no longer need to go to the city to transport goods. They can transport them directly from the place of production to the farm, and they don’t have to run back and forth to trade.
The prince ordered the construction of a house, and it would be a joke if there was a delay in the materials.
Starting from noon, Wang Yi and several daughters-in-law began to knead dough and steam buns.
The evening meal should be a full meal, with black steamed buns and stewed vegetables, and some minced meat in it.
It’s not that I’m reluctant to spend money on delicious food, it’s just that it’s difficult to buy meat this year, and even if I have money, I can’t buy much meat.
Not counting the seriously injured, there are nearly 200 mouths to feed on the entire farm, and it is not easy to provide enough food.
In the evening, when the workers got off work and lined up to receive their wages, they could also get their meals. They were so happy when they put two hot black flour buns and forty cents in their pockets.
As for their families, Wang Yi has already planned to hire some women to cook, so that they can exchange their wages for ready-made meals.
The farm can be inhabited for less than half a month, but it will take some time to complete its construction. We can't let those who don't work go hungry.
For those who have families, they have already set up tents and straw huts throughout the day so they don’t have to sleep on the ground at night.
Those who have no family simply use the sky as their roof and the ground as their home, and sleep with loud snoring.
Fortunately, a toilet was dug when the house was built. Otherwise, it would be difficult to accommodate so many people who needed food and toilets.
The whole farm seemed bustling, but Wang Yi felt it was a bit chaotic. He hired ten women to cook that day, paying each of them 30 cents a day, and replaced himself.
She worked as a cook for that day mainly to find out how much food was needed in a day so as not to be cheated.
These were refugees, the kind who would eat people when hungry. Stealing some food and steamed buns was a minor problem for the cooks; normal food was a disaster. So she had to know the daily consumption limit, allowing for a little leniency while also keeping a close eye on the food.
The prince's money cannot be wasted.
As for the daughters-in-law, cooking for their own family is different from cooking for workers. If they don’t want to find someone, then it’s up to them.
After all, when recruiting people for the construction site, the money was paid from the accountant sent by the prince, and when recruiting long-term workers and tenants for the family, the money had to be paid by the family.
"Sign-in successful! Congratulations on receiving 30 square meters of permanent land and 30 bags of ripening fertilizer!"
Fertilizer again.
The fertilizer has piled up into a small mountain in the space and is temporarily useless.
Yesterday she sowed the seeds of fruits, vegetables and spices on the permanent soil, and a patch of plants has already grown.
Today she came to work on another thirty square meters of land, so she dispersed the densely packed plants, but still felt the land was a little tight.
The cucumbers, tomatoes and other fruits and vegetables in the space were already ripe. Wang Yi quietly returned to the tent without telling anyone and ate two tomatoes and a cucumber before stopping.
I haven’t eaten juicy fruits for a long time, it feels so good!
She also cleared a new ridge in her small vegetable garden and planted some vegetables, fruits and spices.
When the fruits on this ridge are ripe, she can use the things in the space without hesitation.
As soon as Wang Yi saw the vegetables he had just planted, he thought of ripening fertilizers.
I wonder what the effect would be if that fertilizer were used in real life?
Thinking of this, Wang Yi took out a bag of fertilizer.
It looked insignificant when placed in the space, but once it was brought into reality, each bag weighed about 25 kg, which was quite a lot, and it was no problem to fertilize her half-acre vegetable garden several times.
But fertilizing is also a tedious job, and Wang Yi didn't want to do it. When she turned around, she saw Qubing and Mosin playing beside the well. She simply shouted and called the two children over.
"Mom is telling you, dig a small hole next to the seedlings, then sprinkle fertilizer in and cover it. You don't need to use too much, just a little bit will do. Got it?"
This was a fun job, and Mosin was very excited. He and Qubing dug the hole, one while the other applied fertilizer, without asking where the fertilizer came from.
Wang Yi moved a potato seedling and made it float in space, and then compared it with the potato seedling after fertilization.
The seedlings in the real world grow stronger, but they don't mature all at once.
Wang Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief. The effect of the ripening fertilizer was proportional to the amount of fertilizer applied, which made him feel relieved.
If she was willing to apply more fertilizer, she would be able to have vegetables growing in the field tomorrow.
The two children ran out to play happily, and Wang Yi slowly used a bucket to fetch water and watered the medicinal field and the small vegetable garden.
After noon, Wang Yi returned to the vegetable garden after a nap and was surprised to find that the tomatoes, cucumbers and carrots he planted in the morning had begun to sprout.
This fertilizer is very useful in reality!
At this rate, it will probably bear fruit in one or two months.
The potatoes and sweet potatoes she had planted before fleeing the famine had already grown tall. The potatoes had small pink and white flowers, and the sweet potato vines were crawling all over the ground.
After applying fertilizer this time, it won’t be long before we can eat potatoes grown in the fields outside.
“The vegetable garden is doing very well.”
Suddenly Zheng Yeheng's voice sounded from behind.
During these three days, the farm was full of refugees. Wang Yi was busy and Zheng Yeheng did not show up.
"Meet the prince."
"You don't have to be so polite to me in private."
Wang Yi didn't say anything. He was becoming more and more outspoken in his words, and Wang Yi didn't want to respond.
Five-syllable Vajra Mantra.
Men, retreat! Retreat! Retreat!
Even the widow who had given birth to seven children was not spared.
You and Zhao Wu, a tortoise against a tortoise, neither of you is a good person.
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