Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 30 Shack (Comments requested!)
At the same time when Chen Yu was on his way back, the Zuofeng Fortress, which was thousands of miles away from Shiya County, was changing, and the smoke was billowing.

On that day, Gao Yanhong, the chief general of the Great Qi, personally commanded [-] cavalry to beat the pass with his whip.

He threatened to break the city in two days, sweep the six states in the north in ten days, and take advantage of the wind in the tenth month to enter Jianye!
All of a sudden, overcast clouds covered the banks of the great river, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. There was already a severe drought, but now there were swordsmen.

At the same time, there are also those who take advantage of the chaos to make profits. The Bailian Sect and Wudou Dao and other obscene sacrifices and wild sacrifices are widely spread among believers.

It's hard to stop, most of the river is in a mess.

It's just that all of this has little to do with the Yunhe Temple in Qingtai Mountain, which is thousands of miles away.

Regardless of the changing situation at the bottom of the mountain, what Chen Yu thinks more about now is how to arrange these little guys in the basket.

……

Cluck ~ Da!

The slightly skinny hen looked around. When it came to an unfamiliar environment, it immediately lowered its head, fluffed its wings by its sides, and curled up nervously on the ground like a ball.

not moving at all.

Compared with the two hens shrunk into a ball, the rooster wearing a crown of flames and a red general's cloak is much more at ease, like a king who has moved his capital, with his head held high and his two paws grasping at the ground. On the ground, he raised his black, red and shiny chest high.

Not to mention the little chick, he chirped full of curiosity, his short legs stepped forward, and ran around the courtyard of the two-legged beast.

Taking a look at these new residents, Chen Yu felt that it was still necessary to build a shack to keep out the wind and rain. After all, Pingyu was coming soon. If someone was accidentally exposed to the rain, there might not be many chicks in this group. Can hold on.

After closing the courtyard gate, he went to the back mountain with a machete and an axe, planning to cut some bamboo to weave a fence.

Originally, there were chickens, ducks and livestock in the Taoist temple, but the old Taoist priests liked to wander when they were young and couldn't take care of them, so they were demolished.

As for the predecessor, there is no need to expect to be able to raise chickens and ducks. These opponents who live in the world and carry forward Yunhe's prestige seem to be trivial, completely unnecessary.

Meat?Just go down the mountain and buy it.

Time-consuming and labor-intensive round-trip?Then stay at the foot of the mountain for a while longer, just to be a chivalrous hero and walk the world with a sword.

Cost of money?He didn't have this concept in his predecessor, he just used it when he had it. In his opinion, there is no need to worry about whether to bring gold and silver with him when he lives or not.

It can be said that he is a very free and easy person, and then he killed himself free and easy.

Chen Yu sighed, dispelled all the things in his mind, and put his mind on the present.

He has never made a bamboo fence, but he saw his grandfather in his hometown make it in his previous life, and his memory is a little fuzzy.

Cut off the bamboo, clean the branches, break them according to the cross cut, peel off the pieces, soak them in water...

Then they interspersed together like braids, first pressed against the end, and estimated the width of the fence before reaching the end.

"Not enough."

Even if only half of it is surrounded and the other half is against the wall, the fence is not enough.

I have no choice but to go up the mountain and cut down another batch.

Chen Yu held the knife with his fingers, put it on the bamboo clothes, and pulled out a long piece with a light slide.

Soon, the newly cut bamboo pieces were also woven into the fence, but fortunately, the width was enough after two trips.

In the courtyard, a fence of about two feet was laid flat on the ground, and the fine and dense bamboo slices were connected horizontally, punctured and intertwined.It looks solid and looks good.

After making gestures, Chen Yu was still a little dissatisfied, because the area in the lower right corner was too loose, and looked skewed when viewed from the front.

Touching his nose, he took the knife and slammed it inward twice with the back of the knife, and didn't stop until the larger holes were squeezed down.

"Soon."

