The Reborn Wife is Farming

Mu Yangling nodded, "That's the reason," Mu Yangling smiled, "But you don't have to worry, even if people find out, it doesn't matter. This place is different from the Hu people's land boundary. As long as you don't occupy the land for farming and building houses, it doesn't count. Illegal."

"Actually, I'm not worried about the people on our side, but the barbarians on the other side of the Kingdom of Jin. This place is close to their territory and there are not many soldiers stationed there. If they come to steal or raid grass valleys, we will be in danger. "

Zhang Wu and Zhang Liu opened their mouths, they didn't think about this question.

"The little general's racecourse is next door..." Zhang Liuli said confidently.

"That's why small thieves don't dare to come. If they want to come, they are big thieves."

Zhang Wu and Zhang Liu looked at Mu Yangling eagerly.

"Now they are building a military camp in Xiashuling, but I don't know how many people will be stationed there. If there are too many people, the golden soldiers will have scruples, but you should be more vigilant at ordinary times. If something is wrong, don't worry about the cattle. Keep it yourself Life matters."

Zhang Wu and Zhang Liu responded.

Early the next morning, Zhang Liu drove the mule cart home to pick up Xiuhong.

Mu Yangling and Zhang Wu stayed in the cattle farm as supervisors, and the old woman who came to cook was washing rice and cooking porridge under Mu Yangling's command.

The porridge is made by mixing corn kernels and rice together. The corn kernels are 70% cooked, and then the rice is added to continue to boil. After two quarters of an hour, it is almost done.

The thick and thick mixed porridge, the old women in charge of the food not only swallowed their saliva.

Mu Yangling frowned, scooped out the porridge, ground it, and squeezed a corn kernel into his mouth to chew.

The old women felt a little apprehensive in their hearts, "Miss, we cooked according to your measurement, not overcooked."

The others nodded, thinking that Mu Yangling was concerned that the porridge was too thick and wasted food.

But Mu Yangling said: "The corn kernels are still not soft enough. Next time you cook them, cook them longer. Most of us here are old people and children."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and agreed.

There were twenty pots of porridge in total, and the person in charge of the food would be responsible for serving the porridge for everyone, so the kitchen was half full, maybe Mu Yangling was in the kitchen, so they didn't dare to let go of their stomachs to eat.

The aroma of porridge wafted out, and all the old people and children who were escorted over surrounded them. Zhang Wu picked up a gong and drum and rang, and shouted: "Queue up, all line up for me, take your own jobs, don't jump in line, and don't wait for me." Don't make any noise."

It was still dark at this time, only a little light in the east. Everyone rushed forward anxiously when they saw the twenty steaming pots, but when they saw Mu Yangling who was a bit cold and solemn in front of him illuminated by the fire, everyone Still consciously stand up.

A child about three years old was squeezed out from the side and fell to the ground, looking up and looking around in a daze.

His brother quickly pulled him up and wanted to put him in front of him, but he was pushed by the people behind him, and he was also squeezed out.

Now the brothers wanted to cry.

This scene all fell into the eyes of Mu Yangling, her eyes turned cold, she looked coldly at the noisy people below and shouted: "Everyone line up for me, whoever pushes people out or makes noise, no one will do it today!" Don't eat breakfast!"

Mu Yangling's voice was so loud that everyone present could hear it. The crowd fell silent for a moment, and slowly, everyone stood back slightly. Mu Yangling said coldly: "Forget it this morning, but from noon onwards , give me all according to age, the youngest stands in the front, the elder stands in the middle, and the old man stands in the end."

Mu Yangling glared at the old people angrily and said: "I know you are old fritters, but please remember, here, I have the final say, whoever is not convinced can turn around and leave! Here, six Children under the age of 10 are the most important, and if I see you pushing the children out, I will throw you out."

Although the old man who was yelled at looked ugly, he didn't dare to refute. Now it was the uncle who was eating, although the old people present felt that Mu Yangling was uneducated and didn't respect the old man at all.

Mu Yangling was about to go crazy with anger. The reason why she was willing to accept these old people was that she felt pity for their age, secondly, they were energetic and energetic, and thirdly, they had so much energy after all, in other words, they left We have traveled more roads than we have eaten salt, but what is going on with these old people?

Yesterday he came to show her off, but today he came to bully the children?

Mu Yangling stood on top of the place with a cold face, watching people scoop porridge for them, add some side dishes to a spoonful of porridge, several children watched eagerly, and ran out as soon as they scooped the porridge, an old woman hurriedly shouted: "When the child comes back, I haven't asked for side dishes yet."

The mixed vegetables for them were sauerkraut bought by Mu Yangling. Although the consumption of 3,000 people was large, but because the price was cheap, this consumption was not worth mentioning in front of so much food.

Several children ran back together, took the side dishes and ran out again, and then ate together, looking around warily while eating, for fear that someone would snatch their things.

Mu Yangling kept walking around the field, just in case someone snatched the food.

But it is impossible for her to stay here every day to stop this kind of thing, so she still has to ask Qi Haoran to send a team of soldiers to maintain order and suppress it, so that she can feel at ease.

After these two days, Mu Yangling also saw clearly that not every old man is as cute as his uncle and the others, especially those old people who have escaped and experienced life and death.

And her here are almost all children under the age of twelve.

That's right, she said she would be responsible for children under the age of twelve, but Fan Zijin sent almost all of them under the age of twelve, and there were only 378 of them over the age of twelve. Mu Yangling took a closer look last night After going through the roster, some children under the same age were caught in the middle before, and she saw that the youngest was only two years and three months old. Well, I can't even speak completely, but it's no problem to run around.

Mu Yangling felt that he was not recruiting workers, but running a kindergarten. The most important thing was that Mu Yangling felt guilty when he thought of ordering these child laborers to work later.

Looking at the child who just reached his thigh, Mu Yangling sighed, forget it, let's just play with the child.

Mu Yangling knelt down, met those timid eyes, and asked, "Son, how old are you?" Mu Yangling really didn't know whether he was a boy or a girl.

The child looked at her nervously, and grasped the porcelain bowl in his hand.

Mu Yangling touched his head, and a seven or eight-year-old child ran over, looked at Mu Yangling in a panic, protected the child behind him, and stammered: "I, my brother three Years old."

Mu Yangling looked at the child and asked in a low voice, "Is it really three years old?"

Mu Yangling's voice was a little low, maybe it was more majestic like this. The seven or eight-year-old child's eyes were slightly red, and he lowered his head and said: "One year and eight months old, but the real age is three years old, my boss, he can also work And, really, he can hold a lot of hay."

Mu Yangling sighed and asked, "Where are your parents?"

The boy was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "He's dead. He was beaten to death when he robbed people for food while fleeing."