Portable Space: Small Peasant Girls Farm to Get Rich

The corpse transforms into Gu, with a dark black body and small horns on its head. It molts once every ten years, and its body length grows by one inch with each molt.

The corpse transformation Gu on the table are all three inches long and look like black centipedes. If it weren't for the small horns on their heads, they would be mistaken for each other.

It is not easy to cultivate this Gu insect. The Gu master needs to place it in the heart of a newborn baby and nourish it with the blood for a long time until the baby grows up. Then it gnaws its body and finally hides it in the skull, waiting. The Gu Lord comes to conquer.

It's just that this corpse-turned-gu is vicious and poisonous. The Yu Dynasty will not allow the Gu master to roam in his own country, and he doesn't know who raised them in this remote place.

Liu Qingcao looked at the eight corpse-turned-gu he had subdued, with complicated thoughts.

"Forget it, put them in the warehouse, you may not be able to use them one day." Although Liu Qingcao was a little repelled, he quickly figured it out.

Although these eight Gu worms were eight innocent lives, the fate of life and death was eliminated. Since she got them, it meant that it was fate.

Whether something is good or bad depends on the person who uses it.

Liu Qingcao put the Gu insects into the space warehouse and put them away. After washing, he fell asleep.

The next day, Liu Qingcao got up early and went to the factory shed to have breakfast.

After breakfast, a group of people started to get busy again.

Liu Qingcao waved her sickle and cut the rice stalks one after another. In the distance, a hurried figure rushed towards the end of the village.

"Green grass, green grass."

Liu Qingcao listened to the sounds coming into her ears. She stood up and looked back, only to see Jiang Dafu running away and waving to her.

Seeing Jiang Dafu's anxious look, Liu Qingcao stepped onto the field ridge and walked towards Jiang Dafu.

"Brother Jiang, what makes you so anxious?" Liu Qingcao calmed down for a few moments and asked Jiang Dafu.

Jiang Dafu swallowed to make his throat feel better before answering.

"Qingcao, Wan Lizheng is here again, looking for you."

"Didn't Wan Li just come here not long ago? Why are you here again?" Liu Qingcao looked at Jiang Dafu in confusion, and kept guessing the possibilities in his mind.

Jiang Dafu shook his head, "Wan Lizheng only asked me to call you, and didn't say anything else."

"Then let's go take a look first."

The two of them walked all the way to the entrance of the village and saw Wan Lizheng. They bowed respectfully and got permission to stand in front of Wan Lizheng.

Wan Huaimin watched the sweat on their foreheads and did not speak immediately. Instead, he waited for half a stick of incense for them to slow down.

"Qingcao, how many days will it take for you to finish harvesting the rice?" Wan Huaimin saw the two of them resting and looked at Liu Qingcao and asked.

"Wan Lizheng, the rice will be harvested in three days. It may take a few days to dry it and put it in the warehouse." Liu Qingcao thought for a while, and finally decided to tell the truth. As for why Wan Lizheng came, she didn't plan to do it first. Ask.

"Qingcao, do you plan to sell this grain?"

Wan Lizheng has been running around under his control in the past few days in order to collect the grain requested by his superiors. In previous years, it was easy to collect grain. This year, due to the war in the north, many people did not plan to sell grain.

Thinking of Liu Qingcao's hundreds of acres of rice fields, he had to go there again.

Jiang Dafu looked at Liu Qingcao anxiously, and the latter looked at Wan Huaimin.

"Wan Lizheng, did you fail to collect the grain or did the boss increase the amount of grain?" Liu Qingcao asked without answering.

"Master Xia and I have been busy collecting grain these days, and we have gone to many grain stores, but with little success. We in Qianfeng Town can hardly raise even half of the 40 kilograms of grain." Wan Huaimin sighed, and slowly Tao Lai.

Liu Qingcao nodded, making calculations in his mind.Other villages raised about 20 jins, and Shiqing Village and Shiliu Village sold another half of the remaining half, which is almost 13 jins. In this way, the remaining [-] jins will not be so difficult to raise.

