Maodong's life is both comfortable and boring. Even Zhu Zhanji goes to the workshop after class every day, saying that he wants to see what powerful tools the other party has prepared.

"Husband."

Fang Xing lay on the newly built kang, napping lazyly, while Zhang Shuhui just came in after handling the family matters.

"Husband!"

Seeing Fang Xing's appearance, Zhang Shuhui couldn't help but stomp her lotus feet lightly and said angrily: "Husband, I have something to say to you."

Fang Xing didn't even want to open his eyes, "Tell me, I'll listen."

Zhang Shuhui took out a piece of paper and said with a sad look: "I'm afraid the food stored by the farmers will not be enough for the wheat harvest next year."

Fang Xing was a little more awake. When he thought of the climate and crops in the north, he said helplessly: "In such a climate, unless you plant high-yield crops, your life will definitely be tight."

Zhang Shuhui deeply agreed that at this time, in the north of the Ming Dynasty, those little landlords were having a hard time, and they were always eating meat, not to mention those farmhouse households.

So why did Fang Xing get the support of Fangjiazhuang? It was nothing else, he was just willing to give it to him.

People these days have very low desires. They can eat enough and have a piece of clothing that can cover their bodies when they go out. It is a prosperous era.

Therefore, during the slack season, those farmers will go to the mountains to find some alternative grains to survive until the wheat harvest time of the second year.

Therefore, this is why the northern part is vast and sparsely populated - there is not enough food to eat.

However, the fields around Peking Prefecture are pretty good, at least there are more harvests than outside the pass.

Fang Xing thought for a while and asked, "Do we have enough food in our family?"

After the wheat harvest, the first thing to do is to pay the owner’s rent, and then the rest is the one-year ration for your own food.

Speaking of this, Zhang Shuhui's worries were gone: "It's enough. I just went to see it yesterday. At least it's enough for our family to eat for a long time."

These days, small landlords have the habit of garrisoning grain, which is to be afraid of natural disasters and man-made disasters.

Fang Xing opened his eyes and said strangely: "Then what are you worried about? Then you can take food according to the human hair."

"There's something like this!"

Zhang Shuhui shook her head and said, "My family's food belongs to me, and there is no reason to give it to others without reason!"

A woman without compassion!

Fang Xing sat up and was about to criticize a few words, but Zhang Shuhui said seriously: "Husband, this is the world. If our family starts this, it will inevitably be criticized by thousands of people in the future."

"Yeah?"

Fang Xing was a little dizzy. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that this was the current unspoken rule. If anyone breaks this rule, everyone will attack him.

But I can’t eat delicious food and drink spicy food by myself, just watch the merchants hungry.

This is a big problem!

Fang Xing pulled Zhang Shuhui over with no sleepiness, hugged her and discussed the solution.

The room was very warm. Zhang Shuhui's face was so hot that it looked pink and pink, and even though she saw it, she forgot about the serious matter.

"Husband, I think we can serve porridge."

Zhang Shuhui thought this idea was good, so she turned around and wanted to discuss the details. But when she turned around, she saw a pair of scorching eyes.

"Oh! Husband, don't, it's still broad daylight!"

"Don't matter, it's cloudy... It's okay, we have to keep our bodies warm."

“…”

"Every family comes! The young master has something to explain!"

It was cold, so the message was handed over to the servants, so there were shouts everywhere in Fangjiazhuang.

Maodong's merchants all came out and gathered outside the main house to listen to their young master's guidance.

Fang Xing coughed dryly, and saw that most people's faces were healthy, and said, "I'll call you all today, for nothing else, I just think this day is too loose, so I'll find a job for everyone."

The merchants below were happy when they heard this. They stayed at home in the middle of winter, and the whole family was consuming food, and they only had to go in and out, and even the head of the family became much more angry.

But a few old men muttered a little, thinking about what kind of work can I do in this winter!

Fang Xing ignored the following reaction and said to himself: "I always feel that something is missing in our village. If you think about it carefully, it turns out that there is a lack of planning!"

"Planning? What is that?"

At this moment, some people felt that Fang Xing didn't understand what he said, and were about to ask a question, but the servant who was watching the venue stepped on it and kicked it.

"Young Master speaks honestly!"

Fang Xing continued, "I looked at it and each family had a person. It would be fine if they took turns to give the stone land near the river in our village. If we don't grow grain, we will dig ponds to grow lotus roots and raise fish."

As soon as Fang Xing said something, no one could speak. The look he looked at him was like seeing a fool.

Finally, an old man came out and was about to kneel down first, but he was stopped by Fang Xing. Then he said tremblingly: "Young Master, there is a river next to our village, and there is no shortage of fish! Moreover, the work of digging the pond is not easy, I am afraid I can't finish it in a winter!"

Digging ponds in winter is a taboo. First of all, the soil is hard and difficult to dig; secondly, the efficiency of working in winter is not high, and the food is wasted.

But Fang Xing shouted, "I know what you said, but I have dug up this young master."

Well, you are the young master and you have the final say.

Everyone was silent, just thinking that their young master had become stupid, so will everyone have a good life in the future?

Fang Xing ignored the explanation: "Each family paid a labor force, two pounds of flour a day, that's it!"

"Young Master is crazy!"

There were news that Fang Jiazhuang was crazy about Fang Xing, and people were in panic.

Next, Fangjiazhuang became a large construction site. Every day, people came and went by the river. They dug soil to transport soil, but the atmosphere was a bit dull.

"Brother Dehua, why not wait until summer before starting?"

Zhu Zhanji held back his smile and persuaded him.

But Ma Su had a different opinion. He carried a shovel and said with a bright look: "Teacher, did you do it on purpose?"

Fang Xing laughed and touched Ma Su's head with relief, then looked at Zhu Zhanji with contempt.

"You still know the intention of being a teacher! Unlike some people, they are heartless."

Zhu Zhanji smiled bitterly and said, "I was wrong, but Brother Dehua, don't you know the disadvantages of making ground in the north in winter?"

Fang Xing beat him up, "Why don't I know? I also know that in order to make soil in winter, I had to use firewood to soften the soil."

"Then you still..."

Zhu Zhanji finally felt relieved - it turned out that he was not stupid!

Fang Xing said proudly: "This winter, I want to do something but I am afraid of being taboos. But the food of the farmers is tight, so I just find an excuse to give out the food!"

Damn! That's OK?

Zhu Zhanji felt that his IQ was refreshed again.

Ma Su bowed and said movedly: "Teacher is merciful."

Fang Xing saw that neither of them understood the true meaning, so he sat with them on the edge of the field and told his intentions.

"I can't give them food for free, right?"

Zhu Zhanji nodded.

"Will it be over!"

Fang Xing said with a deep look: "From small, this is a move similar to disaster relief, from the big picture..."
Chapter completed!