The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

Because what you need to do is not only to dig out grass roots, tree roots, and stones, but also to remove them.

correct!That's not enough, see what it is. "

When it came to this point, the poor heavy machine gunner, Original Sin, appeared with a load of strong-smelling farmyard manure.

Because the smell was too strong, this guy had to plug his nostrils with cloth strips, and he looked like a ghost.

After ignoring his own Northeast fellow, now with that expression of wanting to die.

Xi Ling continued to yell: "The cultivated land that has just been reclaimed must have such a composting process. In the future, everyone remembers to only go to designated places, those places called 'public toilets'."

When it came to this, Xi Ling deliberately increased his tone, and said in a threatening manner:

"If there are still people who defecate indiscriminately, Mr. Hu said it. After you catch them, you will deal with the crimes. No one can persuade you."

It's just that when he said this, he didn't see the terrified native gentlemen instinctively pinch their legs in fright.

On the contrary, as soon as the voice fell, a thin and pretty old woman first stared at this guy with a wink of at least two catties, and then asked:

"Master Xi, after the masters catch it, we can still understand the method of cutting off the crime tools, and the old lady's can be blocked and blocked. Come here yourself?"

As soon as these words came out, the neck of Xi Ling, a young man, turned red.

Seeing this, all the women immediately burst out laughing, and there was so much joy in the atmosphere.

After that, during the entire land reclamation process, some incidents that threatened these aborigines failed and were driven by aboriginals were removed.

Xiling and the others still managed to guide a group of natives, planning to dig out some neat terraced fields on some hillsides around the camp.

These terraces will be used to grow corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes and other crops in large quantities, as well as a small amount of other crops.

Because the number of surrounding mountain springs is limited, even after these terraced fields are reclaimed, they are all dry fields.

In the future, things like watering can basically only rely on manpower.

In addition, these cultivated lands that have just been reclaimed are still raw land, and their fertility is quite limited. Only after several years of continuous cultivation will they gradually improve.

But even so, under the beautiful descriptions of Hu Biao and the others, the aborigines are still full of hope.

As for the precious flat land in front of the camp, no development has been done for the time being, but it should be reserved for reclaiming paddy fields and planting rice crops.

Even at such a time, they don't know whether the rice crop can be grown in such an area, and it still doesn't affect their expectation that they can eat the rice they grow in the doomsday world...

When the mountains that had been desolate for many years, under the efforts of Xi Ling and the others, turned into terraced fields.

On a hilltop, Yang Dongli, AT, translator, and swordsman.

They are leading people to build an artificial dam with stones, dead branches and mud; such a dam is a task they received from Hu Biao after they were brave enough to do so.

Originally, for such a dam, Yang Dongli and the others planned to use the local method to make some cement first, so that their debut project would be stronger and more beautiful.

However, due to raw materials such as coal and limestone, the reasons have not been found yet.

Now they can only use such a soil method to build a dam that is not very strong.

For such a small project, Yang Dongli, who had taken a bunch of certificates, put great enthusiasm into it, and finally confirmed that he was the one who designed it, and the white-collar worker drew the pictures.

The translator and the swordsman personally lead people to carry out the construction according to the drawings.

In this way, a dam with a water storage capacity of more than 200 cubic meters and a height difference of 3 meters is gradually taking shape.

The reason for designing such a gadget is all thanks to Xiling's scrap shop, which bought a small hydroelectric device at a price not much more expensive than the scrap.

When he came over this time, Xi Ling naturally took it with him.

No!When such a dam was still laying stones, Yale graduated from Bacon, and a car repair apprentice hired by a certain fourth son in Yangcheng, these two things.

It is already leading people to do the preparatory work before erecting this set of small hydropower equipment.

Even a little further away, the two electricians Zhuye and Xufeng finally came in for a fight.

They are currently leading people to work, lining up the targets more than 5 meters high one by one, and erecting such a target on the ground at intervals of 30 to [-] meters.

The role of this thing is, of course, the telegraph pole.

So, after the poles were erected, the homepage and Xufeng began to pull up the wires; the source of these wires, of course, were those historical relics that did not know how many years ago.

Because time has passed too long, these wires have naturally aged long ago.

Even in many places, the insulation sheath of these antennas has long since fallen off; therefore, after these wires are used, they actually have a considerable safety hazard.

For example: short circuit, leakage and so on.

But this is the case, Zhuye and Xufeng still picked out some good-looking ones from the old wires brought back from mobile phones everywhere.

In short, from the construction of dams by Yang Dongli and others, to the small hydropower installations by Xianrou and others, and the pulling of wires by Xu Feng and others.

All of the above are just for one simple purpose:

In the camp, there are actually several electric lights that can be turned on now; although it is only a few electric lights, it is the first step in the restoration of industrial civilization.

Chapter 265 I Want to Join the Zhongzhou Tribe

With the gradual promotion of farming work, when about [-] acres of terraced fields have been reclaimed, Xiling and the others' daily work has become to open up wasteland and start planting corn at the same time.

The main thing is to sow corn, which is easier than potatoes and sweet potatoes.