"Wanli Zheng, Shiqing Village and Shiliu Village will be preparing to sell about 13 kilograms of grain." Liu Qingcao paused and then said, "If it is still not enough, then the grass will make up for the remaining vacancy."

After hearing this, Wan Huaimin nodded with satisfaction. He knew that Liu Qingcao was smart and she would not let go of this opportunity to do favors.

"Okay, then I will send someone to pull this grain in seven days."

"Yes, Wan Lizheng." Liu Qingcao lowered his head and responded.

Wan Huaimin looked at Liu Qingcao who lowered his head and reminded him.

"Qingcao, the war in the North is still unknown. If there is a war and the imperial court recruits troops, there will be many people under your name. You have to make a decision early."

Liu Qingcao suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth, and then nodded lightly.

"Thank you Wan Lizheng for reminding me."

"Okay, let's all get busy." Wan Huaimin waved his hands to the two of them, turned around and got into the carriage.

Liu Qingcao and Jiang Dafu watched the carriage go away before turning around and walking back.

"Qingcao, what Wan Lizheng said just now..."

Jiang Dafu looked at Liu Qingcao with a sad face. He understood what Wan Lizheng said just now. If there is a military conscription, those children who have reached the age will be drafted to the battlefield. If they don't go, they will be paid to be substitutes.

The age of conscription in the Yu Dynasty was 14 years old, and none of the students in private schools or children in the Salesian Home were under 14 years old. But if the war continues until next year, and the number and age of conscripts change, then the children in the village...

"Brother Jiang, I plan to take private school students to participate in the child examination at the beginning of next year. If the war continues and there are changes in the recruitment, I will use this season's grain to replace them."

"Just do it if you have an idea in mind. The amount of grain sold to Wanli Zheng is 10,000+ kilograms. I'm afraid you'll have to lose half of the rice you get back." Jiang Dafu said as he walked.

"Brother Jiang, this is the second time Wan Lizheng has come to the village. The purpose of his visit is clear. It is not good for us to refuse him any more. We can only treat it as a favor and it will be easier to do things in the future."

Liu Qingcao knew that Jiang Dafu was worried about her. After all, she still had hundreds of people to feed. The harvest in this field was usually sold, but the situation was different now. It's unavoidable to worry.

"Brother Jiang, don't worry. My grain is sold, not given away for free. Without this grain, I will spend money to buy it elsewhere. Although it is a bit troublesome, it is not impossible."

Liu Qingcao saw that he was still locked up in Meishan and offered words of comfort. The matter was not serious at all. The main reason was that food was not that difficult for her to get.

Jiang Dafu looked at Liu Qingcao's relaxed face, which made him feel less worried.

"Okay, since you have a plan for Qingcao, I won't mind my own business. Let's go and get to work." Jiang Dafu stayed at the edge of his field and separated from Liu Qingcao.

At the end of the village, Liu Qingcao stood in front of the threshing machine, struggling to step on the threshing machine's pedals with her feet, holding a handful of rice in her hand and turning it constantly on the threshing machine.

Liu Qingcao was able to thresh grain very quickly, which she had learned from working frequently in space.

There are only five threshing machines in Shihe Village. These were made one by one by the blacksmith shop Liu Dazhuang from last year to now. Of course, they also cost a lot of money.

Villagers who don't have threshing machines all use traditional methods to thresh grains. Some beat them, and some cut the ears. The speed is a bit slow, but it can't handle the large number of people in the family.

There was a big harvest in the fields, and all the villagers were smiling and full of energy. The village was bustling with laughter and beatings, and it was very lively.

In the evening, Liu Qingcao sent people back to their dormitories as usual. When they returned to the end of the village, Liu Qingcao went into the space and continued working. After all, the fruits in the space were ripe again, and if they were not collected, it would affect the next batch of fruit trees.

After working until midnight, Liu Qingcao washed up and lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.