Cut off my army's food supplies? I'll open a portal between the two worlds and max out my

at the same time.

The refugees from the Yanshan area also settled down in Anxi Town.

Fortunately, none of them got sick, and after staying at the shelter for two days, Jiang Tian completed the household registration procedures for them.

Everyone here received a temporary resident card.

Li Wen also personally designated a living area for them in the outer area.

Li Wen placed them in the outer area for convenience, as their future plans involved arranging them on newly reclaimed land.

During this period, White Wolf led his people in raising pigs with great care, and the piglets grew at an astonishing rate with the help of artificial feed.

In addition, the price of piglets has been falling again and again recently, so Director Zhu has been actively promoting them every few days.

Moreover, the discounts offered each time are bigger than the last.

If it weren't for the limited manpower in Anxi Town, Li Wen would have liked to raise three thousand piglets to improve soil fertility on a large scale.

However, the number of refugees in the Yanshan area is increasing. Previously, there would be a batch every two or three days, but now there are sporadic refugees coming here every day.

Old Liu also had an additional task: to continue operating the shelter and gradually select suitable refugees to take in.

These later migrants mostly lived alone, which was fundamentally different from the migrants like Old Liu who lived in villages and clans.

If they are vicious and ruthless people, Anxi Town has no need for them.

Following Li Wen's instructions, Old Liu posted a notice at the shelter.

You'll get free meals for three days. If you want more free meals after three days, you'll have to earn them through labor.

Anxi Town is now in need of manpower everywhere.

The pigsty is also constantly being demolished and rebuilt, and the location is being moved. As long as you are willing to work, both men and women in Anxi Town have room to make a difference.

Of course, the shelters for children and the elderly provide meals.

Each of the refugees, including Old Liu, was allocated seven-tenths of an acre of land.

These are all new lands in Anxi Town that have been improved through pig farming.

At first, the refugees were somewhat disappointed when they heard that each household only had seven-tenths of an acre of land, but they were not dissatisfied. If it weren't for Anxi Town taking them in and the general providing them with food, they would have starved to death on the road long ago.

Besides, they now get meals while working, which makes them feel fortunate.

Because if they want to have enough to eat by farming, they need to ensure that they have more than ten acres of fertile land and twenty acres of other land. Otherwise, if the weather is even slightly unfavorable, they will go hungry.

After all, farming is a profession that depends on the weather.

But in reality, such "good days" no longer exist, because land consolidation is quite serious. Most of the fertile land in the hands of ordinary farmers has been swallowed up by gentry and noble families. Although they have more than 20 mu of miscellaneous land, it is not enough to support their families.

Therefore, these migrants still have the same impression of the land as before.

Li Wen didn't explain much, but simply instructed everyone to farm according to the methods of Anxi Town.

This left the elderly farmers even more puzzled.

You're not composting the newly reclaimed land; the fertilizer from just using pig manure isn't enough.

They didn't know what fertilizer was.

I have no idea what use potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn, these unfamiliar things, can have.

According to their understanding, the fields in the north should be planted with millet and wheat, which are staple foods that can provide enough food.

They'd never seen anything like this called a potato before. Could it fill their stomachs?

At first, they followed Li Wen's instructions to farm with a skeptical attitude. When it came to sowing, they had never even heard of the row sowing and hill sowing methods that Li Wen taught them.

Some people, out of curiosity, consulted members of the Anxi Army.

The Anxi army's men answered honestly: "Our general is a celestial being descended from the God of Literature, a god from heaven! The methods he teaches are naturally divine methods! Isn't it natural that we mortals don't understand them?"

Influenced by this sense of entitlement, the refugees planted more than ten acres of land.

As a result, tender shoots sprouted in just over ten days, and they grew very vigorously.

They've farmed all their lives, so they still have the ability to judge the nutritional status of the crops in the fields.

This was clearly a barren desert area before. Other townspeople had also mentioned the situation here, so how could it have changed so much in less than two months?

The refugees were initially wondering why Wenquxing, the god of literature, was now in charge of farming.

Now, seeing the rice seedlings in the field, no one thinks that way anymore.

People's thoughts became simpler, and even when later refugees questioned the matter, they would imitate the tone of the Anxi army soldiers and say, "We mortals should mind our own business when it comes to the affairs of gods."

Since the land was distributed to him and his clansmen, Old Man Liu has been inspecting the fields every day to check on the changes.

After the inspection, he came to the shelter with satisfaction.

Old Liu would personally supervise the amount of rice poured into the pot to ensure it met the regulations, and he would even count the few grains of rice left in the basket.

Because this was a task assigned to him by the general, Old Man Liu took it very seriously.

After finishing cooking the porridge today, I saw the wandering figures of refugees not far away.

Since Yumen Pass became a dead end, more refugees have chosen to seek a new way of life in the Gobi Desert.

Most of them would be drawn to the fireworks at the shelter.

"Everyone line up! Those who don't line up won't get food! This is a gift from the general! Everyone must cherish it!"

Old Liu maintained order in the line.

At this point, some arguing broke out at the front of the group.

"What are you doing!"

Old Liu stepped forward and asked.

The woman in charge of cooking pointed at a disheveled man in front of her and said, "Old village chief! This guy has sneaked over to get food twice already! I felt sorry for him, and the general also said that people with big appetites can get more! Now he's trying to steal food from the children's bowls!"

"What's wrong with you! Didn't I tell you to line up in order?!"

Even if you're hungry, if you follow the rules and queue up, do you think you'll be short of food?

The disheveled man looked around and, seeing only the elderly, the weak, women, and children, puffed out his neck and said, "Bah! You've only been here a few days before us, so why should you control our food and drink? Maybe the surplus grain went into your pockets, which is why we're only getting this little bit of food!"

The slovenly man said this on purpose.

But the refugees around him simply moved away from him.

Although they were hungry, they weren't so hungry that they lost their minds. The food provided by the shelter was better than what they ate at home during the Lunar New Year. If they still complained, then they didn't deserve to be human.

"You, you, you!"

Old Liu was so angry at this guy that he glared at him.

"Get out! People like you aren't welcome in Anxi Town!"

After saying that, Old Man Liu tried to push him away from the group.

But the slovenly man, having eaten two bowls of rice and regained his strength, kicked Old Liu away.

"Ouch!"

Old Liu fell to the ground.

A patrol of Anxi troops not far away noticed the chaos and someone immediately asked:

"What's wrong? You've made such a mess!"