The fourth uncle smiled and shook his head, "You really treat them as your military training. You have to... just let you do, I think they are quite convinced of you."

Zhang Chenggong, who had not yet walked away, almost cried and said to himself: "We have to dare, Uncle Wolf's hand is so black!"

"Fourth uncle, please keep an eye on here. These guys have the skills, but they are a little frivolous." Zhang Lang said angrily.

"Okay, go and do it, I'll stare here." The fourth uncle said with a laugh.

Zhang Lang turned around and came to the foot of the mountain, where he was preparing to build a pig farm.

More than a dozen older elderly people and women in the Dong family are busy digging for the foundation.

"Uncle Wanshan, put the foundation deeper and make the foundation one meter five wide. This wild boar likes to arch, so don't arch the wall." Zhang Lang smiled and greeted an old man in his fifties.

"The wolf cub is here, don't worry. I've been working as a stonemason all my life. This is not a problem for me." Dong Fushan said confidently with a shovel, "You see, this foundation is dug for 1.5 meters, and the other two meters of walls are built as one meter thick, so that it cannot collapse."

"That's good, this pig farm will be left to you as old as you."

"Wolf cub, can you build such a large pig farm? How much food does it take to feed it!" The old man was a little worried.

"I built it according to the inventory of one thousand heads, and I didn't raise so many at once. The main reason is that we built it in advance by building stones on the road." Zhang Lang explained patiently.

"One thousand, beloved, a big fat pig can be sold for 80 yuan, and one thousand is 80,000 yuan!" The old man settled the accounts very clearly, "If we can really raise a thousand pigs, then our farm will be rich."

"Haha, Mr. Toyama, where is the 1,000 pigs? There is also a roe deer farm, which must be built according to a 1,000 pig."

"That thing is different from raising pigs. It is easy to get sick with a hole, and it takes up too much space if you use a pen."

"Mr. Toyama, have you seen that steamed bun mountain? Let's circle it with wood and build some wooden sheds on the mountain." Zhang Lang said, pointing to a bun that looks like a steamed bun not far away.

There are more than a dozen small hills near Xilongzhuang, all of which belong to Xilongzhuang's mountains, and there are more unowned mountains.

"Okay, I'm a man who has been an officer, I'm considering things attentively!" Dong Fushan was convinced by Zhang Lang.

Zhang Lang also understood everyone's thoughts. Although no one raised any objections during the meeting, it was just a kind of instinctive fear of being an official for thousands of years.

In fact, everyone was still a little confused and didn't know if it could be done. Later, when they saw that they didn't have to pay any money anyway, they just spent their money and the government was still in charge of the meal, so they did what Zhang Lang said.

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After lunch, Zhang Lang came to the mountain road again and called Dong Shanzhu to the front and asked, "Zhuzi, how many holes have you punched in the morning?"

"Uncle Wolf, all the five hundred meters have been completed."

"The speed is OK, Platoon Commander Zhao, come here." Zhang Lang nodded with satisfaction and shouted at the militia platoon leader who led the team in the distance.

"Plane Commander Zhang, is there anything wrong?" Plan Zhao ran over and asked.

Zhang Lang is also a basic militiaman and serves as the platoon leader of the militia. However, he, the platoon leader, is only named and has no soldiers under his command.

"In the afternoon, you arrange thirty clever militias to load explosives with me."

"Okay, I'll call someone for you now." Platoon Commander Zhao agreed readily.

Those who served in the army were very simple, but they were convinced that they were better than themselves. After Mayor Li’s conscious publicity, these militiamen knew that Zhang Lang was a combat hero and a winner of the first-class individual merit.

I admire Zhang Lang. Among these militias, Zhang Lang spoke better than Mayor Li.

You should know that in the army, you can get second-level merits and collective first-class merits, but to put it bluntly, personal first-class merits are all exchanged for life. It can be said that those who get first-class merits are either dead or disabled, and there are very few people like Zhang Lang who have to have all their full tails.

This is also the reason why Zhang Lang returned to the place, Secretary Xu and Director Tong looked at him with a high look. It was not only because he was the soldier of Captain Sun.

In fact, let alone being in the county, even if you go to the city, the mayor will warmly receive the first-class combat hero.

Cough! Cough... it's gone far.

Zhang Lang calculated the amount of medicine and taught the selected thirty militia step by step.

On the five hundred meters of mountain road, there were more than 1,400 holes. Zhang Lang led thirty militias to work hard for an afternoon before filling the explosives.

Explosives use the most common mineral explosive ammonium nitrate explosive, which is a mixed explosive with ammonium nitrate as the main component.

After loading the explosives, Zhang Lang ordered everyone to evacuate all those who punched the holes.

The militia and the laborers of Xilongzhuang were all standing not far away and watching curiously.

It is not uncommon to shoot guns and cannons. I have never seen any blasting mountains and blasting, and I think it is uncommon.

Zhang Lang was so angry that he cursed, "I don't want to die... I'll get away! No one is allowed to stay within 1,500 meters!"

If there is no quilt, once it explodes, it will definitely be gravel and a thousand meters will not be an absolutely safe range.

After driving everyone away, Zhang Lang carefully connected the fuse to the detonator and put it into the hole. There was no safety detonator in this era.

The fuse is connected to the detonator far away.

After doing all this, Zhang Lang confirmed again that there was no one around, and this time he pressed the detonator.

"Boom! Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom!" A series of explosions sounded, and fire and gravel salt soared into the sky.

Zhang Lang counted silently for a few sounds, and it was not until the last explosion that Zhang Lang walked out of the hidden place.

Accidents occur in mountain blasting are often caused by carelessness and no explosion sound is calculated.

Because sometimes, explosives will delay explosion due to various reasons. You obviously put ten explosives from explosives, but only nine times sounded, and then ran out of the hidden spot when they didn't sound.

Maybe the tenth explosion sounded at this time, so the accident happened.

Zhang Lang walked to the explosion point and checked the blasting effect. It was okay, there was a lot of explosives, and he would reduce the amount of medicine when it was put tomorrow.

Put away the fuse, take the Explosioner, and greet everyone, "Okay, let's get here today! Everyone goes back for dinner, and continue tomorrow morning!"

"Let's go... let's have a meal!"

I was tired for a day, and when I heard that I was working to eat, I ran to the village one by one.

Looking back at the pile of rocks formed by the explosion, Zhang Lang sighed, "There are not enough people! Just cleaning these 500 meters of rocks, more than 300 people can't finish them in three days. This time it's 500 meters, and when will it take more than ten kilometers? No, I have to find a way to find some help."

You should know that when building a road, blasting is just the first step. There are roads behind it, the mountain needs to be protected, and there is a masonry retaining wall on the side near the cliff.

Back in the village, I found my third uncle and fourth uncle and talked to them about their thoughts.
Chapter completed!