Reclaiming Wasteland: Carefree Mountain Farmer

Chapter 53 Rules
The caravan didn't return to the village until three or four in the afternoon.

At the village entrance, several children and women were working and chatting.

"Mother! The clan chief is back!"

Several children playing at the village entrance spotted the procession a few hundred meters away and started shouting.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Song, who was weaving baskets, looked up and stood up to look at the procession in the distance.

The distance was too far, and Aunt Song couldn't see clearly.

Beyond fifty meters, visibility becomes very blurry.

Within 100 meters is the range of an archer's shot, which is already quite far in real life.

"Is it the clan leader?"

Aunt Song seemed to have some unpleasant memories and was somewhat afraid of anyone entering the village.

Another elderly woman working nearby looked at the group and said with a smile, "They look like it."

Aunt Song kept watching, not letting those people slowly approach, but constantly trying to confirm their identities.

Once they got a little closer, the nearby children happily ran over.

"Clan leader!"

The children had already run a hundred meters away to greet them. These children all knew that as long as they bought the pot, they could eat a big pot meal!

Beijiwu, who was riding a horse, felt his buttocks chafing against the horse's back and looked unhappy.

Several children ran over and shouted at Beijiwu, "Chieftain!"

"Clan leader!"

"Clan leader!"

The children kept calling out, as if calling for their parents, waiting for Arctic Warrior to respond.

Arctic Warrior shouted, "Shut up! Get lost!"

The children and teenagers quickly quieted down, no longer daring to look at this man who wasn't much older than them but could make their parents cry.

Bei Gong Dingbian and the others followed obediently, without angering the clan chief.

Even if it was their own son or brother who was being bullied, these people would obediently remain silent and dare not fight back.

As Beijiwu approached the village entrance, a group of elderly women stared at it.

Arctic Martial cursed, "You bunch of women have no manners at all! I've been working myself to the bone outside, and when I come back, you don't even bother to greet me!"

The group of old women couldn't understand what Beijiwu was saying, but they could clearly sense that Beijiwu was unhappy and taking his anger out on them.

Facing a group of trembling old women, Beijiwu coldly rebuked them: "From now on, when you see me, you must kneel and bow! Kneel now! Otherwise, I'll dismount!"

Everyone instinctively knelt down, afraid that Beijiwu would jump off his horse and chase after them to beat them.

"Grandpa Chief!"

Aunt Beigong, Aunt Song, and others knelt down and kowtowed to Beijiwu to greet him.

Arctic Warrior retorted, "Don't try to get on my good side. Just call me Chieftain when you see me! Calling me Grandpa in private is your job!"

"Who made it possible for you to eat meat? Who made it possible for you to live an honest and law-abiding life? It was me!"

"You kneel and kowtow, that's what you're supposed to do. If you want to have enough to eat and live a peaceful life, kneeling and kowtowing isn't enough. You should be obedient and do what you're supposed to do."

"Remember this: you kowtow for yourselves, and respecting me is your duty. Before you feel wronged, take a piss and see what kind of people you are!"

Bei Gong Dingbian was also riding his horse beside Bei Ji Wu at this time. However, seeing his mother kneeling before Bei Ji Wu and listening to Bei Ji Wu cursing, he seemed to be used to it and could not feel any sense of humiliation.

In the beginning, being beaten felt humiliating, and I would rather die than kneel down.

Later, he knelt down, and his whole family knelt down too.

Now, with Beiji Wu ordering his mother to kneel, Beigong Dingbian couldn't quite describe his feelings. He certainly wasn't happy, but he couldn't bring himself to hate her either.

It's like being used to the dominance of the Arctic military, just like how one's parents greet their superiors, or how a family greets military officers.

Beijiwu is now a military officer, and everyone in the village is just trying to make a living by following in his footsteps.

Beijiwu rode his horse into the village.

"Each of you take a pot home. I'll take two of the remaining ten pots from my home, and the other eight will be taken to the canteen warehouse so the villagers can install them!"

"The pot will be deducted from your work points. Today, the canteen will serve three bowls of porridge and three steamed buns per person. Children, go and collect firewood. From now on, you will eat in the canteen three times a day!"

“Every household except for the sick and the young children had to work. The women wove cloth and braided ropes, or gathered bottles, jars and baskets that could be used in the village, while the children went to collect firewood.”

After giving a few brief instructions, Beijiwu added, "Keep these two cattle and horses here in the mess hall. Assign someone to take care of them. If they run away or starve, I'll hold you accountable!"

Beijiwu didn't want to work too hard himself, so he left the cooking pots, cattle, and horses at the granary and canteen, letting others raise them for him.

Beigong Dingbian said happily, "Don't worry, clan chief. Many people in our village know how to raise horses and cattle. I'll have my wife raise horses and cattle, and I guarantee there won't be any problems!"

The elderly women kneeling on the ground all looked up at the cattle and horses in the procession, and many of them noticed that there were more cattle and horses returning this time!

Both cattle and horses are large livestock and excellent draft animals.

With two more cows and two more horses, clearing land will be much easier!
After Beijiwu drove the oxcart away with the quilts, clothes, and two iron pots, the rest of the people got up and looked at the harvest on the oxcart.

A child pointed to the piece of wood with iron on it on the oxcart, "Grandma! This is a plow!"

Looking at the brand-new farm implements lying on the cart, Aunt Beigong exclaimed excitedly, "It's a plow! It's a plow!"

Iron pot, oxen and horses, plow.

At this moment, the villagers walked together toward the dining hall.

The village's canteen, school, and granary were not in the same place, but as the villagers became familiar with and accepted the functions of these places, a concept called "public" quickly emerged.

Public property belongs to the clan chief, Beijiwu, and is also a good place for Beijiwu to give to the others.

No one was angry about the need to raise cattle and horses for Arctic Wu.

The imperial court also levied similar taxes, requiring villages to pay money to raise horses for the court.

This kind of thing is very common, and since Arctic Martial Arts School provides meals, it's only right that everyone helps out with some work.

After Beijiwu arrived home, Li Bing and the other girls led the cow into the yard to rest, while Li Hong, Jiang Rong, and Gao Conglian helped Beijiwu into the house to rest.

After Bei Jiwu played with the young women and wives in the house, Li Hong and the girls carried the bedding off the oxcart and headed towards the house.

At this moment, Beiji Wu had already taken off his clothes and Gao Conglian, who was still not completely naked, lay on the bed.

Everyone looked at the shameless Beijiwu, and Xiulan took the initiative to ask:

"Sir, where should I put this quilt?"

"Just find a place to put them; four quilts are enough for us for the winter."

Beijiwu touched the woman's beating heart, a faint smile on his face.

Li Hong said, "Two or three beds will be enough. I'll air them out tomorrow. Today, Sister Rong and I made a lot of mud bricks. Once they're dried, we'll build a kang (heated brick bed) in the next room."

Beijiwu looked at the house next door, with the kitchen and main room behind him, and a newly built room opposite.

The front yard now has eight rooms, an increase of five rooms from the original three.

The west bedroom was combined into two rooms to serve as the future living space for his wife and children, while a long storage room was added next to the toilet on the east side.

Two long rooms were built on both sides of the courtyard wall; the west wing was for living, and the east wing was for children to study in the future.

The cattle will stay in the house for now, until a new production team commune is built and the cattle will be raised collectively.

The villagers still have to work for Arctic Martial Arts, there's always work to be done.

(End of this chapter)