From a militiaman's gestures, Leo roughly understood the acre system in this world. The area of an acre mentioned by the villagers was about the same as an acre in his previous life. To put it more intuitively, it is the size of half a football field. Although the farming technology in this world is very backward and the degree of land reclamation does not need to be as intensive and meticulous as in the previous life, and it can even be said to be very primitive, it is still hard for Leo to imagine that they can reclaim nearly 300 acres of wasteland in three months without any mechanical equipment, relying on only 300 people, mostly the elderly and the weak. Reclaiming wasteland and cultivating cultivated land are completely different concepts. From burning the wasteland, turning the soil, clearing away debris and shrubs, to leveling the land, repairing ridges, digging canals, to the final sowing, maintenance, and harvesting, the amount of labor required for one acre of wasteland is more than ten times that of cultivated land. This is because there is a large grassland and lake on the river bend peninsula, with flat terrain, fertile soil and abundant water resources, which is very suitable for land reclamation, which gave Uliyang the confidence. The areas further away from the river bend and the vast plains on the other side of the river were covered with primeval forests full of giant coniferous trees. Such land and vegetation were not something that a refugee-like pioneering team like theirs could conquer. Leo, who grew up in a modern rural area, subconsciously always thought that if there was no need to pay taxes, each person could have enough food to eat by planting two mu of land. However, this is the remote frontier of the North, and the farming techniques here are quite backward even in this world, and the grains they have are not genetically modified high-yield crops. In the village before the original owner's death, only one crop of rye could be grown a year. On one acre of land, two hundred pounds of wheat seeds were sown, but only eight hundred pounds of grain could be harvested. A year's harvest of grain, minus wheat seeds, without paying taxes, would only keep one person from starving to death on one acre of land.
With this calculation, the 300 acres that Uliyang requested was not much. Even if the goal was achieved, there was still a long way to go before one could have enough food and clothing. Three hundred acres is equivalent to more than 1,800 acres of land. Even if I am given a tillage machine, I still can't finish plowing it! But Leo was obviously not a reasonable person. Knowing this would only make him more upset and irritable. He said arrogantly: "I don't care, let's train first, and I'll beat anyone who wants to leave!" The militiamen looked at each other, but no one said a word. Many of them might not be convinced by the young Leo, but they were definitely afraid of his fists. Moreover, the militia members, who had just been slaughtered by a volley of javelins from the ogre men a few days ago, were already sensitive to the power of javelins. That rain of javelins directly took the lives of more than ten militiamen, and now there are several people lying in the tents in the camp, unable to get out of bed. This was the long-range attack method that caused the most casualties to the militia during their migration, second only to the flying axes of the orc warriors and the headhunting spears of the troll scouts. So a group of people came to the deserted space outside the camp with various javelins, spears and sticks. Leo estimated the distance and temporarily changed the rules. He drew a straight line under his feet and pointed to the hillside more than 20 meters away: "Start practicing throwing from here. Hitting the tree trunk is a valid throw." There are some small trees growing sparsely on the hillside, and it is not easy to hit the tree trunk from more than 20 meters away. A militiaman stepped forward enthusiastically, picked up a handy javelin, and threw it out with all his strength. The javelin flew crookedly over a distance of twenty meters and landed a few meters in front of the small tree. The remaining militiamen laughed and attacked confidently. As a result, only a few javelins successfully flew into the grove, and only one javelin was lucky enough to get stuck at the root of a tree trunk. The results are terrible! But Leo was not disappointed. As a sports student in his previous life, he knew very well that without any training, a running start, and with poor quality javelin, this level was already good for ordinary people. He had also seen javelins flying sideways, spinning, and skipping on the ground. The javelins collected by the militia can only be said to be similar in shape to javelins. Except for those seized from the kobolds, the rest are long-pole weapons of varying thicknesses. There are also several pitchforks mixed in, with weights ranging from half a kilogram to three kilograms. The throwing feel is completely different from that of standard javelins.
Being able to successfully throw it twenty meters on the first try is considered a sign of great athletic talent. "continue!" Leo first let the militiamen throw two rounds of javelins, and then picked up the thrown javelins before he began to carefully demonstrate the javelin throwing technique. How to hold the javelin, the technique of using the javelin, throwing with a run-up and throwing without a run-up, the angle of throwing, etc. I saw him explaining while backing away, then raising the javelin above his shoulder, taking a few slow-motion run-up steps, and then throwing the javelin out. The javelin he threw flew in an elegant and stable arc trajectory, easily flying more than 20 meters, accurately nailing the trunk of a small tree, and penetrating the trunk, with a piece of the spear tip piercing out from the back of the trunk. Perfect! Several years of sports training in his previous life, coupled with the blessing of a strong physique in this life, made his javelin throwing skill reach maximum value. This is when I was injured and not suitable for exercise. Leo is now a natural athlete, and not just in javelin throwing. If this kind of brute strength and athletic talent were put into his previous life, with a little training, he would be able to at least be the best in multiple events, even if he didn't become an Olympic champion in the decathlon. The militiamen present were also shocked by his move and began to whisper to each other. Who is the best javelin thrower? Answer 1: Leo, who has never thrown a javelin. Answer 2: The kobold leader who was bitten to death. Correct answer: "It's soul penetration!" After training for about an hour, Uliyan rushed over from the camp. At this time, the militiamen's javelin throwing skills were already quite good. After mastering the basic throwing techniques, the strong and powerful militiamen could throw the javelins thirty meters without a running start, but their accuracy was worrying. Improving throwing accuracy requires long-term practice and standardization of throwing weapons, which can only be achieved slowly. Looking at the militiamen who were rubbing their sore arms but looking excited, Leo said loudly, "This morning's training is over. You have barely passed. From now on, you must practice javelin throwing for at least an hour every morning!" Wu Liyang, who had been watching for a while, was surprised and patted Leo on the shoulder and said, "I didn't expect that you have this skill, kid?" "It hurts, it hurts!" Leo dropped his shoulders and shrank his body, dodging Uliyan's slap while explaining, "I figured it out when I was hunting before." "Very good, very good! This way, we will be more confident in wiping out the Kobolds." "Don't be anxious, just watch carefully, I have many abilities." Leo was beaming with joy. "Hey! How capable are you? How could I not know?" Wu Liyang raised his foot to kick, "You look so happy. Are you healed? If you are, go work in the fields!"