At the beginning of the mass grave, I took the villain to open up wasteland and farm

Father Erqing just mentioned this matter yesterday, and he put it into action today. Sure enough, men who have reached the high position of regent have different ideological consciousness, and their action and courage are first-class.

"I'll draw it for you."

Chang Ning picked up a piece of bamboo, and was about to draw circles on the ground when Han Mingyuan grabbed his wrist.

He snatched the bamboo from Chang Ning's hand and stuffed her with a wooden stick, "The bamboo has sharp edges, be careful not to cut your hands."

This meticulous action made Chang Ning's heart skip a beat, and he looked at him with more affection.

Resisting the throbbing in her heart, she drew a circle around the hut.

She plans to build another side house next to the thatched hut as a utility room or to raise pigs, and a rough space must be reserved.

Han Mingyuan began to erect piles along the field she had drawn.

It’s just that bamboo chips are not strong enough, so a wooden stake is usually placed in the middle of the fence every few meters, which can increase the firmness of the fence. After all, wild boars are very aggressive, and ordinary fences can’t stop them.

One end of the stake has been sharpened by the bamboo forest, but there is no hammer at home, Chang Ning asked, "How about I ask the village chief to borrow it?"

Han Mingyuan smiled proudly, "No, I have a way to nail it in."

After saying those words, Han Mingyuan supported the wood with his left hand, and turned his right palm to accumulate energy. He saw the dead leaves on the ground move in the wind, and a wave of twisted air swam between Han Mingyuan's palms.

In the next second, he slapped it with all his might.

There was a muffled sound, and the stake was instantly buried a foot into the ground.

Han Mingyuan withdrew his palm and let out a mouthful of turbid air. He couldn't control his internal energy because he hadn't exercised for too long.

"Well, I missed it. I'll pull it out and shoot again." Han Mingyuan smiled awkwardly, and then stretched out his hand to pull out the stake.

Chang Ning secretly swallowed, thinking guiltyly, if that palm had been slapped on her celestial cap just now, it might have shattered her brains.

Thinking of the few wild rabbits whose brains were smashed by him with stones earlier, Chang Ning felt that it is better not to treat Han Mingyuan too harshly when necessary.

For example, give him a little pocket money appropriately?

"Well, you do it again?"

The brief panic was finally driven by curiosity, and Chang Ning ordered Han Mingyuan to continue.

Han Mingyuan saw that she was full of interest, and there was still a little admiration in her eyes, and she felt a little ashamed for a moment, coyly picked up a wooden stick, and put another wooden stake at a distance of two meters.

Chang Ning went forward and grabbed the wooden stake to pull it up, but the wooden stake didn't move at all. She looked at Han Mingyuan and praised, "It's amazing, it's quite amazing!"

Her strength is no longer weak, even she can't pull it out, one can imagine how deep the piercing is.

It was rare for Han Mingyuan to experience the elation of being praised to the sky, as if he was happier than being respected by the soldiers when he won a battle when he was young.

When Han Mingyuan first entered the battlefield, he had seen enough of this kind of adoring gaze, and then because of his reputation for killing and killing, people no longer looked at him with admiration, only trepidation.

Seeing this pure admiration now, it actually reminds me of the arrogance of my youth.

At that time, he was unrestrained and unrestrained, riding his horse and singing long songs, not afraid of the treacherous situation in the court, not afraid of the ever-changing battlefield, so he retreated 13 enemies on the Nanban battlefield and beheaded [-] generals. What a glorious scene!
Given the age gap between him and Chang Ning, she was only eight years old at that time!
If she could witness with her own eyes how proud she used to be, she wouldn't be fooled by Long Xiang, a man who only plays tricks on the emperor's mind!

Unfortunately, time waits for no one.

When Han Mingyuan was recalling the glory of the past, Chang Ning held a wooden stake beside him and patted Han Mingyuan's appearance twice.

Han Mingyuan took the wooden stake from her hand, and said dotingly: "I'll come!"

Chang Ning was a little resentful, and asked, "How long have you practiced to reach this level?"

"I have been practicing martial arts since I was three years old."

Chang Ning rested his cheeks, remembering that the book described that Han Mingyuan entered the military camp at the age of 13, and became the high-ranking regent at the age of 23. He served as regent for five years, which means that he should be 28 now.

"You have practiced martial arts for 25 years?" Chang Ning said in surprise, "Do you think I still have a chance?"

Han Mingyuan took a look at her, and chose to tell the truth: "You have already missed the best time to practice martial arts. If you start practicing now, you won't gain much."

"Slightly disappointed, but thank you for speaking up."

Things like internal strength require a lot of time and energy, and Chang Ning doesn't have that much time to farm.

What's more, even if she has no internal strength, she is not a person who is powerless.

Since she couldn't help much, Chang Ning didn't bother Han Mingyuan's work, so she went back to make her meal silently.

Han Mingyuan's internal strength is really deep, he laid more than a dozen stakes in a row as if nothing happened, and then started to plant fences without stopping.

The fence needs to be crossed and inserted into the soil, and then tied together with hemp rope in the middle. It seems not difficult, but it will take some effort to tie hundreds of them.

Chang Ning felt that the decision to save Han Mingyuan was very correct, at least this man's workforce can catch up with several of hers.

Especially when his body recovered, his physical fitness was so strong that even the two cows in Yang Fan's family could not keep up.

Han Mingyuan stopped halfway to have lunch, and continued to fence in the afternoon, and did not finish all the work until the sun fell.

Looking at the small yard that has just taken shape, it is much more pleasing to the eye than when they first moved in.

Chang Ning used the remaining bamboo slices to enclose a small area in the corner of the yard, and planned to plant some onions and garlic, so that they could be used when cooking in the future.

The next day, Chang Ning and Han Mingyuan got up early to collect the leftover spinach.

As soon as he arrived in the field, Chang Ning felt something was wrong.

"what happened?"

Seeing her in a daze, Han Mingyuan asked aloud.

"There are fewer dishes!"

She has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, so the distance between the pits is only a few millimeters apart when planting. Like spinach, if there is a hole in the middle of a vegetable, it is easy to see if there is one missing in the middle.

Looking at the vegetable field now, there are at least twenty trees missing.

"It must have been stolen by someone in the village. Do you want to tell the village chief?"

Chang Ning thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, someone in the village probably wanted to try it, so they picked it at night, and it's all from the neighbors, so it's okay to pick a little bit."

This kind of thing happens from time to time in the countryside. It is common to secretly pick vegetables and melons in other people's fields. As long as it is not too much, the owner will not particularly pursue it.

Moreover, there is no monitoring, so it is troublesome to investigate.

"You should think clearly." Han Mingyuan reminded: "People's greed is endless."

"That's all for this time, if there is another time, I will never tolerate it!"

Chang Ning stretched out his hand to wipe his neck, and said viciously.

Han Mingyuan pursed his lips and remained silent, he always felt that this matter would not be as simple as Chang Ning thought.