This time, let’s do this first, and then repair it if something goes wrong, or simply burn it out after using it for a while and replace it with a new one.

There are many bamboos on the mountain, which can be cut at any time.

"I picked up a backpack for nothing."

Turning around, he turned the bamboo basket containing the chickens upside down, poured out the grass wadding inside, patted it, and threw it by the courtyard wall.

Then Chen Yu took the freshly baked fence to the outside of the courtyard, near the back of the firewood house. First, he fixed the two sides with two wooden sticks, then tied one end of the fence with a hemp rope, and tied the other end with a long rope, and put it on the fence. on sticks.

"There are three more."

Trying to measure the distance with his hands, he raised his eyes to look at the sky again, the two leaves were put together, and the other was on top.

So Dian'er Dian'er went back to the courtyard, weaved together the remaining bamboo pieces, and made three fences that were a little smaller than before.Take it to the back of the Taoist temple, and use hemp rope to tie up the joints tightly.

Use a long stick with a thick arm to stick it upside down on the ground, and then pull it slightly diagonally after passing through the rope, making the simple shack in front of you a little more spacious.

The top was covered, and the grass wadding from the courtyard was brought in, spread on the top, and some thatch was also found to hang on it.

Afterwards, hay had to be spread in the shack as well.

By the time everything was settled, it was already evening, and the glow in the distance was dim and yellow.

Back in the yard, the chick was resting next to the hen.

The big rooster also seemed to be tired, instead of continuing to patrol his new territory, he squatted down and took a nap not far away.

"Come, come, everyone, take a look at the new home."

After driving the chickens and chickens to the fenced shack behind the yard, Chen Yu was satisfied, looked at the clucking hens, and went to the kitchen to scoop up half a bowl of millet and sprinkle it on the ground.

The arrival of the food undoubtedly aroused the appetites of the big and small ones, and the atmosphere became hot again, with their heads pecking at each other and their cries uninterrupted.

"Eat more, let me eat when you are full."

Looking at the brood of chickens in front of him, he seemed to see fat broilers shaking.

How proper is it for a Taoist priest not to ponder the Taoist scriptures all day long, but instead think about farming or appetite?
Oh, he's a fake Taoist priest, that's okay.

After squatting and watching for a while, Chen Yu turned and left.

It's late, and we should get some food. Chickens are indeed easy to eat, but he can't do it.

"Well, let's cut some diced meat and make porridge tonight!"

Thinking of this, he remembered the two pieces of meat he brought back. The chicken is a good thing. After the rain, he might have to go to the mountains to pick some yams and angelicas and so on, and cook a pot of fresh soup.

"It's a pity that we can't buy taro in Xizhou, otherwise we can have taro shochu chicken."

There are also taro in this world, but because it is easy to be poisoned due to improper handling, few people eat it, and most of them are distributed in the southeast.Xizhou is located in the inland of Daliang, except for some wild swamps, it is really hard to come across.

Sighed, with a little regret.

……

In the evening, it was up and down and punching.

After the encounter at the foot of the mountain, he had a deeper understanding of the fighting style recorded in Yunhe Kungfu, but after all, he was not a person who liked to fight, so Chen Yu quickly put his mind back on the training method.

He is obviously more interested in 'practice' than the word 'play'.

The process of strengthening himself bit by bit gave him an inexplicable joy in developing it.

The rules of fighting are different, you have to fight hard, you have to fight with people to make progress, at most you can only master your moves day after day after day, and you will only show timidity when you are really facing the enemy.Years of empty air will actually hold you back.

Therefore, in his view, the art of protecting the Tao needs to be learned from time to time, but there is really no need to devote too much energy to study and hone it.

It would be fine if he was a gifted martial artist, but for a martial artist with ordinary talent like him, he still needs to find his own position, and he must not be half-hearted.

My mind fluttered, and my concentration sank.

The strength is surging, and continues to wash away the cortex membrane following the breathing rhythm...

(End of this chapter)