Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

Miao Zhiming left, and sent someone to deliver a message to Chengcheng.

Bai Li, having settled Bing's affairs, went to the farmland.

The area is already planted with countless wheat plants. Farmers, armed with bone meal, hoes, and wheat seeds, are fertilizing and harvesting the wheat as they work to promote ripening.

In just a short while, the harvested wheat had already piled up into several heaps three or four meters high.

This is even when farmers are not cultivating the land at full capacity.

Even in modern times, MC's productivity is completely incomparable.

As I said before, wheat that ripens every seven days and doesn't require much fertilizer, what can compare to it?

With just a command from Bai Li, the output could instantly increase several times over.

However, there is no need for that.

Despite his seemingly busy schedule, for him, building itself is a joy, and he reaps the rewards of accomplishment and happiness.

Why rush them when you're always thinking about having fun?

Seeing the genuine smiles on the villagers' faces, Bai Li was also very happy.

Society should be like this.

Perhaps, this is also the meaning of my coming into this era.

Moreover, Chengcheng is already saturated and has no spare capacity to continue taking over.

Those wealthy merchants and local gentry had no real power.

They were completely crushed.

We can't possibly buy all the wheat we need, except for what we use daily.

A shepherd's tools include scissors, which can be used to shear wool and cut leaves at the same time.

Some of these leaves were used to make bone meal in compost bins, while the rest were put into boxes.

Now, with the increase in the number of people changing jobs, all sorts of basic blocks are being collected and put into chests.

Bai Li no longer needs to worry about obtaining materials; she can simply take them out of the box and focus on creating the wonders she likes.

Among the farmers bending over to fertilize, Bai Li suddenly spotted a familiar figure.

"Liu Wusan, come here for a moment," Bai Li said with a smile.

Liu Wusan hurried over, cupped his hands, and asked, "Young Master Bai, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Distribute these leaves," Bai Li explained, piling the three sets of leaves on the ground. "Putting these leaves in the water will prevent them from freezing."

That's just how it is.

Anyway, it won't freeze even if you add it!

Water is not a necessary condition for wheat growth; wheat will only stop growing when it is deprived of light.

However, with water, wheat can grow faster.

"Yes, Young Master Bai!"

Although I don't know why adding leaves prevents freezing, if Young Master Bai says it's okay, then it's okay!

They don't need to understand.

What is common sense?

What Young Master Bai said, well, that's common sense!

Liu Wusan called to the other farmers to carry the leaves to the water source in the wheat field.

Bai Li also saw an old acquaintance.

The first farmer was Liu Ping, a simple and honest man!

Why isn't this guy training with Wei Shi? Why is he still in this field?

Bai Li stared at Liu Ping, who was harvesting wheat, with a puzzled look on her face.

Perhaps sensing the gaze, Liu Ping looked up and saw Bai Li, his eyes lighting up.

Bai Li waved to him, signaling him to come over.

Liu Ping carefully placed the hoe on the ground, as if it were a precious treasure, afraid of damaging it.

Then he took off running, came to a sudden stop, stood up straight, and scratched his head at Bai Li: "Young Master Bai, what brings you here?"

"Why are you training with Wei Shi here instead of in this place?" Bai Li asked in confusion.

"I'm a farmer," Liu Ping said cheerfully, pointing to his straw hat. "After training, I thought I'd come over and dig in the soil, otherwise I always feel like something's missing."

"And after everyone else finishes training, they also help pick up grass, leaves, and other debris and put them in the sacred bucket."

In other words, are the militia teams still not fully demobilized?

A year has passed, and even those who joined the latest have had several months of rest.

Eggs are plentiful, and meat can be eaten freely.

Your body should be almost fully recovered by now!

Physical training can now begin.

"Liu Ping, come with me, we're going to the military camp!" Bai Li said slowly, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

Three hundred soldiers in leather breastplates, and one hundred crossbowmen.

Our own first army!

……

Meanwhile, some people are not feeling well.

Fan Yong'an's smile had vanished; he wore a stern face and paced back and forth in the courtyard, muttering to himself.

"That can't be right, that doesn't make sense either, how come the flour hasn't sold out yet!"

Every now and then, he would look up and gaze sadly at the pile of flour that filled half the yard, sighing repeatedly.

There are too many, really too many!

Where did they get so much flour?

You should know that he's not the only place in Chengcheng that sells flour.

Other stores are only buying more aggressively; it's been months and they still haven't sold out!

The Fan family's money is almost gone, yet that little shop is still selling!

"No, it can't be that the flour from those cultists just fell from the sky," Fan Yong'an murmured.

"Husband, don't worry," Wang Shi comforted him, "They can't possibly still have flour. Maybe they're just putting on a brave face."

Fan Yong'an sighed and said dejectedly, "But it's been so long, our courtyard is almost full of them."

"Things will turn around. Besides, it's not like we can't sell this flour."

Wang smiled charmingly, leaned closer to Fan Yong'an, took his hand, gently stroked it, and whispered, "I recently learned a dance."

As she spoke, she gently bit Fan Yong'an's earlobe and blew a breath: "Husband, shall we go back to our room?"

Fan Yong'an's breathing became heavy. He stared at Wang Shi, a hint of evil fire flashing in his eyes.

"Father, Father!" came the shouts.

Damn it!

Fan Yong'an was startled; his good deed had been interrupted, and his temper flared up!

He strode over and slapped her twice across the face, shouting, "What kind of behavior is this, yelling and shouting like that!"

His face burned, but the servant dared not say a word or cover his face. He immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically until his forehead was red: "Father, I was wrong. I shouldn't have shouted. Father, please forgive me this time!"

"Tell me first, what's the matter?" Fan Yong'an asked coldly.

If it's even the smallest thing... then don't expect to have an easy time.

The servant said tremblingly, "Father, the shop is almost out of flour!"

"Which one?" Fan Yong'an asked, startled and unsure.

The servant stammered, "Yes, yes, it's the family you told me to keep an eye on!"

"Great! Great!!!" Fan Yong'an was refreshed and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Even the servant who had ruined his plans seemed much more pleasing to the eye: "Very good, get up, well done!"

The servant was overjoyed and kowtowed several times to thank Fan Yong'an for his generosity.

Even so, from the very beginning, it was Fan Yong'an who told him to report immediately if anything happened.

Who told him he was just a household slave?

"Shall I speak?" Wang said softly.

"Madam, please rest for now, I'll be right back!"

Fan Yong'an nodded and rushed out of the courtyard.

Staring at his retreating figure, Wang's smile froze instantly, turning her expressionless. She lazily turned around and went back into her room.

"Young Master Bai, Immortal Lord Bai?" Madam Wang muttered, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes: "I wonder if the message has been sent out yet."

She took out a box from a hidden place, opened it, and took out a talisman.

He straightened his back, crossed his arms in front of his chest, closed his eyes, and silently recited the mantra.

The talisman had eight characters written on it.

Eternal Mother

Vacuum Homeland