Farming, learning Wu, and peace in the world

Chapter 91
After the team building came back, Ikehashisong took out a pen by himself and prepared to write an after-view review.

But he really couldn’t write. After writing a few words, his head became empty. This was much more difficult than writing a composition—he didn’t even remember what was said in the missionary film.

"Forget it, let's wait for Jing Yong's father's secretary to write it for him."

Thinking of this, Chi Hashimatsu thought to himself again: "When I come out of martial arts, I must find some high-quality students to be my secretaries to help me with chores."

The warriors of the Great Xia Republic usually hold high positions.

For this reason, I will also practice piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and hops to decorate myself, but it is obviously a shortcoming in handling government affairs.

Therefore, many warlords and commissioners will appoint a group of civilian officials who do not practice martial arts to assist them in handling government affairs, or simply recruit a group of staff.

Master's profession is quite popular.

Rumble!
Spring thunder exploded.

The first rains of March seem to be coming.

"I have to buy the seeds as soon as possible. It's a pity that the shed is empty." The little uncle took a flashlight and wandered around the shed on a few acres of land. When he returned to the house, he talked to Chi Qiaosong.

"What kind of medicinal materials are planted, have you selected them?"

"Choose it, and plant whichever is more expensive." The little uncle said with a smile, "Our greenhouse is protected by spiritual roots, which is different from other greenhouses, so you don't have to think too much about whether you can plant it or not."

Ikehashi Matsu was curious: "What did you choose?"

"Aesculus chinensis, jasmine jasmine, and Dendrobium officinale. I have chosen these three for the time being, and see if I can grow them successfully. If not, I will try Fenfangji, Haijinsha, Evodia and Vitex."

These are all medicinal materials that can be produced locally in Pengli.

Expensive ones, such as a seven-leaf flower, can be sold for 50 yuan per catty, and jasmine and dendrobium can also be sold for 41 catties.

However, most of these medicinal materials are wild and difficult to cultivate artificially.

The little uncle said, and was a little worried: "It's the fifth-acre greenhouse, without the pressure of the spiritual root, will it not be effective?"

In front of the four acres of greenhouses, there are laurel trees, flat peach trees, colorful gourd vines and phoenix sycamore trees, but the fifth spiritual root has not been found for a long time.

As a result, the fifth-acre greenhouse did not even have a name.

"Spiritual roots are hard to come by, little uncle, don't worry, without spiritual roots, medicinal materials can be grown in this greenhouse."

"Well, Xiaosong, you know this, you can plant it if you say it can be planted."

Rumble!
The thunder sounded again.

The little uncle looked up at the dark night sky, touched his arm and said, "The temperature has dropped a bit, and the goose bumps are freezing."

"It should rain heavily."

"It's raining, the spring thunder sounds, and there are tens of millions of taels of gold. If it doesn't rain, the hurdle will almost dry up. Compared with previous years, this year's spring thunder is considered late."

In previous years, spring thunder would hit in early March, and then spring rain would fall to nourish the newly revived things.

This year, the spring thunder did not hit until the end of March.

But after ten o'clock in the evening, there was still thunder in the sky, and it didn't look like it was going to rain at all.

The little uncle had already washed up and gone to bed, so Ikehashi Song turned off the radio and lay down on the bed to get ready for sleep.He and his little uncle who was on duty at night each lived in one room, and his bed was next to the window of the outer room.

at night.

He had a dream, dreaming that he met an old man with his back turned to him. This old man was wearing a long mandarin jacket and was holding a whisk in his hand.No matter how he turned around, the old man turned his back on him.

Can't see what the old man looks like.

Rumble!
The sound of thunder shook him, waking him up from his dream. He glanced out the window, but there was no sound of rain, only the sound of wind.

He turned over in a daze, and continued to sleep with his back to the window.

At this time, a flash of lightning illuminated the outside of the window, and a human standing old fox suddenly appeared, flashing past in front of the window glass.Accompanied by rumbling thunder, the second lightning flashed the windows again.

