Freshly arrived, Yang Zhengshan was not anxious to arrange matters on the island. Instead, he first familiarized himself with the island's situation.
Nothing happened overnight.
The next day, accompanied by Luo Jinsong, Yang Zhengshan mounted a horse and began roaming around the island.
Mountain Forest to the east, fields to the west—this was only the general terrain of Star Moon Island. The entire island stretched more than thirty li from east to west and was also more than twenty li wide from north to south, with Mountain Forest taking up more than half of it.
"How much arable land is there on the island?"
Yang Zhengshan rode along a narrow path between the fields and asked casually.
"In total, there are thirty-eight thousand six hundred mu. Among them, more than twenty-four thousand mu are paddy fields, and more than thirteen thousand mu are dry fields!" Luo Jinsong said.
Paddy fields were fields suitable for planting rice. Dry fields did not mean there was no water, only that they could not retain water, and they were on the slopes in the middle.
There were three small rivers on the island, or rather, three small streams, all of them spring water from the mountain.
Freshwater resources were abundant.
"And the population?" Yang Zhengshan continued asking.
"There are currently one thousand eight hundred households. The population above twelve years old is more than six thousand eight hundred, not including the new arrivals from yesterday!" Luo Jinsong replied.
Yang Zhengshan slightly nodded. More than seven thousand people, half of whom had moved over from Da Rong, mainly the Yang Family's slave households, tenant farmers, and the families of the guards. In addition, there were also members of the Yang Clan, Luo Family, Zhen Family, and several other families.
"Then can the island's residents cultivate