Reclaiming Wasteland: Carefree Mountain Farmer

Chapter 71 Hard work
More than ten days later, the weather was fine and sunny, and the village was peaceful and prosperous.

After villagers finished cultivating their own fields, they began to pool their manpower and oxen to help those who had more fields but no oxen to plow the land.

It took a total of twenty days to cultivate all of the village's more than 1,000 mu of land.

The last piece of land belonged to Ai Dake's family. This man was slow at working and always helped others with their work, which caused his family's farmland to fall behind.

More than 100 people from the entire village of Beijiwu gathered to help cultivate these few acres of land.

Not only were ten oxen mobilized, but men and women were also made to take up hoes and start turning the soil.

Seeing that only a few acres of land required ten oxen and hundreds of people to work together, everyone worked happily, with smiles of excitement on their faces.

Beijiwu stood at the entrance of the village, watching the last oxen and old farmers arrive, witnessing the final moment with all the men and women of the village.

"Autumn planting is finished!!" Beijiwu shouted loudly, then added with a smile, "Everyone has worked hard during this time!"

Everyone was overjoyed to hear this. Old Man Zhang wiped the sweat from his brow and said happily, "This year, we are so grateful for the clan chief's ox, otherwise we would have been too busy to keep up!"

Kitada Neya said with a smile, "Thanks to the clan chief's good fortune! Next year will definitely be a good harvest!"

Aunt Song smiled and said, "Next year will definitely be a bumper year!"

Arctic Martial Arts didn't bring joy for long, not even a minute.

"After plowing the land, the next thing to do is to dig ditches and canals to bring the river water to the fields so that more places can have water, and the whole village's wheat fields can be irrigated!"

Everyone immediately wore a bitter expression.

I just finished a month's work, and now I have to work again. Even physical labor in the countryside isn't this frequent!
Aunt Li called out, "Clan leader! Can't we rest for a few days? Working all the time will wear us out quickly."

Arctic Martial showed no consideration whatsoever, immediately cursing, "The harvests were bad for the past two years. If they're bad this year too, you won't even be able to get anything when there's a drought next year!"

"I'm a capable man. I can do anything myself. I'm destined to enjoy a life of luxury wherever I go!"

"Now I will lead you to survive, help you cultivate the fields, and help you build water conservancy projects so that you can have plenty of food and clothing next year."

“Don’t be ungrateful! Let me tell you, I’m helping you out of consideration for us all being from the same village. Who dares to say they can’t endure this hardship, don’t want to take care of the crops in the fields, don’t need my help, and don’t listen to me?”

"I'll beat him to death!!"

Arctic Martial coldly stared at everyone, scanning the group of old and young men in front of him.

The more the villagers opposed it, the more determined Arctic Wu became to follow the slave-owning path!
No one in the village, young or old, dared to look Arctic Wu in the eye, much less oppose him.

Faced with Arctic military's aggressive poverty alleviation efforts, they had no right to object.

Anyone who dares to object will have to lie on the ground.

Seeing that no one objected, Beijiwu nodded in satisfaction.

“Digging ditches is much easier than farming. Other villages fight to the death over a waterway. Now, Grandpa is leading you to build water conservancy projects, and we’re doing the work in our own village. I’ll even give you work points for food. If any of you dare to say a word against it, you’re ungrateful.”

"Grandpa, I've been so good to you all, why aren't you kneeling down to thank me?!"

Under the intimidation of the slave-owning patriarch who wielded violence, the entire village, young and old, had no choice but to kneel down and kowtow to this grandfather.

"Thank you, patriarch!"

Arctic Martial was now satisfied.

"Alright, we'll rest for half a day today. We'll meet up on the mountain early tomorrow morning to dig a ditch and bring in water!"

Everyone was forced to work, and their enthusiasm for the job was clearly low. Fortunately, Arctic Martial Arts School forced them to work, and anyone who disobeyed or slacked off would be beaten.

Once they understand who they are, Arctic Martial Arts has no shortage of violent means.

The next day, Bei Jiwu led the villagers to dig ditches and canals along the wheat fields.

Whether they are proactive or not doesn't matter. These people were not proactive when they were building the Great Wall or fighting wars and relocating people to fill in the border areas, but they still obediently came here and got to where they are today.

If you don't work, you'll get beaten; if you don't work, you won't get any food.

Under the supervision of Arctic Martial, hundreds of people worked diligently.

With a large population, private ownership would certainly be more suitable, but since we can now regulate it, we should unswervingly follow the slave-owning path.

"Get to work! Stop slacking off! Want to get whipped?!"

"You're all a family working together, so the children and women can do less. But if any man slacks off, your whole family can go home and eat your own food! You're all banned from eating at the canteen for a month!!"

Beijiwu stood nearby, knife in hand, overseeing the work. He watched as a group of men, women, and children dug through the soil and rocks with the hoes, shovels, and baskets he had bought.

If you try to slack off, you'll get whipped.

After working for an hour, Beijiwu shouted, "Alright, let's take a break. From now on, we'll take a break every ten meters we dig."

"You can take three breaks in one morning."

"Have lunch and a nap for an hour, then come back to work after a short rest."

"Take a break every half hour, and go back before dinner."

"I'm playing the good guy now. If anyone doesn't know what's good for them, I won't take care of them next year. I'll send them out to serve in the military. Whether it's a good life or a hard life out there, you all know the answer! Don't take your blessings for granted! You'll regret it if you don't listen to reason!"

Arctic Warrior continued to uphold his slave system, shouting, "Is plowing and digging ditches tiring? Of course it is! I plowed fifteen acres of land by myself last year, I know how tiring farming is!"

"I bought you cattle, fed you well, and made things a little easier for you. That's more than enough!"

"Men work in the morning, and women work in the afternoon digging ditches. Men are not allowed to help. You women have to do the heavy work so that you'll know how to be more diligent when weaving baskets, cooking, and weaving cloth!"

"From now on, anyone who refuses to listen to me will have to do whatever I tell them to do. If they don't behave like women, they'll have to do men's work!"

Arctic warriors not only supervise men's work, but also women's and children's work.

Only by making these people work hard will they know how to cherish their talents when they enter factories and schools in the future.

The men, women, and children of Beitian Village were all filled with bitterness, but had no way to express it.

Kitada's lips moved, but in the end he didn't dare to reason with Beijiwu or ask for his favor.

Their family has been warned by Arctic militants multiple times, and now the whole family feels like they can't even protect themselves, so they dare not be the first to speak out.

Bei Gong Dingbian and the others also dared not utter a word.

What Beijiwu is holding isn't a whip, it's a knife!
That knife wasn't some toy meant to scare people; everyone has seen it stained with blood.

In the morning, the men worked sluggishly, and in the afternoon, under the supervision of Beijiwu, the women also worked themselves to the bone, their backs almost breaking and their hands blistered.

Although they were able to eat their fill, the workload for both men and women in the village increased significantly, several times over.

(End of this chapter)