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"Hey, scholar, I heard you've been doing well lately, reaping quite a harvest. Brother, let me see."

Niu Bi, a good-for-nothing in the village, has done plenty of petty theft and never works. His father died early, leaving him with only his mother who spoils him. Years ago, his family seemed to have made some money in business, and with his mother's pampering, he has become so idle. However, like Zhou Wu, his family's fortunes have declined since the death of the breadwinner. Now, his mother raises silkworms every day to earn a meager income.

"Get off."

Zhou Wu didn't want to have too much contact with Niu Bi, that rascal, but things rarely went as planned.

"Oh, scholar, you've grown wings and dare to talk to me like that now."

Seeing that his gentle approach wasn't working, Niu Bi immediately dropped his smile and put on a fierce and menacing look.

"Who do you think you are? How am I supposed to talk to you? You'd better get lost before I lose my temper."

Zhou Wu didn't tolerate him. He gripped the sword at his waist. The more cowardly this guy was, the more arrogant he became.

"Hehe, okay, okay, okay."

Seeing that Zhou Wu had changed from his usual timid self, as if he were a different person, and noticing that the other was fully armed, Niu Bi forced a few laughs, said a few words of approval, and left. Zhou Wu thought it was just a minor incident and didn't take it to heart.

Back home, Zhou Wu told Li Baiwei about the land issue.

. . . . . .

The next morning, the village head brought two people to measure the land for Zhou Wu.

"Mr. Muramasa, please come in quickly."

Zhou Wu greeted them with a smile; since they had come for his own business, he naturally wanted to treat them warmly.

"Scholar, please don't be so polite. Let's get to work."

The village head was also thinking that he should finish the work as soon as possible. After all, he had asked two villagers to help him today, and they would have to go back to their own fields later, so he didn't want to delay them too much.

"Lord Muramasa, what are you saying? It's so early in the morning, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Brother, please sit down. Bai Wei, Bai Wei."

While Zhou Wu was forcibly pulling He Cunzheng and two villagers to sit down, he called out to Bai Wei. Bai Wei, who was busy in the kitchen, immediately ladled out several bowls of meat porridge from the pot when she heard Zhou Wu's voice.

"Gulu~"

Three large bowls of meat porridge filled the room, their aroma making one's mouth water. Zhou Wu's guess was correct; the three members of the Muramasa family hadn't eaten breakfast that morning, mainly because their strength didn't allow it.

"I'm sorry, we don't have much to offer at home, so please make do with Muramasa and your two brothers. Don't be shy, start eating."

Plain rice and meat porridge—that's what Chinese New Year is all about. Even many families in the village might not be able to afford it.

Since the village chief didn't speak, the two villagers who had come with him didn't dare to move and could only secretly glance at the village chief.

"Since the scholar is so hospitable, everyone should eat. After you finish eating, please help the scholar with his work."

"Eh?"

The village chief gave the order, and the group immediately set up their bowls and chopsticks, sat down at the table, and began to eat. The only sound in the house was the soft rustling of people drinking porridge.

"Scholar, your porridge is too thick. You're wasting money."

Although Muramasa was lecturing Zhou Wu, his actions were no slower than those of the young man next to him.

Farmers usually don't eat much oily food and their meals are thin, so today's porridge was particularly thick. However, this was precisely what Zhou Wu had specially arranged for Li Baiwei to prepare. Since he was already hosting her, he naturally wanted to do his best.

After finishing a large bowl of thick meat porridge, the three of them felt energized for work. When measuring the land, the village head tried to select the best fields to measure, and the two villagers who helped also held the measuring tape high. Indeed, people are more inclined to accept favors when they are paid.

"Scholar, the measurements are done. According to the laws of our Great Dragon, each registered villager is entitled to five mu of land. Your family consists of just you and your wife, so that's ten mu in total. The measurements are all taken here; these are all top-quality fields. If you see no problem, then sign and put your fingerprint on the document."

The land in the Great Dragon Empire is divided into superior, medium, and inferior grades, also known as high-quality, good, and ordinary land. Generally, land is allocated by matching one mu of superior land with two mu of medium and inferior land. However, the village head directly gave Zhou Wu ten mu of superior land, so it seems that the deer leg was not given away for nothing.

The village chief produced a contract. As long as Zhou Wu signed and sealed it, the land would be officially recognized. Moreover, the village chief not only provided high-quality land but also included Li Baiwei in the agreement.

"Lord Muramasa, are we counting as two people?"

Logically speaking, although Li Baiwei moved into Zhou Wu's house, her household registration was not in Niujia Village. In fact, Zhou Wu never inquired about where Li Baiwei's household registration was. Therefore, Li Baiwei was not actually entitled to land in Niujia Village.

"Look at what you're saying. Why doesn't your wife count? In a couple of days, I'll report to the higher-ups and get her household registration sorted out. That will be considered her official household registration in our Niujia Village."

The village headman waved his hand, indicating to Zhou Wu not to worry. Although the position of village headman was not very lucrative these days, he actually wielded considerable power. Not to mention settling down, even migrants without household registration could be settled by the village headman.

"Thank you, Lord Muramasa, thank you."

Li Baiwei's household registration and the extra land she received were truly unexpected joys, prompting Zhou Wu to express his gratitude repeatedly. As he was leaving, Zhou Wu secretly slipped a string of cash (one hundred coins) to the village head. The village head initially wanted to refuse, but because there were two villagers present, Zhou Wu had no choice but to force him to accept it.

After seeing the three off, Li Baiwei came out from the inner room.

"Do we really have our own land now?"

"Yes, a full ten acres of high-quality farmland. The village head said he'll also resolve your household registration issue at the same time."

"Wow, that's great."

In fact, her household registration had always been a source of anxiety for Li Baiwei. Due to some special circumstances, her original household registration could not be made public, so she had never told Zhou Wu about it. Fortunately, Zhou Wu had never asked her about her household registration.

"You were complaining about having nothing to do just a couple of days ago, but you'll be busy from now on."

"Hehe, it's good to be busy. I like being busy. If I'm idle all day, I'm like someone who just eats rice for free."

Li Baiwei wasn't afraid of hard work, but she was afraid of being a caged bird, staying at home all day doing nothing. So at this moment, she was already planning what to plant on her land, even though she had never farmed before.

"Zhou Lang, what do you think we should do? Grow grains, or maybe some vegetables or something?"

"It's too late to plant grain now, but if we hurry, we should still be able to plant vegetables."

When Zhou Wu was a child, he often helped his family with farming, so farm work was no problem for him at all.

"Vegetables are good too. I haven't had cabbage in a long time, and radishes too."

Li Baiwei was speaking enthusiastically, but Zhou Wu felt uncomfortable listening to her. It seemed that Li Baiwei's life at home was even worse than he had imagined, but in reality, Zhou Wu might just be overthinking things.

"I'll go to Uncle Zhang's tomorrow to buy some seeds, and then we'll plant them."

"Um"

In Zhou Wu's memory, the Great Dragon Empire did not have many varieties of vegetables, probably similar to the Tang Dynasty in his own time.