The next day, craftsmen and tree giants continued to build houses, while Zhu Qinglan led the women and the elderly and infirm, leading oxen, carriages, and plows to the river bank, which was once a forest a day ago.
, is now full of soft soil, and the village has a faint earthy smell.
"Master Zhu, why did you bring us here?!"
A respectable old man asked puzzledly.
"Grow food!" Zhu Qinglan waved his hand, and several of his men immediately lifted the seeds from the carriage. "These are seeds. I don't know much about farming, but I think it shouldn't be a problem for you!"
"This matter is naturally not a problem for us, but..." The old man looked at the rushing river not far away, "The land here is indeed fertile and vast, but the season is too low. It will be the rainy season in a few days, and the river will inevitably rise.
, if you keep sowing this kind of seeds, I’m afraid they will all be wasted!”
"The princess wants to fill those ten granaries, so we must plant!" Zhu Qinglan smiled gently, "Do you believe in your own experience, or do you believe in the princess?!"
One sentence stopped the old man in his tracks.
If it were before yesterday, he would definitely choose himself without hesitation.
However, after witnessing those tall granaries rising from the ground like a miracle, the old man now knows that he can no longer use his original experience to examine the matters arranged by this magical little princess.
She said it would take a month to build a city, but she could!
She said she could fill those ten granaries, and she could definitely do it!
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"Everyone, get moving, plow the land first, and then sow seeds!" the old man gave the order, and everyone took action.
These immigrants were originally residents of the south bank of Nanchuan, mainly farmers. They were naturally familiar with things like sowing on cultivated land. Although they had doubts in their hearts, they still followed their words.
With more people and greater strength, the large fertile land on the shore was quickly plowed and evenly sprinkled with seeds.
When everyone stopped busy, a carriage had already arrived at the edge of the field.
Chu Tianjiao got off the carriage, walked to the shore with several maids, and stopped beside Zhu Qinglan, "Everyone, exit the field and prepare your sickles, because you will be very busy in a while!"
After the words fell, she took a breath, closed her eyes slightly, and slowly raised her fingers in her left sleeve.
A ball of green light immediately overflowed from her left sleeve, slowly covering the large area of newly planted farmland like a green mist. People stared curiously at the land in front of them, not daring to imagine what would happen next.
What happened next was unremarkable because almost everyone had seen it before.
What happened next was shocking because almost everyone had never seen it.
Breaking out of the soil, the buds stretched out... What happened next was just an ordinary plant growth, but the speed was unusually fast. In just a blink of an eye, it had grown to the height of a palm, and then continued at an incredible speed.
Pulling up, setting joints, tillering, blooming, and bearing fruit... everyone was stunned as they watched the rice that was still straight toward the sky at first, and then bent its heavy ears toward the earth little by little.
"What are you guys doing standing still? Harvest immediately!" It wasn't until Zhu Qinglan's voice came out from the special loudspeaker that everyone finally reacted, waving the sickles in their hands and pounced on the boundless golden rice fields.
"Old man, how many warehouses are these rice enough for?!" Chu Tianjiao asked in a weak voice to the old man beside him.
"This rice is very full. According to the villain's guess, ten granaries may not be able to hold it!" the old man replied respectfully.
"So, my mission is accomplished!" Chu Tianjiao raised his lips with satisfaction, but his body fell weakly to the ground and sat down.