Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

Early in the morning, Bai Li saw Miao Zhiming through the door, his neck hunched, looking at the bees working hard in his garden with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

Although some bees were lost a few days ago, it's only the loss of one bee to two flowers. Unfortunately, the number of beehives has not kept up, so the number of bees in the garden has remained at around six.

"Zhiming, is the list almost ready?"

Bai Li pushed open the door and grinned.

"Young Master Bai, please take a look."

Miao Zhiming straightened up and handed the paper in his hand to Bai Li.

At the same time, he briefly recounted everyone's achievements and then stood quietly in place.

"Well done," Bai Li looked up at Miao Zhiming, a thought creeping into her mind.

Why isn't Miao Zhiming's name on this?

Bai Li asked, "Were there any fishermen or anything like that among those people?"

"There are a few who are quite good at fishing," Miao Zhiming replied.

"That works too," Bai Li nodded and said.

Before he arrived, the river had almost dried up, and it was already quite good that there were a few people who knew how to fish.

Anyway, he didn't expect these people to know how to fish. If they could become fishermen, maybe they could catch fish once they had a fishing rod.

For him, skill can be completely compensated for by equipment; anyone with hands can do it.

Even without hands, you can install one!

"Young Master Bai, some people escaped from Liu Family Village last night. As you instructed, the lookouts did not stop them." Miao Zhiming paused and continued, "This morning, when the militiamen found out, they were all indignant and wanted to help us catch those who escaped."

"The atmosphere in the camp is very heavy right now. Everyone is worried that you will blame them and kick them out."

They did escape, as expected.

Bai Li thought to herself.

He had originally thought that it would be a few days later before someone escaped.

Bai Li didn't care about those who ran away.

He knew that the villagers treated him like a god, and the militiamen who stayed in the village did the same.

Bai Li also asked himself if he had ever mistreated these militiamen. As for the limited variety of food, he couldn't help it. He wanted to eat French fries and drink Coke!

Even though the conditions didn't allow it, at least they were fed.

In this situation, the fact that they all wanted to run away shows that something was indeed holding them back.

Bai Li had heard of the military household system in the Ming Dynasty.

If the eldest son dies, the second son takes over; if all the sons die, the father takes over. As long as there are any adult males left in the family, they have to fill the vacancies.

I have a weakness, and I had no choice!

You can't just arrest and beat up people like that.

Moreover, those who went back would certainly not dare to oppose Liu Family Village again, so letting them go was fine.

Maybe they'll bring their whole family over later?

"Perfect timing. After we've rewarded the villagers, have Wei Shi talk to the militiamen about this. If they want to leave, let them go." Bai Li paused, then continued, "Also, prepare three days' worth of food for them."

"Yes," Miao Zhiming continued.

"Young Master Bai, there is one more thing. Because of the officials, the village did not dare to disturb you before. The surplus wheat that was collected is now piled up in the basement where the Divine General once stayed."

Oh, I didn't expect the villagers to have left him some wheat, which he can use to exchange for emeralds with Liu Wusan.

Then find Liu Ping to exchange for watermelon seeds.

I can eat one more food item.

Not bad.

The villagers we raised finally gave us some gold coins! That's great!

Bai Li said impatiently, "I'll go take a look!"

Upon reaching the basement entrance, Bai Li looked at the wheat filling the entire basement and asked in confusion, "Isn't this a bit too much?"

"Young Master Bai, the wheat you bestowed ripens very quickly, and with the help of the divine barrel, this quantity is only to be expected."

"It's still a bit much. It hasn't even been a few days. What percentage did you hand over?" Bai Li turned around and asked.

"About 90%."

"How much?" Bai Li looked at Miao Zhiming in disbelief and asked in surprise.

Miao Zhiming said cautiously, "Ninety percent. If Young Master Bai is not satisfied, we will go back and make up the remaining half percent."

"No, I think you've submitted far too many!" Bai Li said, pursing her lips.

"Ten percent is already a lot. The village chief told me before that in the past, the villagers worked themselves to the bone all year round and could barely make ends meet. After the drought, the land they cultivated couldn't even cover the taxes collected by the imperial court. People starved to death every year. This remaining ten percent is more than enough to feed the villagers now."

She's so easily satisfied.

"From now on, five or six tenths will suffice. Just having enough to eat isn't enough," Bai Li sighed, waving her hand. "They still need to change their clothes, and if they want to buy anything, the villagers need some money too!"

Sixty percent. He didn't do anything and yet he received sixty percent. In the past, people would have shouted at him to hang himself from a street lamp.

But he felt that if he didn't say enough, the villagers would still feel uneasy.

He couldn't eat much of this wheat. He'd keep a couple of bunches for making bread and breeding cattle and sheep, and exchange the rest for emeralds to see if he could get Liu Wusan promoted.

Bai Li stepped forward and put all the wheat back into her backpack.

"By the way, Zhiming, if you run into Wei Shi later, remember to tell him to inform the villagers that if anyone accidentally breaks a hand or foot, they should eat fish that can heal injuries after it's pieced back together. Also, if someone's stomach is cut open and their internal organs are ripped open, make sure to bring them back whole."

"Okay, I understand!"

Miao Zhiming looked at Bai Li's figure with reverence, thinking to himself.

Fortunately, in this chaotic world, there are immortals like Bai Xianjun!

But what if the immortal lord goes back?

He couldn't even imagine what the village and he himself would become after the immortal lord left.