Chapter 140 - 140 140 Stirring Wind and Rising Water (4)_1
Chapter 140 - 140 140 Stirring Wind and Rising Water (4)_1
?Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Stirring Wind and Rising Water (4)_1 Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Stirring Wind and Rising Water (4)_1 Fortunately, the people from the Yu Family are dependable. After they all discussed for a while, they were afraid that their master would be displeased by their gathering, so they dispersed after exchanging a few words.
Lin Ziyin lay soaking in the hot water barrel, thinking with his eyes closed about how the Lin Family could proceed from here.
The problems had just begun, and there was already significant trouble brewing. Not to mention, as the Lin Family grows in the future, many people might become envious of them. Worst-case scenario, today’s blueprint with attract unnecessary complications for them.
As the ancients say, fortune and misfortune are intertwined.
Chu Suifeng departed, and after three days, the deeds finally arrived in Lin Ziyin’s hands.
“Why would the Prince gift you Heihe?” The name written on the deeds was Lin Ziyin’s and the sight of it did not bring the Lin Family much joy as they had imagined. Instead, the grown-ups wore faces of fright. “Most people dare not go there.”
“Brother, don’t worry,” Lin Ziyin comforted him, “I helped the prince with a small matter, and he wanted to reward me, so I asked him to give me Heihe.”
“You are crazy,” Zige looked at him disapprovingly, “the black river, even the folks in the village dare not go there alone, why do you want that ominous river?”
“The river’s dark color is due to the fertile silt inside. This fertile silt is ideal for farming. Don’t worry, I have plans to transform the Black River,” Lin Ziyin said smilingly, “It may just be a bit of a major project and a little troublesome.”
“Can it really be farmed?” Guo Huiniang asked curiously.
“Absolutely, I will go over and take a look tomorrow,” Lin Ziyin answered.
“I will accompany you,” spoke the old man.
“Grandpa, we’ll go too,” Lin Changshu and Wu Dayou showed their concerns.
“I also want to go and see,” Lin Zige hesitated, then said.
Thus, the inspection of the site on the second day turned into a large group following along.
The Black River, three miles away, was a large stretch of reed marsh. Up close the water was very clear, the small fish and shrimp at the bottom were clearly visible. There were plenty of reeds, and many beautiful birds could be seen flying around, their melodious calls filling the air.
Unfortunately, the Lin Family and their servants who came along didn’t have the mind to appreciate it, all of them wore serious expressions.
Yet, Lin Ziyin looked satisfied.
Wetlands are an essential habitat for birds. The Black River of Fengcheng is somewhat similar to the North Wilderness in modern times. Though Lin Ziyin planned to transform the Black River, he never intended to convert all of it into arable land. After all, he still needed to provide the birds a place to survive.
Luckily, the Black River was vast enough, so wide that even Lin Ziyin couldn’t see its boundary. It seemed that even with the intention to change it, there was no way to fully reclaim such an extensive area.
“It is called a river, but the water is shallow. Cut down the reeds, block the water source with a dam, excavate the silt, sun the silt, and let it go through summer’s sunshine and winter’s freeze. The silt will quickly turn into mature soil. If managed properly, within two years, it will definitely turn into fertile farmland,” Lin Ziyin detailed his plan seeing his family so worried.
“Can wastelands really be farmed?” Hearing him speak so confidently, Zige and Guo Huiniang forgot their fear and squatted down to examine the black soil under the shallow water more closely.
“Absolutely, but it’s already summer. We need to hasten the reclamation. The summer sun will help dry the silt more quickly,” Lin Ziyin showed a trace of worry.
The first issue is the lack of manpower. Although there are a few able-bodied men at home, the work at the oil mill cannot stop. As for the manpower to reclaim the wasteland, he must find another solution.