Farming, Learning Martial Arts, and Peace In the World

After returning from the group building, Chi Qiaosong took out his pen and prepared to write an afterthought.

But he really couldn't write it. After writing a few words, his head became empty, which was much harder than writing an essay - he didn't remember what the mission video said at all.

"Forget it, let's wait for Jing Yong's dad's secretary to write it on his behalf."

Thinking like this, Chi Qiaosong pondered to himself again: "When I become a martial artist, I must find a few top students to be secretaries to help me with chores."

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

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

Therefore, many military governors 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.

The profession of Master is quite popular.

Boom!

Spring thunder exploded.

The first rain of March appears to be coming.

"I have to hurry up and buy the seeds back. It's a pity that the greenhouse is empty." The little uncle took a flashlight and walked around the greenhouse on several acres of land. When he returned to the house, he talked to Chi Qiaosong.

"Have you chosen any herbs to plant?"

"Choose it well, you can plant whichever is more expensive." The little uncle smiled. "Our greenhouse is protected by spiritual roots, which is different from other greenhouses. You don't have to think too much about whether you can plant it."

Chi Qiaosong was curious: "What did you choose?"

"Aesculus, jasmine, and Dendrobium officinale. I've chosen these three for the time being, to see if I can plant them successfully. If not, I'll try Fenfangji, Haijinsha, Evodia and Vitex."

These are all medicinal materials that Pengli can produce locally.

Expensive ones are like seven leaves and a single flower, which can sell for forty or fifty yuan per catty, and the big flower jasmine and dendrobium can also sell for thirty to forty-one 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 spiritual roots, will it be ineffective?"

There are laurel trees, peach trees, colorful gourd vines and phoenix sycamore trees in the front four acres of greenhouses, but the fifth spiritual root has not been found.

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

"Linggen is something you can't find, little uncle, don't worry, without spiritual roots, medicinal herbs can be grown in this acre of greenhouses."

"Well, Xiao Song, you know this, you can plant it if you can."

Boom!

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 frozen."

"It should rain heavily."

"It's raining, it's good, there is a sound of spring thunder, and the gold is tens of millions of taels. If it doesn't rain, this hurdle will be dry and cracked. Compared with previous years, this year's spring thunder is late."

In previous years, spring thunder would strike in early March, followed by spring rain, nourishing all things that had just recovered.

This year to the end of March, the spring thunder will hit.

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 and slept, Chi Qiaosong turned off the radio, and also lay on the bed ready to sleep. He shared a room with his uncle who was on duty at night, and his bed was against the outer window.

at night.

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

I can't see what the old man looks like.

Boom!

The sound of thunder shook him and woke him up from his dream. He glanced out the window. There was no rain, only wind.

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

At this moment, a flash of lightning illuminated the outside of the window, and a standing old fox suddenly appeared, flashing past the window glass. With the rumble of thunder, a second flash of lightning re-lit the window.

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

at the same time.

In the sycamore greenhouse.

Xiaoqing, who was lying cross-legged on the dead wood, suddenly opened his eyes and seemed to sense something. He sniffed, but there was no abnormal smell.

There was a little doubt in his eyes.

I don't understand.

So he continued to fall asleep.

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Early the next morning.

The sky turned out to be clear.

"It's really weird. Last night there was thunder all night, and not even a single raindrop fell." When the little uncle got up and brushed his teeth, he was very confused.

Chi Qiaosong was disturbed by thunder all night, and he didn't sleep soundly. He was a little sleepy but couldn't sleep.

He also got up, scooped water, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and replied, "It may not rain on our side."

"It won't rain this time, so don't have a severe drought this year."

"Not so much."

"Why not? It's already April, and the rain hasn't fallen, and the stream on the mountain is almost running out of water. Fortunately, there are ponds dug in the greenhouse to store water, otherwise there will be nowhere to water it."

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

He remembered what Xu Jingyang had said at the time, that the great water scorpion would turn into a calamity, and after the success of Mokan County, the weather would be good for a year, but if the big water hyacinth was killed, the weather in Mokan County would suffer.

perhaps.

In the spring season, when there is only thunder and no rain, it is a sign of poor weather.

But he thought about it again: "The big water dragon is dead, but Xiaoqing is still there. It can't be said that the big water dragon has completely failed to survive the calamity.

in addition.

At that time, Mokan Jiao was killed, and Zhu Dashuai invited Master Fei from the Sihan Tianshi Mansion to open the altar.

In theory, the impact of Mokan Jiao's death on Mokan County has been eliminated.

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

"I hope so. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

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It is customary to go to the martial arts hall to order a Mao, and then discuss with Teacher Song Xiangyu, and Chi Qiaosong returns home.

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

"Komatsu!" The second uncle beckoned from a distance.

"What's the matter, Uncle?"

"You come, you come."

The second uncle led Chi Qiaosong to a shady place.

After confirming that there was no one left or right, he said: "There is a mountain person from Hou Xiaoying's side, saying that Chimney Mountain... It is the eight ridges you mentioned, there is a small mountain stream, and I often hear crickets calling, the sound is like drumming. The mountain people Guess this must be a spirit worm."

"Cricket?" Chi Qiaosong was surprised.

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

Cricket cultivates spirituality. In the local dialect, it is called "Chicken", which means that it can croak better than a chicken.

However, in some official books that record spiritual things, the appellation of insect cultivation is rather messy. For example, a cricket may be extended to several spiritual insects.

As a result, there are too many species of insects, and there are more similar species.

Second, the practice of insects is changeable, and the nature of insects after becoming spiritual beasts is very different, so they cannot be collectively referred to.

However, this makes no difference to Chi Qiaosong, as long as the worm has spirituality and can fertilize the fields.

"Would you like to go look for it?" the second uncle asked, and then added, "If you want me to tell you, don't go. Now the four ghosts of Peng Li have not been caught."

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

The second uncle warned: "Be careful."

"know."