Exiled to the Saline-Alkali Land, I Planted the Dilapidated Inn into a Granary

On the day when the exile documents were delivered to Qingliyi, the messenger unloaded forty-two kilograms of grain, eight buckets of water, and a bag of seeds that were not sure whether they could germinate. The well is bitter and cannot be drunk even if it is boiled. The ground will turn white after being exposed to the sun for two days. Baishawu controls the mouth of the upstream water, and the prisoners are not even qualified to approach. After dark, Shen Qinghe saw shoe prints outside the wall - stepping on the wolf's paw prints, with the toes of the shoes facing the well in the yard. Someone had been here before them. Shen Qinghe has no golden fingers. She used to manage the fields with her father and could keep accounts and identify some crops, but that was on the old farm in the south. The records in the "Field Waiting Book" are all failures: which piece of land returned to salt, which batch of seeds rotted in the mud. After moving to the north, these experiences may not still be useful. She can only choose what she can try and try them all. Gu Bai, who repaired the barrel, said the hoop was still usable, Luo Jiuzheng, who knew wells and canals, went down to the well to take a look, Qin Lan held on to the grain and didn't let go - everyone was making up their minds, and Shen Qinghe was responsible for keeping a clear record of the water and grain spent and the consequences of mistakes. Pei Zhaoye is willing to take the old postman to stay overnight. The first thing I asked was how to divide the food. She wrote on the door: How much food rations is worth guarding for one night? Seventeen people all watched. Later the well water became drinkable. On the day when the first field was opened outside the post wall, the porters passing by stopped to change the fodder. The words on the door panel range from "Enough for several meals" to "Which granary can still open its doors".