The village infrastructure construction brought about by the torrential rain lasted a full month, come rain or shine.
The villagers were brimming with enthusiasm, while the soldiers worked tirelessly—well, that was impossible.
Zhang Yang still remembered a line he had read in a book: A person could not be so selfish as to assume that everyone else was unselfish.
That was foolish.
So, on the second day after the torrential rain ended, he announced that every household would receive five mu of Farmland upon marriage if it had four or fewer members, six mu for a five-member household, seven mu for a six-member household, and so on.
For every child born, as long as they survived to the age of five, another mu of land would be granted. If someone died, one mu would be withdrawn ten years after the date of death.
The rules for granting land were somewhat crude, but they were sufficient for the time being.
This immediately stirred the enthusiasm of all the villagers. Even though they had to reclaim the land they were allotted themselves, the land that had already been reclaimed belonged to the government.
Taking advantage of this enthusiasm, Zhang Yang used up all two hundred of the remaining recruitment slots from the Village Building Order. He no longer hoped to recruit Elite Population specifically. So what if they were ordinary people? As long as they had enough food and clothing, and as long as the village offered them sufficient protection, the number of Elite Population would gradually increase.
Thus, in the end, even the old men and women and the married and unmarried village women volunteered to help. Even the children came running to pick up stones. How could they not volunteer? Once the land was reclaimed, their own households would receive