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84, spring planting and autumn harvest

After the new Sigong Tie Sanniu Planning, Qiankui Water Conservancy Fortifications has been expanded into seven main rivers. It integrates water storage, sand discharge, filtration, flood discharge and irrigation, and has become a huge project, which is expected to be completed in three years.

The Song submarine aircraft has more than a hundred drawings, including dams, reservoirs, embankments, river-crossing bridges and other ideas. It traveled thousands of canals for the second time, and finally made a decision and made a three-year plan.

The plan is to catch up with changes, and the people who come to work in Qianqu know when they will become more and more. He comes from Hongfu County, and even further away from Hongfuzhi.

Someone who is home, or is alone, or is looking forward to a new life with hope; some are hungry and cold, fleeing to escape disasters, just seeking a full meal and a way out.

The arrival of these "new thousand-channel people" has greatly accelerated the progress of the river project.

Qiu Dacheng and Xu Shan planned to stop every day. The two of them stayed in casinos all year round, and were good at calculating money and grain.

"Add six more pots in the month, and recruit twelve more kids."

"If we hadn't dug out the spirit stone ore and turmeric oil, we would have really started to raise the river engineering."

Ji Xingtianzhen: "What can I raise? My stupid brother has no other skills, so he must be the money."

Zhou ‌yun‌‌ whispered: “My friend Ji is building a Thousand Canal Protection Array. Everyone praises him for being young and promising, you…”

Ji Xing stuck out his tongue and smiled: "Okay, okay, I'll tell you in front of others in the future, can you give him some face? Someone came to obtain the land deed, and I'll leave!"

The people of Xinqianqu are more diligent and able to endure hardships. They only need to work for a month, have the opportunity to pass the assessment, be naturalized by Qianqu, and have their own three acres of wasteland land deeds.

Those places are currently deserted, with little grass growing, and the land deed is just a piece of waste paper.

But he still brought saplings, seeds, and farm tools to cultivate and plant them carefully. He believed that when the spring breeze blows next year, he will be able to green his own hills.

Xu ‌Shan sighed: "What are you and I gamblers? They are really gamblers. Three generations of people bet on their own, and only bet on Qianqu’s fortunes are getting stronger and stronger!"

Qiu Dacheng corrected: "It's a county fortune, we haven't established a country yet."

Because Qianqu County was poor and forgotten by Huaweizong, Song Qianji was like an immortal official appointed by the sect in the past.

In the hearts of Qianqu people, he is a truly independent king, and even the golden statues in the temple can be melted and mobilized.

Mortals knew that his cultivation was high, so they should only be comparable to Liu Xianguan, Hongfu County, next door.

The autumn is clear and the ears of the fields are gradually blown yellow by the west wind until you look around, and the blue sky is full of gold.

Birds chirped, flapped their wings, and stole food in the valley.

After being nourished by the mist of the dead spring, the first batch of mature millets in Qianqu this year were shriveled, and the ears of the grain fell heavily toward each other, which also made the farmers bent over.

Song Qianji walked through the valley field, selected the three fullest plants, cut the ears of grain, and put the heart into the spiritual jade carved gift box.

Today there are many fertile fields in the city. He asked the blessing of the former landlords and gentry. He bought a station ticket overnight and left Qianqu, leaving the mansion and gardens, and planted millet and vegetables.

"What is Senior Brother Song doing?" Ji Chen was puzzled when he saw Song Qianji wrapping the gift, "Stay a memorial?"

"A little local specialty will be given to Huaweizong. Although the monks are fasting, their gifts are light and their feelings are heavy." Song Qianji‌.

"Why?"

Song Qianji smiled: "Thank you for enduring the pain of giving up Qianqu County to me!"

Thank you? Ji Chenxin, Huaweizong gave you Qianqu County, and it was obvious that he wanted to mess with you.

I feel so happy, right?

Senior Brother Song is really broad-minded and repays grievances with kindness.

Meng Heze knew the reasons. That night, Song Qianji left the clan and said that he would give specialties in the future.

Senior Brother Song always does what he says and does what he says.

Meng Heze took the gift box: "I'll go out for a trip, senior brother, don't worry."

Senior Brother Song was too kind and righteous, so it would be better to have less contact with the wolves of Huaweizong. He said that he would just leave immediately.

"etc."

When Meng Heze heard the sound, he saw Song Qianji throwing something: "Try the sword!"

Meng Hezeyang received the sword.

A long sword was unsheathed, and a trace of light shone between the eyebrows.

He picked up a sword flower and was surprised to see the weight of the sword. The style was exactly the same as the first-level sword he used to, and the old friend reunited.

The resistance when breaking the wind is even higher and the speed is faster, which is naturally the icing on the cake and the tiger is full of wings.

"This is the sword that my senior brother personally refined for me!" The young man's eyes heated up and he asked softly: "What's its name?"

Song Qianji smiled: "You have to take your own sword, you have to take your own name."

The sword was in the ‌, as if a handful of autumn moonlight was snatched, Meng Heze showed a shy look: "I, I want to think about it carefully."

"Let's go, be better, don't argue with others." Song Qianji sent him a stack of talismans to smooth out the wrinkles in his front, like an old father who was carving his son's luggage.

Meng Heze clasped his fists: "The things must be delivered, and I will definitely come!"

Ji Chen hurriedly chased after him: "Brother Meng, can you bring me with you?"

Song Qianji smiled, lowered his head to cut the valley, and enjoyed the joy of a bumper harvest.

Let the autumn wind blow, and sparrows chirp around you.

‌After a cup of tea, the shouts came out again, Ji Chen actually gave up Meng Heze and hurriedly turned back: "Brother Song, someone is looking for you-"

Song Qianji's farm harvesting work is getting better and he is also raising his head: "Let him come."

Ji Chen rushed to him and was excited: "He is a peerless beauty, with eighteen female cultivators of the Immortal Music Sect accompanying him, what a big show!"

Song Qianji frowned, and the sickle stopped: "Miaoyan?"

I have no grudges and grudges with you, what are you doing?

Ji Chen danced and said, "It's Fairy Miaoyan! Yes, yes, she is that kind of beauty, so beautiful that it makes people cold--"

Suddenly, a female voice rang out in the distance: "It's me."

Song Qianji was slightly stunned when he heard the sound, he let out a sickle and stood up straight.

The sound of the wonderful smoke is always soft and beautiful, and it floats into the ears with the wind, floating in the air.

This female voice is a bit cold, and the two words are like jade-shattered jade, making a sound.

Ji Chen silently moved out of his position.

More than a dozen female cultivators of the Immortal Sound Sect retreated to both sides, their skirts swayed gently, and the fairy spirit was everywhere, and the white flowers bloomed one after another.

The man walked out slowly, but he was like a sharp blade piercing through the flowers.

She wore a scarlet long skirt, stacked with garlands and tassels, and her arms were jingled as she walked.

The flowers compete for spring, but she is the cold and bright, with a bright color.

The whole body is very sympathetic to the busy farming scene. The surroundings are silent for a moment, and the sound of sucking air sounds one after another.

The beauty is present, Song Qianji rolls up his sleeves and his clothes are covered with mud.

He smiled and said hello casually: "Here you come."
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