Walking in the village, I found that the villagers were busy.

The mountainous areas far away from the river bank are almost exclusively planted with corn, with occasional patches of sorghum mixed in.

In the late Northern Song Dynasty, the temperature was so low that it was impossible to plant two crops of corn a year. At this time, the corn was about to ear and needed water for irrigation. Almost the whole family of the villagers went out to carry water, even the children.

Buckets after buckets are transported all the way to the mountainside, and the production efficiency is too low.

Due to the terrain, the canals cannot be repaired.

Zhu Ming didn't understand this at all, so he decided to ask his father how to build water conservancy facilities.

Returning to Shangbai Village, the villagers I met along the way still greeted me warmly.

When I walked outside Shen Yourong's yard, I found it was quite lively inside.

The little fat man Zheng Hong's personal entourage was also there, probably here to pay the final payment for the lake pen.

There is another young man, dressed as a scholar, who looks somewhat similar to Shen Yourong. He may be the stepmother's brother or something.

When outsiders were present, Zhu Ming called daddy honestly and raised the Chinese cigarette in his hand.

As an old smoker, Zhu Guoxiang's eyes glowed green the moment he saw China, like a wild wolf that had been hungry for three days.

The lighter in my arms is already ready to move!

Zhu Guoxiang swallowed hard, suppressed the raging craving for cigarettes, and introduced with a smile: "Shengli, come here quickly, this is your uncle."

Well, there were a lot of uncles before time travel, and now there is another one.

Seeing that his son was a little reluctant, Zhu Guoxiang continued: "In your uncle's village, there are scholars who have sold out all their land and can't find any other livelihood. We were discussing just now and asked your uncle to invite people to Daming Village."

Can we get scholars?
Chapter completed!