Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 24 Clear Sky and Drought Thunder (comments required!)
Diligence neglected in play.

In the early morning of the next day, Chen Yu got up and went to the stone platform to breathe out and refresh his mind. After being refreshed, he began to practice Yunhe Kungfu again.

The strength in the body is stimulated, the movements are wide open and closed, the momentum is not small, and the fight is majestic. With the flapping of the clothes and the wind, it is quite a bit of a superior demeanor.

Bang!
Half an hour passed, the sitting exercises were mixed with movement and silence, the pile kung fu, the whip and the legs were all pulled once, and then the movement of qi and blood was used to temper the outer skin, muscles and bones with strength, and the progress was visible to the naked eye.

I was a little weak in the middle, but fortunately, I was supported by the spiritual liquid. After drinking it, I regained my spirit and relieved my fatigue, and I persisted in the whole process.

At the same time, he was also paying attention to the hidden force in his body, but he hadn't discovered it yet. The situation on the night of the breakthrough not long ago seemed to be just an accident.

But he didn't give up, the supernatural power was related to the spiritual liquid, not to mention it was in the body, after a long time, he couldn't believe that he couldn't find any clues.

The morning work is over, and Chen Yu is cooking.

In today's era, ordinary people still maintain the habit of eating two meals a day, and some well-to-do households may have supper and the like.

It's just that practicing martial arts consumes a lot of energy, and the burning of energy and fat during the process of moving blood will make martial artists hungry faster and replenish more frequently than ordinary people.

Chen Yu's realm is not high, but his appetite is not necessarily small at all.

After eating gruel and cleaning it up, he came to the courtyard to check the situation of the medicine field. The weather has been sunny and rainy for the past few days, and the plants on the soil are growing stronger and stronger.

The leaves of Dabaigen have shrunk a little to the ground, and the fruit of Lantinguo has become a little bigger. The skin is tender and red, and the juice inside can be vaguely seen.

And speaking of the biggest change among them, it is still the green vegetables in the corner.

The green color is like emerald, the tip of the leaf is long and slightly curved, the edge is stained with morning dew, and a bunch of green buds like grain buds emerge from the place where the veins meet, facing the sun.

Chen Yu approached and couldn't help playing with the tip of the bud.

The cortex was soft and seemed to have knots inside, and it felt like unripe corn.

The hard matter under the skin is very small, even less than a grain of rice.

"Can green vegetables bear fruit?"

He looked strange, he didn't know what the inspiration had catalyzed, but if it really came to fruition, what would be the taste and effect of the green vegetables?

A little curious, Chen Yu withdrew his hand and didn't peel off the leather jacket to find out. According to his observation, it will mature in only two or three days, so there is no need to be impatient.

Next to it, the jade worm clothing with a long stem is still very green and tender. It looks the same as before transplanting, but the jade white insect buds that grow out become whiter, and the surface seems to be wrapped in jade powder. More and more like a handicraft.

Clapping his hands and getting up, he thought that he might be able to get a book to record everything in front of him. He had an idea, so it would be impossible to plant only these kinds in the future, and there are many more to try.

A logbook for recording experiments, on the one hand, can avoid omissions, and on the other hand, can sort out gains and losses from time to time.

Taoist temples have pens and ink, as well as blank paper, so it is not difficult, let alone go down the mountain to spend money to buy them.

In fact, Chen Yu's memory is not bad, even much better than the average person, and with the recent improvement of martial arts and spiritual improvement, the memory ability has been vaguely enhanced, but a good memory is not as good as a bad pen, and I will find some for myself by the way things to do.

After leaving and returning to the courtyard, Chen Yu began to clean up.

Pingyu is just around the corner. If you want to buy some chickens from farmers to raise, you have to take advantage of it now to avoid two days of heavy rain and road closures.

This time he went down the mountain because he didn't go into the city, so he only brought another unlined shirt that he bought at the clothing store last time, it was sky blue, and it was still slim to wear.

He also wears a Taoist robe, his face is far inferior to that of an old Taoist priest in the village below the mountain, and the villagers probably don't know him well.When the time comes to the foot of the mountain, you will have to use clothing to reflect your identity.

As I said before, Daliang has a strong atmosphere of Taoism, coupled with the countryside and mountains, so even if most people don't know that he is the master of Yunhe Temple on the Qingtai Mountain next door, at least they shouldn't be too contradictory in terms of Taoist robes and Taoist priests.

It's just that the road down the mountain is rough, so I changed my clothes beforehand.

