What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 109 Eat More Meat

In the afternoon, Xu Ji took the mobile phone and typed quickly, communicating with others.

The other party was a professor at Chu Provincial University who specialized in ancient engineering and machinery.

It was the female police officer named Gui Ling who recommended him after consulting him about his request.

The professor's surname is Chen Mingang, after listening to Xu Ji's request.

I thought Xu Ji wanted to write a historical time travel novel.

Immediately very enthusiastically explained the working principle of the waterwheel to Xu Ji.

A lot of structure diagrams, formulas and data were thrown over.

Then, he enthusiastically recommended it to Xu Ji: "Actually, compared to waterwheels, I personally feel that windmills have greater potential!"

"The waterwheel needs to be built in a place with rapids..."

"It is greatly affected by the current speed of the water area!"

"Windmills are different!"

"As long as there is wind, you can work!"

"And... as long as the windmill is big enough, it can do anything!"

"Saw wood, milled flour, made paper, and even forged..."

"Does Holland know?"

"The country of windmills, in the [-]th century, relied on sailboats on the sea and windmills on land to rule the roost for a while!"

When he said this, Xu Ji immediately became interested and began to discuss with this warm-hearted professor.

How to design the windmill, how to install it, how to obtain materials, and how it works.

Professor Chen knows everything and talks endlessly.

Even, he was very considerate and gave Xu Ji a lot of hints.

According to the professor, whether it is a windmill or a waterwheel, both can be turned into a source of power for handicrafts.

Spring cereal, husking, milling...

sawing wood, forging, papermaking...

It is simply the hotbed of modern industry.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon after talking about this.

After the two said goodbye, they agreed that they could consult him at any time if they had any questions next time.

Professor Chen suddenly said: "By the way, if your book is finished... remember to tell me..."

"If the writing is good, I will subscribe to support it!"

have to……

Feelings is a serious fan of historical travel novels.

Xu Ji naturally agreed.

Anyway, he doesn't write books!

Ended the chat with Professor Chen.

Xu Ji began to sort out the chat records of the two of them, sorting out those dry things one by one.

Various technical requirements, indicators, formulas...

There are also structure diagrams and so on.

It's almost seven o'clock when this is done.

Xu Ji packed all these materials and put them in a file.

I also packaged the papermaking technology materials and packages I found from the Internet.

Then he collapsed on the chair: "I haven't eaten meat for a long time..."

"I'd better go eat some meat!"

"Otherwise, the blame for the destruction of the Brazilian rainforest will fall on me!"

So he got up and went out, planning to go to a well-known restaurant in the city center, have a big meal, and eat while memorizing materials and drawings.

Try to memorize the relevant technical materials of papermaking before nine o'clock, and it is best to memorize the improved design of the waterwheel.

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Snowing.

Snowflakes are falling from the sky.

After a while, the entire sand and water banks became a vast expanse of whiteness.

Li Shisanduan was sitting in a gazebo by the Shashui River, having wine and meat with a few old friends from the past.

Everyone is full of compliments.

Chatting and chatting, everyone talked about the Celestial Venerable who has been in seclusion for several months now.

Li Shisan said with emotion: "Unfortunately, Tianzun retreated too quickly... We wanted to present the new wheat harvested to Tianzun as a token of gratitude!"

New wheat, in the past, people would only worship their ancestors and heaven and earth.

But this year, after they harvested new wheat, they all wanted to dedicate it to Tianzun.

It's a pity that Tianzun has retreated.

It is said that immortals retreat for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Fortunately, Meng Bai got the decree of Tianzun, saying that he will leave the customs in May next year.

After careful calculation, it is the month when Tianzun comes this year.

When everyone listened, they were all sighing.

This year, hundreds of villages on both sides of the sand and water have a bumper harvest!

Three stones per mu!

This is an achievement unimaginable in the past!
More importantly, in today's Shashui, monsters are extinct, and He Bo has become one of his own.

Even the land and mountain gods of the past were driven away.

No one wants them to pray day and night with their heart and blood, and to sacrifice the best three animals to condense incense and copper.

Adults and children are all safe.

Because there is no danger, and finally have the time and energy, everyone dared to give birth.

This year, almost every household has a newborn baby.

Both sides of the sand and water are full of vitality.

Even the mountains and plains where the radiation is located are full of laughter.

It's a pity that Tianzun has retreated.

Everyone is sighing.

Someone suggested: "When Tianzun leaves customs in May..."

"Why don't I wait, and bring all the children born this year and next year to Tianzun..."

"Most of them are born because of Tianzun!"

"Tianzun used to like children very much..."

"If you see these babies, Tianzun will be happy!"

"Maybe, I can even bless these children!"

As soon as this proposal came out, not only other people applauded.

Li Shisan's eyes also brightened, and he clapped his hands and said, "God Leftover, your idea is good! It's really good!"

He immediately said: "I'll go to Mr. Meng to discuss it first..."

"If you want to do it, make it bigger!"

"Not only the people in Shashui, but also the people in the surrounding mountainous areas can come..."

"Let's get lucky together!"

"Okay!" Everyone shouted, "That's the way it should be done!"

