Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 53 The role of Qingling root
Outside the Taoist temple, there are jagged mountains and rough roads.

On both sides of the peach trees, on the crooked branches of dark purple, under the background of new green leaves, small and exquisite bone buds grow quietly.

In the courtyard, Chen Yu was unaware of the changes in the outside world. He expected that the cold wind had already dissipated, and the warm and warm sun was turning into blazing heat, swaying enthusiasm towards everything in the world.

He was staring straight ahead, rubbing his chin with one hand, and tapping lightly on his knee with the other.

With a serious expression, his eyes flickered.

After a long time, Chen Yu let out a breath of foul breath, as if he had made a decision, he picked up the slightly dry Qingling root buds in the bowl in front of him, and took the bowl of spirit liquid with his right hand.

Close your eyes and open your mouth, swallowing one after another.

Immediately, it was too late to feel the taste of the buds and the warmth of the spiritual liquid stirring in his stomach, so he performed his self-created calling spirit strengthening technique to experience it carefully.

After a while, Chen Yu opened his eyes again and stood up vigorously, but his expression was full of enlightenment.

Sure enough, the green spirit root can indeed further increase the absorption of psychic liquid, or in other words, the upper limit of the speculation that is about to come, under the action of the green spirit root bud, is gradually widened and raised—in this way, The absorption efficiency of Huling Body Strengthening Technique has returned to the original level, and even after taking more Qinglinggen later, the absorption capacity may be higher than before.

"Is that resolved?"

Looking at the only half of the green spirit root left in the dish, Chen Yu, who was still troubled and worried just now, only felt a little complicated at the moment. He thought it was a major event related to his own future, but it seemed that he had lost his mind.

Even if he insisted on taking Qinglinggen from the beginning instead of putting it on the shelf after the experiment failed, I am afraid that there would be no such troubles at all.

Thinking of this, for a moment, I felt a bit embarrassed by myself, and I couldn't laugh or cry.

But from another angle, it indirectly verified that the human body does have an upper limit for absorption.

Suddenly, he felt that there was still a lot to be done in the catalysis of spiritual intelligence, not only the spiritual liquid of spiritual intelligence, it seemed that the plants produced by these catalysis also hid many secrets.

Chen Yu thought about it, and while feeding that half into his mouth, he took out the record booklet and spread it out in his hand, writing down the three characters Qinglinggen.

He had a hunch that the real function of Qinglinggen was not the so-called raising the upper limit, that was too empty, it should be some kind of specific focus.

Just like the spiritual liquid is transformed and absorbed through the liver, what about the green spirit root, which also acts on the liver?This is indeed very possible, otherwise there would be no such situation as breaking through the original absorption limit.

In just a few days, this problem, which could not be said to be big or small, was solved, and Chen Yu turned around and devoted himself to the cultivation of other crops.

In fact, if it wasn't for spending a lot of time on brother chicken, it might not take so long to experiment with Qinglinggen and other plants.

And the re-use of Qinglinggen also made him a little bit more confident in the catalyst of the inspiration.

Of course, after a few days, the effect of the spiritual liquid was also outstanding.

The spring millet seeds that germinated on the wooden board have already sprouted inch-long seedlings, which is much faster than the buds that are barely budding in the field.

And every root is very strong.It can be expected that when it grows, it will bear a lot of ears.

But it's all good these days, too.Just yesterday, the scallion leaves that were transplanted before dried up, and the shallots that were seasoned later disappeared, which disappointed Chen Yu for a long time.

In addition, only one of the three crocks where the medicinal seeds were planted sprouted, and it was a negative herb called Baoxincao.

Of the five medicines he had bought in the pharmacy at the foot of the mountain, he chose three, which were not too outrageous in terms of environmental requirements.

At that time, money was limited, and there were none of the fine and expensive ones.

Just like this precious heart grass.It is said to be grass, but it is actually more like a kind of vine.Originally, it grows between rock crevices, accompanied by shrubs and moss, regardless of the environment. At most, it only needs to insert two wooden sticks after germination, and put a few stones beside it.

Treasure Heart Grass is common and can't be sold for much, and it is also called "worthless" and "a penny yellow vine" by the herbal pickers who went to the mountains.

