Courtyard House: Passing through the Silly Pillar, Activating the Blessed Cave Heaven

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By placing one seed every foot, He Yuzhu completed the sowing work in no time.

After the paddy fields were filled with water, he re-planned the course of the stream, sealed the inlet tightly, and casually grabbed some Jingxi rice seeds and scattered them into the water.

When it came time to sow wheat, he was at a loss and finally had to imitate the method of planting corn, except that he put two more wheat seeds in each hole.

Looking at the neatly arranged fields, he suddenly thought of the farm tools needed for harvesting, such as sickles, threshing machines, winnowing fans, stone rollers, rice hullers, and stone mills. He couldn't help but frown—it would cost a lot of money to acquire these things, and all the farm work would have to be done by himself, which seemed exhausting.

He shook his head, picked up a shovel, and planned to switch to planting pasture.

In an era lacking machinery, farming by hand was far too arduous.

Walking to the south side of the lake, passing through the five gate towers, at the end of the steps stand two stone sculptures whose original appearance is no longer discernible.

He Yuzhu scattered alfalfa and foxtail grass seeds along the stream beside the waterfall, and finally, the wind carried the last handful of seeds into the air.

Looking at the barren land before him, he thought to himself: if it weren't the dead of winter in Beiping, he could go to the outskirts to dig up some wild grass, or go into the mountains to find some saplings to plant.

After planting all the seeds, he prepared to put on his clothes and return to the real world, but he wondered when this blessed land would be able to regain its vitality.

He Yuzhu returned to his room, retrieved his clothes, and headed straight for the Wuji Palace.

He hadn't finished practicing the Eight Pieces of Brocade every day. Standing in the hall, he first performed it completely once, then sat on the Enlightenment Stone, closed his eyes, carefully recalled the key points of each movement, and then practiced it again.

After finishing his practice, he felt full of energy, so he climbed to the top of the mountain and drank a lot of sweet spring water.

After tidying up, a thought popped into his head, and he returned home.

Seeing the clock hands point to 3:47, He Yuzhu pondered to himself: the flow of time in this blessed land is the same as in the real world, unlike some novels where the interior of the space can accelerate crop growth.

The crops here still follow the laws of natural growth, and fortunately the climate remains stable, so two to three harvests can be made a year.

With this land, solving the problem of food and clothing is naturally not a problem, but where will the initial start-up capital come from?

Lying on the bed, He Yuzhu stared at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts.

Now that Beiping is still under the control of the Kuomintang, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration—after the victory of the war, those officials in charge of receiving supplies all lined their own pockets and made a fortune.

With the convenience of the blessed land and cave heaven for storing things, safes, secret rooms and the like are no problem for him.

While others have to go through the trouble of picking locks and moving things to steal, he can simply take the entire cabinet away.

He thought of Station Master Wu of Tianjin Station, who made his fortune by reselling goods and even accepted valuable items like Stypunk cars, which were worth two hundred taels of gold.

In a place as prosperous as Beiping, there must be many more corrupt officials, and their wealth must be even greater.

Time flies, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Like a diligent mouse, He Yuzhu transplanted the bean seeds from his home to the grotto-heaven paradise one after another.

The crops planted earlier have already sprouted, and the barren land is gradually being covered with a new green.