salted fish soaring

After the planning of the new director Tie Sanniu, the water conservancy project of Qianqu was expanded into seven main rivers.Integrating water storage, sand discharge, filtration, flood discharge, and irrigation has become a huge project, which is expected to be completed in three years.

Song Qianji read more than a hundred drawings, including ideas for dams, reservoirs, embankments, bridges across rivers, etc., and traveled through Qianqu for the second time, and finally made a decision and set a three-year plan.

The plan could not keep up with the changes, and more and more people came to work in Qianqu.They come from Hongfu County, or even farther than Hongfu.

Either with a family, or alone, or with hope, looking forward to a new life; or suffering from hunger and cold, fleeing disasters, just looking for a mouthful of food, a way to survive.

The arrival of these "new thousand canal people" has greatly accelerated the progress of the river project.

Qiu Dacheng and Xu Wangshan don't stop making calculations every day. They hang out in casinos all year round and are good at calculating money and food.

"Next month, we will add another six cauldrons, and recruit twelve more cooks."

"If we hadn't dug up Lingshi mines and kerosene, we wouldn't be able to support so many river workers."

Ji Xing said innocently: "What can't afford it? My stupid brother has no other skills, but he has a lot of money."

Zhou Xiaoyun looked around and persuaded in a low voice: "You Daoist Ji is building the Qianqu protection array, everyone praises him for being young and promising, you..."

Ji Xing stuck out his tongue and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I won't talk about it in front of others in the future, can I save him some face? Someone came to claim the land deed, so I'm leaving!"

Xinqianqu people are more diligent and able to endure hardships, just to work for one month, have the opportunity to pass the assessment, become a naturalized Qianqu, and have their own three-acre wasteland title deed.

Those places are currently deserted and barren, and the title deeds are just a piece of waste paper.

But they still took back the saplings, seeds, and agricultural tools, and worked hard to cultivate them.I believe that when the spring breeze blows in the coming year, it will be able to blow green on the top of my own mountain.

Xu Kanshan sighed and said: "What kind of gamblers are you and me? Only by looking at others is the real gambler. Three generations of the whole family bet on it, only betting that the fortune of Qianqu will become more and more prosperous!"

Qiu Dacheng corrected: "It's the luck of the county, we haven't established a country yet."

Because Qianqu County was poor, it was deliberately forgotten by Huaweizong, and Song Qianji was not like the fairy officials appointed by the sect in the past.

In the hearts of Qianqu people, he is a truly independent king, even the golden statue in the temple can be melted and turned into cash.

Ordinary people don't know how high his cultivation level is, but he should be on par with Liu Xianguan of Hongfu County next door.

Autumn is high and crisp, and the corn ears in the field are gradually blown yellow by the westerly wind, until looking around, under the blue sky, the eyes are full of gold.

The birds chirped, flapped their wings, and stole food in the valley.

Nourished by the mist of the Immortal Spring, the first batch of mature millet in Qianqu this year is no longer withered, and the ears of grain are falling down heavily, making the farmers bend over with laughter.

Song Qianji walked through the grain fields, selected the three plumpest plants, cut off the ears of grain, and carefully packed them into a gift box carved with jade.

Today there are many fertile fields in the city.Thanks to the blessings of the former landlords and gentry, they bought standing tickets overnight and left Qianqu. The mansions and gardens they left behind were all planted with millet and vegetables.

"Senior Brother Song, what are you doing?" Ji Chen was puzzled when he saw Song Qianji wrapping the gift, "Keep a souvenir?"

"Send some local products to the Huawei Sect. Although the monks are bigu, they are less courteous and more affectionate." Song Qianji said.

"why?"

Song Qianji smiled: "Thank you for giving up Qianqu County to me!"

grateful?Ji Chen thought to himself, Hua Weizong gave you Qianqu County, clearly to punish you.

Where can I bear the pain and feel refreshed?

Brother Song really has a broad mind, repaying evil with virtue.

Meng Heze knew the cause.Before Song Qianji left the clan at night, he said that he would send special products back in the future.

Brother Song always walks the talk and does what he says.

Meng Heze took the gift box: "I'll go out for a run, brother, don't worry."

Brother Song is too benevolent, it's better not to deal with those wolves of Huaweizong.He said he would go and leave immediately.

"and many more."

Meng Heze turned his head when he heard the sound, only to see Song Qianji throw something: "Try the sword!"

Meng Heze raised his hand to receive the sword.

With a buzzing sound, the long sword was unsheathed, and a trace of light fell between his eyebrows.

Holding a sword flower in his hand, he was surprised to find that the weight and style of this sword were exactly the same as the elementary sword he was used to, and it was like reuniting with old friends.

When breaking through the wind, the resistance is smaller and the speed is faster, which is the icing on the cake and even more powerful.

"This is the sword that senior brother personally refined for me!" The young man's eyes warmed up, and he asked softly, "What's its name?"

Song Qianji smiled and said: "Your own sword, you have to choose the name yourself."

With the sword in his hand, like holding a handful of autumn moonlight, Meng Heze showed a shy expression: "I, I have to think about it."

"Go ahead, have a better attitude, and don't argue with others." Song Qianji stuffed him with another stack of talismans, and smoothed the wrinkles on his front, like an old father packing his son's luggage.

Meng Heze clasped his fists: "The things must be delivered, and I will definitely come back!"

Ji Chen hurriedly chased him out: "Brother Meng, can you take me with you?"

Song Qianji smiled, lowered his head to cut the grain, and enjoyed the harvest.

Let the autumn wind blow, and the sparrows chirp around you.

Less than a cup of tea later, when the shouting started again, Ji Chen abandoned Meng Heze and hurried back: "Brother Song, someone is looking for you—"

Song Qianji's harvesting work is getting better and better, without raising his head: "Let him come."

Ji Chen rushed to the front and said excitedly: "It's a peerless beauty, and there are eighteen female cultivators from the Xianyin sect as attendants, what a ostentation!"

Song Qianji frowned subconsciously, and kept scytheing: "Miaoyan?"

I have no grievances or enmities with you in this life, what are you doing here?

Ji Chen danced and danced, confused: "It's not Fairy Miaoyan! Yes, yes, she is that kind, so beautiful that it makes one's body chill—"

Suddenly a female voice sounded not far away: "It's me."

Song Qianji was slightly startled when he heard the sound, put down his sickle, and straightened up.

Miaoyan's voice is always soft and beautiful, drifting into the ears with the wind, ethereal.

This female voice was a bit cold, the two words uttered like broken jade on a plate, resounding loudly.

Ji Chen silently stepped aside.

More than a dozen female cultivators of the Xianyin sect retreated to the sides, their skirts swayed slightly, overflowing with immortal energy, like pure white flowers blooming one after another.

The man walked out slowly, but pierced through the flowers like a sharp knife.

She was wearing a long crimson dress, which was layered on top of each other, covered with wreaths and tassels, with jingle bells and veils fluttering around her arms.

All the flowers are competing for spring, but she is the only one with a cold light and a color like a knife.

The style of the whole body is very disproportionate to the busy farming scene.There was a moment of silence, followed by gasps.

In front of the beauty, Song Qianji rolled up his sleeves, and the hem of his clothes was covered in mud.

He smiled and greeted casually: "Here we are."