It's not a problem to eat peach blossoms all day long. In contrast, he still hopes to taste the taste of peaches.
Carrying a soil bag, Chen Yu went to the mountain field and bent down to start weeding.
The soil and rocks on the mountain are slightly half-grown, and it takes a lot of effort to pull out the grass growing in the soil. If it is a big ball, you will need a hoe. This is how it is to open fields on the mountain, twice the result with half the effort.
But he had no other choice. This place was already the highest land that could be found around him. If he wanted to go to the fields, he would have to go down the mountain, or go into the mountains to where the dead branches and leaves were left to fertilize.
Chen Yu didn't want to bother, he just wanted to take care of the field in his hand, not to mention there was no other way. He had spiritual liquid in his hand, which could largely replace fertility and accelerate the growth of crops.
However, it has not yet been determined whether to sprinkle the spiritual liquid. We are still waiting for the spring millet to grow in the medicinal field to see if there are any side effects.
It didn't take long to weed. After returning to the mountain, I had been working diligently in the fields, so there weren't many weeds. I just eliminated two of them three times, five times, five times, and two times.
Then it’s time to carry water for watering.
The clouds in the sky have become lighter, and I don't know if the rain will start. The wind has been blowing in my ears, but no raindrops have fallen.
The water was drawn from a small pond formed by shallow streams on the mountainside. It was not deep and was overflowing from the mountain stream. It had been flowing for more than ten years without any trace of fish or shrimp.
There were originally many straight trees growing on both sides, and the Taoist disciples regarded it as a good place to carry water and chop firewood.
Later, more cutting was done, and that small area became as bare as it is now, with only weeds covering it up to the ankles and wrists.
Twenty or thirty reeds were swaying in the corner. It was June and had not yet bloomed. However, as Chen Yu arrived carrying a pole, there was still a colorful pheasant that crowed and then fluttered its wings in panic. He put his head into the reeds and immediately
I saw a nest made of messy hay.
Insert tree roots, fallen leaves, and broken hemp found somewhere, and put them on the reed poles, with clear pond water rippling below.
The nest was only half-finished. He didn't look at it too much. He put down the bucket and scooped out most of it, then picked it up on his shoulder and left quickly.
There are quite a few pheasants nearby, and Qingtai Mountain is uninhabited except for Yunhe Temple. In the past, it was fine, and some Taoists would go into the mountain to feed from time to time. Later, when the number of people decreased, these wild birds became more numerous.
There is nothing to eat in this pond, no fish or shrimp. It is estimated that even if the offspring is born, they will only be able to find beetles, earthworms and the like to fill their bellies, or they can eat some grass seeds, just like the chicken brother in the chicken shed.
You can feel full from both sides.
On the mountain road, thinking about all kinds of things, his steps were very light and nimble, and every step he took was like a dragonfly passing through the stone steps.
Smart, light and graceful.
Among all Yun Heguan's skills, only this footwork could satisfy him. I wonder if God compensated for the dullness in other martial arts. In terms of footwork, Chen Yu could be said to have made rapid progress, and it was no better than the internal training with the help of Qi.
slow.
Nowadays, this Kung Fu has been practiced to the point of almost perfect proficiency, even if the old Taoist priest comes back to life, he will be amazed.
The bucket has a flat bottom, not a rounded point, and you keep walking all the way up. Even if you are really tired, you can put it down and rest. However, Chen Yu carried it all the way to the mountain field, and not even a drop of water was spilled. He scooped it all up and poured it to Chun.
Millet seedlings.
The ladle is very long, about more than one foot, and the wooden stopper on the mouth holds water and splashes it in the field.
It took another half an hour of going back and forth to water the field all over.
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Not much to say in the afternoon. It was very leisurely on the mountain. After watering the ground, he took a rest. Chen Yu looked through the Taoist scrolls. Recently, he was thinking about how to write his own book.
I haven't started writing yet. There are pens and ink and an inkstone in the temple, but the only thing missing is the writing paper.
It's not that there is none, but it's too little, and it's not enough to cause harm to him.
Writing a book is a process of self-sorting. Sometimes what is on your mind still needs to be written down before problems can be discovered.
When the book is complete, you can read it and review it every day, adding, deleting, and correcting your thoughts at the same time to avoid going astray.
Especially regarding matters of cultivation, there is no room for carelessness.
In the past few days, he was planning a trip down the mountain to the next county seat to buy some food, mainly oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and noodles. If he could find ginger, he would also buy some, as well as star anise and other spices.
The second step is to buy paper and pay off the debt.
The latter is also called "Guo Jing", which means the house is clean and sounds the same as "Guo Jing". It is a local product used to wash pots and pans. It can remove oil stains and is similar to oral alkali and block alkali. It was originally prepared in Yunhe Temple.
Some of them were used up not long ago. After frying them yesterday, I found that cleaning them was really troublesome. There was always a greasy feeling on my fingertips.
After boiling two more pots of water, I managed to wash it off and remove the oil stains. Fortunately, there was no shortage of firewood on the mountain.
"There's no rush to go down the mountain. We'll wait for the spring millet harvest before we go."
When I returned to the mountain in the middle of the fifth month, I poured a bag of spiritual liquid on it. The spring millet in the medicine field was growing well, and now it has heading and is slightly golden.
The spring millet cultivated with spiritual liquid not only grows quickly, but also has thin shells and large grains, and nearly thirty grains can grow on one bunch of ears.
In my memory, the spring millet in this life is different from the 'millet' called yellow rice that I saw in the previous life. The yield and taste are much better, but it is still impossible for ordinary spring millet to grow to this extent.
A bunch of ears can be in their early twenties at most, and it is very common for them to have empty and shriveled shells.
"The handle is stiff and not as crooked as others."
Food crops are the most susceptible to diseases and various insect diseases, but the spring millet in this field does not have this problem at the moment.
Chen Yu thought about calculating the total amount after harvesting, and then polishing some to try. If there were any side effects, he would stop immediately and no longer use spiritual fluid to water it.
However, this possibility is unlikely. At present, it seems that the spiritual liquid is the same as the spiritual machine. Although the efficacy is not comparable, the changes are all positive. Unless it cannot be absorbed and is overstretched, it will cause adverse effects.
Probably just these two days.
To sum it up, the spring millet seeds stayed in the wooden boards for a while, and then they were sown in the fields immediately after they were planted. Now that January has passed, it is much earlier than in the mountains and fields.
Rubbing his chin, he thought that if he had time, he might be able to plant another batch, of course, assuming there was really nothing wrong with these spring millets.
"It's just that if this is the case, some Yuanling roots will have to be added to the fourth batch of cultivation to avoid insufficient use in the future."
A white stick can catalyze a Yuanling root, which contains eight to eleven energy beads, which is equivalent to four to five bags of spiritual liquid. Although he has already used a bamboo tube to store it, he is still used to using bags.
Describe, and the amount of a tube varies depending on the size of the bamboo tube, while the water bag is much more regular, making it easier to remember.
"One bag is required for one application of watering. These are used twice in the medicinal field. If it is expanded, it is estimated that an additional watering will be needed."
Three bags of spiritual liquid per month, this amount is really not much.
Three bags of spiritual fluid can be exchanged for a rich harvest and ripening several months in advance. In his opinion, it is not a loss at all.