It's just that the old fox is no longer on the window.

at the same time.

In the sycamore shed.

Xiao Qing, who was lying cross-legged on the dead wood, suddenly opened her eyes, as if she had sensed something, and sniffed, but she didn't smell anything unusual.

There was a little doubt in its eyes.

I don't understand.

So continue to sleep soundly.

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Early the next morning.

The sky turned out to be clear.

"It's really weird. It thundered all night last night, but it didn't even rain." The little uncle was very confused when he got up to brush his teeth.

Chi Qiaosong was quarreled by thunder all night, did not sleep well, felt sleepy but couldn't fall asleep.

He also got up to scoop up water, brush his teeth and wash his face, and replied, "Maybe it's not raining on our side."

"It won't even rain this time, so don't suffer from severe drought this year."

"Not so much."

"Why not, it will be April soon, and there is no rain, and the stream on the mountain will almost stop flowing. Fortunately, there is a pool dug to store water in the greenhouse, otherwise there will be no place to water it."

The little uncle's complaint made Chi Hashimatsu think of something else.

He remembered what Xu Jingyang said at the beginning, after the Dashui 虺 crossed the catastrophe and transformed Jiao, the weather in Mokan County would be smooth for a year, but if the Dashui 虺 was killed, the weather in Mokan County would suffer accordingly.

perhaps.

At the beginning of spring, if there is only thunder but no rain, it is a sign of worsening weather.

But he changed his mind: "Da Shui Po is dead, but Xiaoqing is still there. No matter how you say it, it can't be considered that Da Shui Po has failed to cross the tribulation completely. At least he has left blood descendants, and the offspring have become dragons."

Also.

At that time, Mokanjiao was killed, so Marshal Zhu invited Master Fei of Sihan Tianshi Mansion to open an altar. While saving the flood, he sacrificed to the mountains and rivers of Mokan County.

Theoretically speaking, the impact of Mokan Jiao's death on Mokan County has been eliminated.

He couldn't figure it out, so he comforted him: "Little uncle, the weather in spring is changeable. It doesn't rain this time, maybe it will rain in a few days."

"I hope so."

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It is customary to go to the martial arts hall to make a point, and then consult with Teacher Song Xiangyu, and Chi Qiaosong returns home.

The new house at the foot of the mountain has already been built, and the second floor is about to be capped.

"Xiaosong!" The second uncle waved from afar.

"What's the matter, uncle?"

"You come, you come."

The second uncle led Chi Qiaosong to a shady place.

After making sure that no one was around, he said, "A mountain dweller from Houxiaoying came over and said that Chimney Mountain... is the Badaokan you mentioned. There is a small mountain stream, and I often hear crickets calling, and the sound is like drumming. People guess that this must be a spirit insect."

"Cricket?" Ikehashi Song was surprised.

Just as animals can become spirits, plants have spiritual roots, and insects can also be cultivated into spirit insects.

Crickets cultivate their spirituality. In the local dialect here, they are called chickens, which means they can crow better than chickens.

However, in some official books that record spiritual things, the titles of insect cultivation are rather messy.For example, a cricket may have several names for spiritual insects.

First, there are too many types of insects, and there are more approximate types.

Secondly, the practice of insects is changeable, and the nature of insects after becoming spirit beasts is so different that they cannot be collectively referred to.

But for Ikehashi pine, it doesn't make any difference, as long as the spirit insects are spiritual and can fertilize the fields.

"Do you want to go look for it?" Second Uncle asked, and then added, "If you want me to say, don't go, the four ghosts of Peng Li haven't caught them yet."

Chi Qiaosong nodded: "It's okay, I can go and have a look. The Qianli Cuilong Mausoleum is so big, there is almost no possibility of bumping into an evil cultivator. And the eight hurdles are not far away. I will go there carefully and return."

The second uncle warned: "Be careful."

"know."

(End of this chapter)