"It's time to start!"

Although there are still five months left, people can't wait to see the Heavenly Venerate sitting under the willow tree again.

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Li Shisan and others were discussing in full swing.

Above Mount Lu, it was extremely miserable.

because……

Today, almost all the villages at the foot of Mount Lu have turned their backs on the God of Mount Lu.

No one pays tribute, and no one comes to offer incense.

As for the fragrant copper?

Don't even think about it!

The mountain god of Lushan had the idea of ​​wanting to go down the mountain, and even set off the turmoil of the earth, overturning the houses of mortals, and smashing to death those mortals who didn't know what to do.

But he dared not.

because……

As soon as he thought of it, there was a cow's hoof, which manifested from the sky.

As long as he dares to put it into practice.

Even as long as he dared to step out of the mountain temple.

It will be crushed by a hoof!

Therefore, the majestic mountain god dared not even go out of the mountain temple.

The incense is zero, and the tribute is zero.

The majestic mountain god was so hungry that he had no choice but to eat the flesh and blood of wild beasts in the mountain to barely satisfy his hunger.

Worse than the mountain gods are Wang Shan and others who were trapped in the mountain temple.

They also dare not leave this mountain temple!
Someone once had the guts to go out.

Then it immediately turned into a ball of minced meat.

The bull's hoof didn't even step on it, it just dropped a hair and smashed the man to death!
The bones are now outside the temple, exposing the wilderness.

What's more troublesome is that their connection with the upper realm has also been cut off.

No matter how they try to get in touch with the upper world.

In the end, there is only one result: being kicked to pieces by that cow's hoof!

Whether it's incense or amulet.

Even if one sacrifices the seal of the mountain god and sends a message to the upper realm, it will end in a normal way!
Therefore, Wang Shan and others were even more unbearable than the mountain god.

For half a year, I only drank some rainwater and ate some mice I caught to satisfy my hunger.

There is no longer any condition to maintain the image.

A group of people haven't showered for several months.

There is no combing hair or changing clothes.

Everyone was in rags, and everyone stinks.

Where is the slightest bit of gentlemanly demeanor?

All of them are indistinguishable from savages!
But there is still hope for them.

Because, they confirmed that the Upper Realm had already received the memorabilia played last year.

"Maybe it's because the immortals are busy..." Wang Shan comforted himself.

"One day in the sky, one year on earth, maybe so..."

"It will be fine in a few months!"

A month later, Wang Shan was so hungry that he didn't even have the energy to breathe.

The main reason is that the spiritual energy in the temple has been exhausted, even breathing out has no effect.

He collapsed on the ground, looking at the dilapidated and dusty temple.

"The Immortal Lord of the Upper Realm, maybe you are busy..." He encouraged everyone: "It will be fine for another month!"

Another month, spring blossoms.

Wang Shan didn't even have the strength to speak.

He looked at the followers behind him and cheered them up: "Everyone, let's suffer for another month!"

"A month later..."

"Maybe Xianjun will be able to spare some time!"

In March, it rained continuously in spring.

Rain dripped from the crumbling tiles of the mountain temple.

Wang Shan lay on the ground.

Several mice were crawling around on him.

He wanted to make a sound in his throat.

But without the slightest strength.

His mana, his cultivation, have been used to resist hunger.

But he couldn't resist for long.

"Xianjun...Xianjun..." There was only a faint voice in his throat.

And behind him, all the followers and retainers were even more unbearable than him.

At night, there are gusts of gloomy wind blowing in the temple.

Wang Shan suddenly felt something biting his body.

He raised his head reluctantly, only to see the mountain god of Lushan lying on him like a wild beast.

His eyes are red.

"Fellow Daoist..." the mountain god said, "I have no choice but to!"

"It's nearly ten months, no blood food, no incense..."

"Don't eat any more blood..."

"I will perish!"

There is no sacrifice for the mountain god, no worship.

Basically a dead end!
Only by eating blood can one survive.

And it's different from the past.

In the past, eating people was for enjoyment.

Now eating people, he is to survive!
Wang Shan couldn't resist at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the mountain god began to eat from his stomach.

First the viscera, then the limbs.

At last……

Click!

It's the brain and soul!

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Xu Ji patted his belly and looked at the table of vegetables that had been gnawed down to the bones in front of him.

"Not bad! Not bad!" He gave himself a thumbs up: "Today is another day of making contributions to the Brazilian rainforest!"

If he didn't come to eat the meat, Brazilian farmers might not be able to sell their soybeans and corn.

If the soybeans and corn of Brazilian farmers cannot be sold, they will go bankrupt, and if Brazilian farmers go bankrupt, they can only log.

They went logging and the rainforest was destroyed!

and so……

Want to eat meat!

For the sake of the Brazilian rainforest, whoever does not eat meat has no conscience!

　Today's National Day, everyone must have a lot of fish and meat, eat happily, eat happily!

　　If it's not delicious, if you don't eat it seriously, how can you be worthy of your ancestors?
　　Eat and drink well!

　　It is respect for the ancestors!

　　Let them know that their sacrifice was not in vain!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)