Planting Crops
The area the Chinese peacekeeping force commander had assigned to Sun Nanzheng wasn't small. It covered well over a thousand square meters.
After all, this was a good thing.
Growing their own food would ease some of their supply problems, and the soldiers would get to eat all kinds of fresh fruits and vegetables from back home. Only a fool would turn down Sun Nanzheng's request.
Anything they couldn't finish could be given away to build goodwill, quietly cultivating personal ties over time.
"From here to there—it's all mine. I can expand outward, too. This whole stretch, right up to the wall, is mine."
Sun Nanzheng gestured grandly with his entrenching tool.
Under heaven, nothing mattered more than farming. When he pointed east, the soldiers wouldn't go west.
"Do you have enough seeds?"
Li Bai used a little trick from artillery range-finding to estimate the distance. The land before them was far larger than the thousand square meters Sun Nanzheng had mentioned. Its actual area was probably at least twice that.
The seeds Sun Fatty had brought might not be enough.
"Uh! It's fine. We can propagate them from cuttings! Potatoes and sweet potatoes can spread everywhere from just a few plants. Leave it to me. Once we've harvested one crop, we'll definitely have enough."
Sun Nanzheng thumped his chest. This was right up his alley. The seeds he'd brought weren't hybrids, which meant their superior traits could be passed down. No matter how many generations they bred, they wouldn't deteriorate.
And if they selected the best plants, they could improve the quality of the varieties even further.
"Let's prepare the soil first. A tractor would be great. If not, an iron plow would do."
Li Bai thought his little entrenching tool was fine for digging ditches, but