Xianyu Infrastructure, I have a lot of troops in my hands

The imperial court encouraged land reclamation, so the reporting process was very fast.

However, one day Xie Xian got the deed to the land she wanted.

outside the city.

"I heard that what they planted was not grain, but something called cotton. Who knows?" someone said uncertainly.

"It doesn't matter what you plant, as long as there is work to do," and there are many people who sign up to open up wasteland here.

With the arrival of the road construction team, they compacted the roads, dug ditches, and finally divided the fields into pieces.

With iron tools, everyone's efficiency improved. Deep plowing of wasteland is of course indispensable to the magical curved plow. With just one ox, the depth can be easily controlled.

Suddenly, the work efficiency increased rapidly, and everyone who thought Xie Xian didn't know much about farming was surprised.

In less than a month, the entire terrain had undergone a planned transformation and was already resembling the farmland of later generations.

With the help of Chu Mo and his team, the lime mine in the mountains was found. Xie Xian was overjoyed. The place was not far away, just near Qionglou Pavilion.

Now that we have a natural disinfectant, we need to improve the soil quality of the fields.

Xie Xian waved her hand and dug along the edge of the field. Then a deep ditch meandered through the field.

The fields were leveled from high to low, and then irrigated and flushed. This deep ditch can often be seen in saline-alkali areas in later generations. Xie Xian's hometown has one, called the Alkali Drainage Canal.

The soil around Blackstone is too alkaline and has too high a salt content. Soil salinization will seriously affect crop growth and reduce soil productivity.

So this is the fundamental reason why the land here is barren.

As Xie Xian's plan progressed step by step, people became increasingly confused about her intentions.

"What's going on? This is the second time of irrigation!" An old man with a dark face squatted on the edge of the field, looking worriedly at the busy crowd in the distance.

"How would I know? The way the Lady of the Xie family reclaimed the land is really incomprehensible. She has been scraping the soil over and over again until it has become hairy."

When Xie Xian leveled the land for the first time and everyone thought that was the end, Xie Xian used a dump truck to water all the land even when there was nothing on the ground.

Everyone was confused. "Hey! There's nothing in the field. Why water it? It's still too early for spring irrigation."

Then something magical happened. After watering and drying the land for a few days, Xie Xian had the land plowed again. The soil was deeply plowed for the second time and watered.

“How many times has this happened?” The village elders who had been digging in the fields all their lives were confused. Did they need to perform rituals to reclaim the land?

The old farmer squatting nearby said leisurely: "This is the third time. I really don't understand it!"

Wei Laosan's family was the first to try the land composting method in the early years. He started composting early and applied a wave of fertilizer before the autumn harvest, thus harvesting 20% ​​more corn. He had a blind trust in the daughter of the Xie family.

I heard that the lady was reclaiming land, so she dragged her brothers to squat on the edge of the field every day hoping to learn a little bit.

There were a lot of people coming at the beginning, but when Xie Xian started to water the plants for the second time, a large number of people left.

Who would like to be here in such a cold weather and blow the cold wind? Wouldn’t it be nice to lie on the kang?

"I'm going back first! Don't call me tomorrow!" Wei Laosan's younger brother said with some disgust on his face.

Wei Laosan is an expert in the fields. Ever since he heard that Nvjun was reclaiming wasteland, he has been obsessed with it and insisted on coming to see it. He has been doing it every day for almost half a month. Everyone in the village says that he is just wasting time.

The biting cold wind made Wei Laosan's dark face hurt.

Looking at his brother's receding back, he was speechless. From hundreds of people watching at the beginning, but in just half a month, he was the only one left on the black cinder road.

Wei Laosan rubbed his frozen arms, firmly believing that the lady must have done this for a purpose.

Not far from him, Ze Yue, who was in charge of supervision, looked at the ground beneath his feet with an expressionless face.

Since he joined the second house, he did have a good time at the beginning, but because he did not leave a good impression at the beginning, the management rights of the refugee camp in his hands were soon replaced by a small manager who was promoted from below.

If it weren't for his wife's increasingly high position, Ze Yue would have suspected that Xie Xian was taking revenge on him.

But after several primary school examinations, Zeyue found that he really had no talent for mathematics, so he decisively applied for a transfer from the manager position.

When he heard about Nujun's land reclamation, he thought that he had more than 20 years of farming experience and should be able to do it well. However, he could not understand the land reclamation plan proposed by Xie Xian at all.

He took out the notebook in his hand, which recorded all the steps written by Xie Xian. When he came out, he promised Xie Xian that he would strictly follow the requirements.

He used his feet to push at the darkening yellow soil on the ground, seeming to be thinking about something.

"Boss, this soil looks different." A man following behind him ran over from a distance. The dustpan in his hand contained soil dug from the other side of the road.

The soil was rough, with obvious gravel and white saline particles, which was significantly different from the fields they had reclaimed and irrigated.

"It seems to be really different! Is there such a big difference just by filling the water a few times?" He didn't know what he was thinking about, and walked towards the deep ditch.

"Hey, Mr. Zeyue, what are you looking at?" Seeing his excitement, the others followed him.

A group of people stood at the edge of the deep pit, looking into the ditch that was four or five meters deep. "Hey, there's water at the bottom of the ditch. Why is it white?"

They had dug this deep ditch and even built the ridge next to it. No one had ever irrigated the ditch, but after watering the fields twice, a shallow layer of yellow water appeared in the ditch.

"Let's go down and take a look," said a curious person and jumped down. The ditch was a deep V-shape. Although the two sides were steep, an adult could climb up after walking a few more steps.

One of them jumped down and stepped on it a few times. "This is the same yellow water as in the mud on rainy days. It's just a little shallower. It's strange that it hasn't rained in the past few days. Where did the water come from? Could it be that the water in the field leaked down?"

After the two men came up, everyone checked the road around the deep ditch carefully again. Because they were reclaiming land and the soil was turned deeply, even if there was a heavy flood, the water would not flow out of the field.

Ze Yue stood at the edge of the field, always feeling that something was wrong. When everyone couldn't find anything, they went back.

There must be a deeper meaning behind these steps taken by Xie Xian. Although Xie Xian did not explain it, experienced farmers could see the changes in the soil.

"Hey, Erdan, why are your legs white?" Someone noticed something was wrong.

The young man who had just reached the bottom of the ditch also felt something was wrong at this moment. He grimaced and said, "My leg is stung."

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly gathered around. Ze Yue squatted down and touched the glowing white skin, leaving a mark that was in sharp contrast to the black and yellow color of his calf.

"This is, white alkali?"