After all, before sowing potatoes, they need to be cut into pieces and germinated, and they can only be planted after they germinate successfully.

The process of planting sweet potatoes is more troublesome, and a seedbed is required to raise seedlings. After the seedlings grow out, they are cut into such short sections for planting.

As for corn, as long as you dig such a small hole and throw two or three seeds into it, you're done.

Then, Hu Biao suddenly found to his surprise that after getting rid of the old, weak, women and children, the Zhongzhou Tribe's subordinates, several hundred people, were not enough.

But such a thing is easy to handle, it is nothing more than hiring labor from outside.

To know!Now on such a piece of land in Yangshan, besides their Zhongzhou tribe, there are another 2000 people living in it.

These people either live as a family, or they are a small force of 200 people, a group of bitter people hugging for warmth.

There are even many independent personnel, who are considered to be single gangs.

I don't know if Hu Biao today is completely exempting their poor living expenses and making their lives easier.

So all day long, many people stayed far away on other hills.

Watching Hu Biao and the others set up earthen blast furnaces, reclaim terraced fields one after another, build dams and small hydropower, etc., in short, everything is so fresh.

Especially when it's time to eat, when the aroma of the food is blown out with the wind.

Those bastards stretched their necks longer, and their saliva drools longer.

Therefore, Hu Biao believed in one thing very much: there is no need to charge a high price, just for the price of three meals a day, many people will come to help with work.

Of course, Hu Biao is such a fastidious person, he definitely wouldn't do such a thing...

Like a big animal dying of thirst, the flower rabbit raised its head, held a vase full of water in its hand, and poured it into its mouth desperately.

It wasn't until he felt that there was no longer any splash in his stomach, and then he stopped there.

Then, dragging his backache, he sat down on a haystack.

All in all, it was a rest time of about 5 minutes for myself; after such a little time was over, without the urging of the foremen of the Zhongzhou tribe, I picked up an ugly hoe at hand and started working.

The specific work is to dig down the hard ground with a hoe.

Dig up the seemingly weeds on the ground, dig out the grass roots, and pick up the slightly larger stones, put them aside and pile them up.

In the end, the 40-centimeter-thick soil must be dug out, smashed, and leveled to form something called a terraced field.

Seriously!Doing such a job under the scorching sun above his head is a huge torment for him physically and mentally.

But who told the Zhongzhou tribe to give too much, so much that it was impossible to refuse:

As long as you help them with a day's work, if you don't be lazy, you can not only provide three meals, but also give them a piece of salt the size of your thumb every day.

Yes, that's right!Flower Rabbit is not from the Zhongzhou tribe.

To be precise, he is an aborigine who lives in such a piece of land in the Yangshan area and can be regarded as a free man.

The reason why he has such a name as Huatu is all thanks to his father who died of illness early on, and a good expectation for him.

You know, on this piece of land where the large trees have been cut down long ago, there are no large animals such as cattle, horses, sheep, and pigs.

Therefore, the source of meat for the aborigines is basically all kinds of fish in the sea, this traditional white meat.

And on land, herbivores and omnivores such as rabbits and mice have red meat on their bodies; among them, rabbits, which are the largest and have the highest meat yield on land, have become their best choice.

It's a pity that under everyone's crazy hunting, even the number of mice on land is limited, let alone the rabbits with bigger targets.

Often catching a rabbit is like winning a big prize before the end.

Therefore, the old father of their old flower family gave him such a name, hoping that such a good luck as catching a rabbit would happen to him.

It's a pity, but in Huatu's 17-year-old priority life, he has never even seen fresh rabbit feces a few times, let alone caught a rabbit and had a delicious meal of red meat.

In this way, when I heard that the Zhongzhou tribe hired people to work, not only did they provide food and salt, but they also ate decent red meat, which was also the legendary pork.

Huatu didn't even hesitate, and drove the mountain road for about two hours. In the words of the adults of the Zhongzhou tribe, they came to contribute to their great cause.

And when he was working, he worked very hard, for fear of being judged as lazy, so busy for nothing.

So much so that the flower rabbit who had never done this before soon had blood blisters on the palms of both hands, so he couldn't get involved in such a little thing.

In this way, at noon that day, Huatu ate the first piece of pork in his life.

It was a woman from the Zhongzhou tribe. After putting a big spoonful of starch paste on the plate with a hole in his hand, she put a chopstickful of instant noodles and a big handful of wild vegetables.

In the end, a piece the size of half a thumb came, which is said to be braised pork.

After working hard for a long time, after the thick starch paste in the mouth, this kind of food that he can't usually eat still makes Huatu happy physically and mentally.

As for the legendary instant noodles that were praised by a group of indigenous people, they were even more delicious.

But the real wait until the flower rabbit, after taking a light bite of the braised pork.

After the rich oil filled Huatu's mouth in an instant, he felt that his soul was the kind that flew up.

At this moment, Huatu made one of the most daring goals in life:

One day, he must eat a big bowl full of braised pork alone; as long as he can achieve such a goal, he is willing to die...

Soon after, Huatu lived in Gugong of the Zhongzhou tribe, and it was the third day.