Now, this worthless root has grown under the urging of the psychic liquid—the ones catalyzed by the psychic spirit still haven't moved, as if they are dead.

I fiddled with the celery. I picked some and sprinkled it with the dried mushroom and loach soup to enhance the freshness. Fortunately, the growth is still satisfactory, and the place where it was picked has grown again.

So when Chen Yu went to the backyard, he pinched some more and put them on the stove. There were also four skinny loaches that had been disembowelled.

It has to be said that he is really not suitable for breeding.

After a few days, not to mention the dead crabs, there were only three loaches alive, hiding in the mud and dust, lingering and dying.

During this period of time, I have been busy experimenting with the matter of crossing the upper limit of the absorption of that layer of spiritual fluid, so I didn't pay much attention to it, and I didn't want to have reached such a field.

Really helpless, can only be ruthless, let them exert their residual heat.But I have to say that the meat quality of the loach in the mountains is really not bad.

During the process, he also tried to cook a pot with Runchangcao and Lanting Shenuo together. As for the taste, he can only say that it is full of color, fragrance, and endless aftertaste.

It's just that there are not many of these ingredients. If you really want to eat them freely, you have to wait for a while until the third batch of transplanted vegetables in the medicine field matures—yes, the medicine field is full again. idle.The main reason is that the growth of medicine seeds and grain seeds is not as good as expected. The original plan was to wait for the two to grow and transplant them to the medicine field for further observation.

But now he has a lot of consumption on Lanting Divine Fruit and Qinglinggen, especially the latter, he has nothing left in his hands.

At the beginning, there was only one single seedling of the gluttonous deer, plus the two picked when it was mature, which have long been used in the experiment.

So the transplanting and cultivation started again, but this time there were no Yuan Linggen and Intestinal Moisturizing Grass.

After a shock, in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, a few grains of ideas accumulated during this period were lost.

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The breeze is blowing, and the mountains are peaceful and leisurely.

After solving the problem of spiritual liquid absorption, Chen Yu returned to his usual rhythm, reading Taoist scriptures every day, and occasionally weeding his own mountain fields. The grass in the rocky field has deep roots and short leaves, and it is quite laborious to pull up.

I didn’t enter the mountain again, but after a light rain two days ago, I went to look for mushrooms in the grove behind Guanhou. There weren’t many mushrooms, but I found a few spruces with thick, long stems and wide umbrellas. , was pulled out and put into the pot, and the last piece of pheasant meat was eaten.

In the day after day of idleness, it gradually came to late April, ushering in the season of peach blossoms.

Chen Yu moved the chair to the front of the courtyard, and not far to the right was the big tank with mountain crabs—a few duckweeds were floating on it, and there were three or two small black and red crabs between the rocks at the bottom of the water. Spitting bubbles.

As for the loach...he glanced helplessly at the small tank further inside, or else loach was difficult to raise, and with his efforts so hard, there was only one left.

It might be gone tomorrow.

However, Chen Yu doesn't plan to go into the mountains to catch them in the near future, and he's getting tired of eating them.

There are not many condiments in Guanzhong, and there are only a few ways to eat it. It is fresh, but the fishy smell is still there.

Looking back at the pink and tender peach blossoms in front of him, Chen Yu suddenly reached out and stroked the flowers.I thought that if there was no flour in the Taoist temple, maybe I could try peach blossom cake.

I don't know why, but the peach blossoms here are much later than in memory. Normally, they shouldn't bloom in mid-spring?
As a result, when we arrived here, we almost became partners with the pear tree, and collided with each other during the flowering period.

"Why did I forget about this last time I went down the mountain?"

Holding the petals, Chen Yu sighed, not only was there no flour, but there was no pasta, and now it was rice every day, and I still wanted to change the taste after all.

But this matter is only recent, and it won't be long before I can go down the mountain again, and I can buy some to bring back.

On the other side, stroking the smooth bark, Chen Yu suddenly had a whim. Speaking of which, if he gave the peach tree some inspiration...

His eyes lit up, it's not like he didn't think about it before, but at that time the search for inspiration had just started, it didn't seem like he finally had some experience now.

After thinking about it for a while, I think I can try it.

Especially during the period when the peach tree has not yet produced fruit, he also wants to taste the taste of peaches catalyzed by inspiration.

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