I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times

Chapter 180 Even if you can’t stand it, you have to endure it

“At that time, let the yamen measure the entire **** and count it as much as possible, and we will finish the whole area.”

 The larger the land reclamation area is, the better it is for easier management.

Yamen servants are only responsible for measuring and filing. They will naturally not interfere with what you and I wish to do. Anyway, taxes will be paid according to the records when the time comes.

"I estimate that this area will cover twenty acres. You don't have to worry about fertilizing. We can use local materials, including fallen leaves from the hillside, and it won't take much effort."

"We have opened up wasteland at the west end of the village. Many people have noticed it. It is possible that no one will pay attention to this sloping land. If we open up wasteland first, if the people in the village become jealous and follow our example, they will destroy it. It affects the integrity of this sloping land and affects subsequent irrigation.”

There is no owner on the hillside. Whoever drives it belongs to whom, and they cannot block it from others. However, there were scattered houses here and there, and the layout of the entire land was messed up.

By then, for a piece of land, no one will be willing to spend a lot of time to divert water for irrigation, and no one will be willing to do a loss-making business?

Moreover, whoever comes here to join in the heat is not here to take advantage?

Who will work with you to build water diversion bamboo canals?

Baiyunxi narrated her worries to her son.

“Furthermore, the people living in the east end of the village are all with loose surnames, and we don’t come into contact with them much on weekdays. We don’t know their personalities, so it’s best not to let them get involved.”

　　When there are many people, it becomes confusing and annoying.

"Mom, I understand. This time we will measure the land first and then open up wasteland. With the land deed in hand, no one can interfere with it."

The two of them discussed it and went to the mountain to look at the plant fertilizer. Half a foot thick of fallen leaves, retting fertilizer was definitely enough.

“Let’s go, go find your cousin now and ask him to help us measure the fields.”

Baiyunxi picked up the basket and watched his son arrange the collected firewood neatly and tie them into bundles.

I have to say that this kid is really hard-working. He can't sit idle for even a moment. He can even pick up a bundle of firewood while turning around in a circle.

“It is said that God will never kill a hard-working person, and that’s who you are.”

Bai Anyan smiled sheepishly, "This is all a matter of convenience, no trouble at all..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a joke.

"Hey, isn't this a lady who has been promoted? You have collected all the firewood in the west mountain? Did you come to our east mountain to collect firewood? You can't be so greedy, you will be struck by lightning."

Wang's wife walked out of the forest carrying a bundle of firewood and a bunch of sweet potatoes in her hand. When she saw Baiyunxi mother and son, she curled her lips and opened her mouth.

“Look at what you are saying. It is said that you have to rely on the mountain to eat the mountain. The mountain belongs to everyone. How can you block someone who has no name or surname?”

“The firewood you gathered was also given by the mountain. I heard that the mountains have mountain gods and the rivers have river gods. You have to be careful about what you say and do in these places, so as not to offend the gods and inflict sin on you.”

Bai Yunxi looked at Mrs. Wang’s trembling face and curled her lips into a smile.

 People here believe that there are gods in the world and ghosts in the underworld. In this case, if she doesn't take advantage of it, she will be sorry for five thousand years of historical accumulation.

Sure enough, when Mrs. Wang heard the word "mountain god", her eyes flashed with fear, but she was unwilling to give in, so she could only hum in a low voice,

 “As if you are the only one who knows.”

"Of course, I have read a few books, and I am better than an illiterate person like you. If you don't like me, you won't be able to write your own name."

 (End of this chapter)