"There are five taels of silver left, enough to buy some chickens."

More than 200 catties of rice grains and the dispensing of Baiyunsan cost him a lot of money. The money he saved and sold the orange silver grass and long-eared white antler is not much now.

There are still some things in the Taoist temple that cannot be sold for money, such as the Sifangtai case, which was left over from the first generation of temple masters. The old flower sandalwood has a little gold silk pattern on the edge, which is very valuable.

It's just that this thing is of great significance to the old Taoist priest and his predecessor, so he doesn't want to do this.For Chen Yu, he is far from being poor, let alone this level. At least now, although there is little money, it does not affect his daily life, so he has no such thoughts.

On the mountain road, a young man in a long gown walked slowly across the rocky road while calculating how much he wanted to buy.

He must have chickens, and ducks are not bad, but the road is bumpy, otherwise he really wants to buy two goats and put them on the mountain.

I don’t want to think about cattle, the government prohibits the sale of cattle, and all cattle households have registered in the Yamen. Unless you are a wealthy family who doesn’t take money seriously, or a family of officials with someone above, otherwise this level There is no way around it.

Farmers rarely raise cattle, and most of them rent from nearby landowners and squires. In addition to renting a certain amount of money, they also have to be responsible for the cattle, and they have to pay a large sum of money for any mistakes.

Can't pay?Selling fields and land, if it is not possible, you can also sell yourself as a slave.

Daliang did not prohibit slavery, but there were some innocuous restrictions on the number.

Boom~!
There was a thunder in the blue sky and the sun, shaking the mountains and forests.

Fortunately, after walking for a while, the sky was still blue and there was no accumulation of clouds and rain.

Chen Yu's foot movements quickened, and he unconsciously used the footwork of Yunhe Kungfu. His steps were light, and he easily crossed several meters with a single breath.

……

clang!
"A catastrophe is coming!!"

In broad daylight, a broken gong sounded violently over Majiatun.

It also resounded in the hearts of the villagers.

Everyone's hearts trembled. Whether they were still doing farm work in the fields or staying at home doing chores, men, women, old and children ran out one after another. Some elderly people stood up with spears and short knives in their hands. Several hunters were even more burdened. A wooden bow and a quiver slung across his waist.

"Go to the big willow tree at the east end of the village!"

"Quick! The group of ginkgo bandits who suffered from natural disasters are here!"

"Big Zhuang! Take someone to the entrance of the village, Shanhua! Let the children of all families stop running around and hide at home first! Don't come out!"

"Ma Lao Si? Ma Lao Si, you fucking go to the Liu Family Village across the river to call someone!"

The old man held a spear, stood in the middle of the village road with a thin body, clenched his fists, and ordered one by one to the panicked villagers gathered around him.

"Don't worry! People have been sent to the county just now! County Lord Li will send people here soon! Don't panic!"

He shouted loudly, in fact, everyone knows how far the county is from Majiatun, but when they heard this, many people relaxed their faces and calmed down slowly.

Soon, a group of people set out for the entrance of the village, most of them were adults, both men and women.There were also a few half-grown guys who were taller than the wheels, and nervously copied the sticks and weapons given by their parents, mixed with the crowd, and came to the entrance of the village together.

Rumble!
There was loud thunder, but the people in Majiatun didn't care about it. They stared wide-eyed and looked into the distance.

woohoo!

A thin man in ragged clothes knocked out of the grass, his face was unclear and his hair was disheveled, but the stick studded with iron nails in his hand was extremely cold.

Stepping on the field, looked up and waved back.

The next moment, a scene that made everyone at the entrance of the village feel chilled appeared:
A total of seven or eight robbers of different heights, short, fat and thin, but obviously dressed much cleaner, walked out of the forest path with weapons in hand.

And behind them, ten, twenty, thirty...

At the entrance of the village, the spear-wielding elderly man at the head seemed to be tightly clenched at this moment.

Blood overflowed from his heart, his eyes were about to split open, his mouth widened and he gasped, he no longer had the composure he had before.

Boom da!

A slightly skinny nauseous horse kicked around, revealing its figure from the shade of the forest, and on the back was a man with a ruddy face, big arms and a thick waist, wearing leather armor.

The man squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, then opened and closed his lips.

The villagers were too far away to hear anything, only the expression of the bandit next to the man changed from numb to bloodthirsty and cruel.

Because the man said:

"Slaughtered."

　Suddenly, I found that writing faster and easier after giving up therapy.Hey, it's done in an hour, let's go after it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)