Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

If the mountain streams are modified, many more terraced fields can be created.

Chu Chen's plan was to organize everyone to convert most of the dry land into paddy fields after the road was repaired.

By growing rice, at least Mashan Village will have enough to eat, if not everything else.

Inside the space, in a secluded corner, he actually found a half-store selling high-quality seeds.

Why do I say "half a store"? Because this shopping mall is only two kilometers in radius, and the Liangzhong branch is in the most remote place, only half of it, the other half is shrouded in mist.

However, it contains rice seeds, and modern seeds are so much better than those from ancient times.

However, Chu Chen wasn't sure about the specific effects; he'd wait until the road was repaired before making any decisions.

The Lunar New Year is just around the corner, so even if we're in a hurry, we'll wait until after the New Year to talk about it.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

After Zhou Shicai and his team collected salt once, they had to come back next year.

Because in just over twenty days, it will be the Chinese New Year.

This was Chu Chen's first New Year in ancient times, so his family started preparing ten or twenty days in advance.

Zhou Heng also went back with the salt transport team this time.

But during this time of getting to know Chu Chen, he learned a great deal from him.

I originally planned to stay in Mashan Village until the New Year before returning to Kyoto.

Finally, after being persuaded by Zhou Shicai and Fang Shuzhen, they produced the decree from that person.

Only then did they bid farewell to Chu Chen and Mashan Village, and head towards the capital.

The entire Mashan Village was bustling with quiet activity; those working in the salt-making workshops and those repairing roads were busy as always.

Little did they know, several pairs of eyes were quietly watching them from the mountain opposite Mashan Village.

"Go back and report to the Third Master that another large quantity of goods has been shipped out of this village."

A lean man spoke to his companion.

"Those people transporting the goods don't seem to be江湖人士 (jianghu figures, meaning people from the martial arts world), could they be...?"

"Who cares who he is? Now that he's gone, the opportunity has arrived."

After saying that, he led the group back to Green Ox Mountain.

On Qingniu Mountain, a long-bearded man sat on a chair covered with tiger skin.

His explosive muscles exuded power, and he was wearing only a single layer of clothing in the winter.

He was a highly skilled martial artist, and this was Qiu Hai, the leader of the Fierce Tiger Hall of Qingniu Mountain.

At this moment, the people observing Mashan Village were standing at the lower end, respectfully speaking to Qiu Hai.

"Boss, these past few days, Mashan Village has been shipping goods again, seemingly more than last month. It looks like they made a lot of money."

"More than last month? You've actually seen that clearly?"

Qiu Hai asked, frowning.

"Not only that, a strange house has been built in Mashan Village, which is more beautiful than the houses in the city."

The skinny monkey continued, saying that he had been watching Mashan Village for over a month and was naturally confident that he hadn't made a mistake.

It turns out that when Chu Chen first built the villa, he was targeted by this man called Skinny Monkey.

Who would bother hauling so much stone and timber into a remote mountain village?

This is something only wealthy urban families do; it would be too strange for them to go into the villages.

So he took it to heart. Mashan Village was originally Qingniu Mountain's territory, and every year he would go with the third leader to collect the money.

He knew Mashan Village all too well; it was just a village so poor that people couldn't afford to eat.

Unexpectedly, this observation led him to discover a problem, with goods being shipped out for two consecutive months.

And judging from the fact that they're widening the road, there must be some big players involved.

"In that case, Third Brother, take some men and go collect some money to try and get it. Don't act rashly yet, I suspect it's someone from the government."

"We'll find an opportunity to cause some trouble and see how they react."

The third leader immediately nodded: "Don't worry, when have I, the third brother, ever caused trouble? No one in Mashan Village knows me better than me."

After saying that, he headed outside to arrange his men.

Everyone has their own team to manage, and he currently only has about 20 people to offer.

However, for a poor and remote village like Mashan Village, with only about two hundred people, twenty people are more than enough.

The next morning, the third leader led his men in a grand procession toward Mashan Village.

Meanwhile, on the hill behind Mashan Village, a dozen or so men who looked like soldiers were chatting idly.

"Boss, it's been two months and no one has come to relieve us yet. Has the prince forgotten about us?"

"You're such a chatterbox. Just do what I tell you to do."

A burly, bearded man kicked the complaining soldier in the backside.

"Uh, look at us, we're all stuck here in the mountains, our mouths are practically watering. Why don't you take us down the mountain to relax a bit, boss?"

The young soldier got up and said to the man who had kicked him with a smug look on his face.

"Stop talking nonsense and keep an eye on things. If something goes wrong, you'll regret it."

The soldier turned away helplessly, muttering under his breath, "It's been two months, and this place is even more peaceful than the city lord's mansion."

The leading man ignored him, though he himself longed to go down the mountain and relax.

However, the prince gave a strict order that the safety of the workshop in Mashan Village must be protected.

If anything goes wrong, this group of people will probably say goodbye to this world.

When Chu Chen woke up in the morning, he happened to see Feng Er lifting a large stone in the village, so he walked over with great interest.

Although Feng Er worked in the workshop, he still got up early every day to practice hunting techniques.

"Uncle Feng, are you exercising?"

"Hey, Chu boy, why are you up so early too? What's exercise?"

"Um, this kind of exercise is similar to practicing martial arts."

Chu Chen was already used to the explanations of new words, so he answered.

"Hey, I don't call this kung fu. I used to go hunting in the mountains all the time. I haven't been in the mountains for a while, and I'm itching to do this, so I came here to lift some stones."

The moment hunting was mentioned, Chu Chen immediately became interested, as he ate either mutton or pork from his spatial dimension every day.

Although he occasionally asked Tiger to go to Qingniu Town to get some chicken, duck, and fish, it couldn't compare to wild game.

He would occasionally go into the mountains to hunt rabbits or something, but large prey seemed to have disappeared, and he never encountered any again.

"Uncle Feng, how about taking me into the mountains for a stroll sometime?"

Chu Chen asked Feng Er.

"Haha, Chu boy, with your physical strength, that wild boar last time was probably half crippled. Besides, you don't even have a bow for hunting."

Feng Er thought to himself, "You're excellent in other aspects, but when it comes to hunting, you're far from good."

But when Chu Chen heard him say that there was no bow, he said, "Uncle Feng, wait a moment."

So they headed home.

He turned around and now had a composite bow and several arrows in his hands.

"Uncle Feng, take a look at this bow of mine, what do you think?"