The sun was shining brightly, and on a low gentle slope in the northern part of the valley, a large clay pot on a fire was steaming. The minced meat and wheat porridge in the clay pot was boiling and rolling. A peasant woman and an old woman were working hard.

While stirring, several children carried small bundles of firewood picked up from everywhere to the fire.

Looking from the low and gentle slope, we can see a busy scene in front of us - there are more than a dozen people bending over the grass on both sides of the river to mow, hoe, chop and pull out. Several wide fire lines in the grass are almost completed.

Today is the third day of land reclamation. Everyone in the wooden castle has participated in the land reclamation activities. Emma also moved the kitchen to the valley. Art divided everyone into six groups and chopped wood separately along the drawn boundaries.

When leaving the fire zone, if there are not enough sickles to cut the grass, they will distribute long knives and daggers. Farmers use sickles, iron hoes, long knives and daggers to go into battle. They must seize the opportunity to cut out the isolation zone and set fire to it while the weather is fine and the weeds are dry.

Burn.

On a simple wooden bridge built with a few logs over the river, Kazak and Basz were carrying two large bundles of thatch to the gentle slope on the opposite bank.

"You said you can just burn it with fire. You have to cut some kind of fire separation line. Why bother with it~" Kazak didn't understand this time-consuming and laborious fire separation line.

"You just complain. What do you know? Then you set a fire. Do you know if the fire will burn the forests on both sides? If the fire burns the forest, will you put it out? If you anger the forest god, he will take it out on you.

Sacrifice to the gods (note: local minor gods, do not conflict with God.)." Bass shouted softly to the nagging Kazak.

"Bass, I'm not complaining. I just haven't done farm work for a long time and I can't adapt to it." Kazak replied nonchalantly.

Bas stopped, turned around and said to Kazak: "You haven't done farm work for a long time? Look what you are doing! Working as a laborer in Lucese was much more tiring than this. How did you adapt?

Shut your mouth and get to work."

Kazak closed his mouth angrily.

In the wasteland on the other side of the river, Art was using a dagger to cut off a piece of thatch by the roots. Odo followed behind him and bundled the chopped thatch into a large pile. Ron moved a large bundle of thatch to the low and gentle slope.

Then he scooped up a bowl of water from a wooden bucket and drank it. He then took off the water bag from his waist, filled it with water and brought it to Art.

"Master, please take a rest and drink some water." Ron handed the water bag to Art.

Art straightened up and wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeves. He took the water bag and sat on the haystack and drank it in large gulps. Whether it was the original owner of this body or the current one, Art had never done any heavy work.

If it weren't for the purpose of mobilizing everyone's enthusiasm and creating a stable foundation for his future, Art would not take the initiative to do farm work. Rather than plowing the fields, he would rather go to the forest and fight with wolves and wild beasts.

While I was lost in thought, there was a burst of cheers from the other side of the river. They had already opened the fire line in the wasteland on the left bank of the river.

Art stood up and put his toes on the other side, looking at the other side. He turned to the farmer beside him and encouraged loudly: "Guys, the other side has been completed. We have to work harder." After that, he returned the water bag to Ron.

Keep bending over to chop grass...

Soon, cheers came from the right side of the river bank.

............

In the valley, on both sides of the river, along the fire line, there was a man holding a torch standing every dozens of steps.

Art holds the knight's sword in his right hand and holds the holy cross in front of his chest in his left hand. He kneels on one knee in front of the fire line under the gentle slope, lowering his head and chanting: "Lord, please bless this land with rich products. Please follow your will."

Your kindness makes the harvest here year after year. You care for the earth and send down sweet rain to make it abundant. You irrigate the fields and plow the soil, making the rain soften the soil and blessing the growth of plants. Lord, may your footsteps pass through every land.

Farmland, make this place always drip with fat; may your breath blow on every seedling, so that the buds of life can grow here even in the cold winter when all things are withered. Lord, we believe that your promise is the trust of all the people in the whole earth.

The greatest kindness of your children; we believe that with your blessing, every inch of the land here is a blessed land flowing with milk and honey! Amen!"

The people behind him drew the Holy Cross on their chests and said "Amen" in their mouths.

This is spiritual power. For a group of displaced strangers, nothing is more important than receiving God's blessing and protection, so Art inherited the original owner's faith in God.

Art stood up and took the torch from Cooper, stepped forward and lit the first withered grass. The flame of hope spread and rose in this fertile land forgotten by God.

"Light the fire~Light the fire~Light the fire~" The sound of ignition came from everywhere...

Old Cooper tremblingly took the torch from Art's hand, his voice trembling: "Master, I haven't been as excited as I am today for many years."

Art moved his eyes to Cooper and nodded, then stared at the rising flames with full concentration.

The fire burned for half an afternoon, and dozens of farmers scattered around in the large black flat land after the burning, collecting unburned grass stalks and miscellaneous branches into a pile and continuing to set fire to them.

Art was discussing with Cooper and Bud about building a temporary shelter on a low gentle slope.

"Cooper, we are about to enter the most difficult reclamation land. This place is too far away from our wooden castle. It has been time-consuming and energy-consuming to lead everyone between the wooden castle and the valley in the past few days, so next

We need to build temporary shacks while plowing the land. I think this gently sloping highland is very good. It is close to the river, and the terrain is slightly higher and flat."

Cooper looked around and replied: "Well, I think so too. This flat land is a bit narrow, but it is still no problem to build a few large shacks, and it is close to the woods and it is easy to get materials. Plus we have a few

With the thatch collected every day, if we have enough people, we can build a shack in two or three days."

"Okay, this matter will be done immediately. I will ask Ron to ride back to the wooden castle in a while to get the tools. Tonight, the woman and the children will go back to the wooden castle to rest, and the man will stay to collect wood and dig the foundation. Tomorrow I will ask Otto and the three of them

Help you build a shack. In addition, this place has been deserted for many years, and there must be wild beasts in the surrounding dense forests, so I plan to give Lawrence and Scott a short spear as a guard."

As soon as they agreed to build a temporary shack in the valley, a burst of laughter came from the wasteland in the distance, and Ron was seen running all the way from the wasteland with something in his hand.

"Master, master, haha, what do you think this is?" Ron raised a hare in his hand that was burnt black by the fire.

"Brother Otto and the others also found a wild boar that was killed by thick smoke. There must be pheasants and hares in the ground that didn't have time to escape..."

"Okay, go and tell everyone to search carefully and eat meat and soup tonight..."

That night, the men who stayed in the valley ate a thick soup of roasted hare and wild boar with onions.
Chapter completed!