After dinner, Yang Heng walked around the woods and realized that the difficulty of this place was not because of what my father said, the soil layer was shallow and the roots were growing, but because it was too difficult to get water. Another thing was that the efficiency of agricultural tools in this era was too low, or the agricultural technology in remote mountainous areas was too poor. In this way, he threw a piece of treasure land in Yang Heng's eyes here and no one came to ask for it.

This land is higher than the water at the north end, about two meters high, and the south is not very short. It is more than one meter. It seems that someone has cultivated the place where Yang Heng and others are. There is indeed no thicker soil layer in this place, but it is easy to water. Just pick up water from the river and then water it will be quickly watered. But once watered, it will naturally be able to lure some trees and weeds to grow in this direction. This is what my father said, "Crops do not grow weeds."

"Grandma, mom, I think we should build the house at the foot of the mountain at the northernmost mountain." After a walk around, Yang Heng selected the location for building the house, which is in the north of the entire area. The terrain is relatively high, and after the fields are cultivated, you can directly observe the overall situation. Another thing is that if you open a road from the north, you can lead to a distant village. That place is only more than 300 meters away from the village.

"It seems that my son has really learned a lot of things. It would be great if he could go to a private school to study formally." My mother sighed at Yang Heng, and even her father's eyes were full of joy. Perhaps they thought that these were all things Yang Heng had learned secretly, and they didn't think about it. It would be great if he could learn how much things he could learn and how many words he could recognize.

"Are you guys?" Yang Heng looked at his father and mother looking at him like a slutty girl. Why did he feel a little fur on his body? "Son, continue talking, let's listen."

"Okay, okay, I won't talk about it. Let's start working now. From here, we will drive a two-meter-wide road. Otherwise, how can we pull the cart to the north?" I didn't talk about me yet, so just work.

The distance of more than 700 meters is not far away, and it is not close. There are only three or five hundred big trees that need to be moved along the way, and other small trees and weeds are not a barrier. In this way, my father and mother cut down trees in front, while Yang Heng sorted out some of the trees cut down from behind. Some of the trees with suitable shapes are suitable. He will repair them neatly and put them aside, while the messy branches and weeds are piled up for fire.

This body is a good thing about body strength. In less than an hour, a road of two meters wide and more than 700 meters long was opened. Yang Heng also collected more than 100 trees with a bowl of more than 100 trees with a bowl of more than 100 trees, and there were dozens of thicker trees. However, the most of them were trees with a bowl of thicker ones. After Yang Heng had decided to build a house, he used these trees with a bowl of thicker ones. This not only allowed the land to be opened, but the trees that were opened were used to build wooden houses, which saved people from finding people to make soil and smash the walls.

"Heng'er, this road has been repaired, what are you going to do next?" Yang Heng looked at his father and mother and was speechless. He had cut hundreds of trees, not half acre of wheat, but now he was not breathing and couldn't sweat. He felt so tired that he was half tired.

However, this is easy to understand. My father and mother just cut down the trees in front of them, and they didn’t need to move them or carry them. Yang Heng had to repair the branches and pile up the things, so he naturally felt a little tired.
Chapter completed!