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The weather in Sichuan and Sichuan is always associated with rain. It had not been sunny for a few days before lightning and thunder began, which lasted all day. The heavy rain produced small flash floods, rushing down from the top of the mountain and washing down many vegetables.
None of the workers on the farm took a break. They were all wearing raincoats and holding small bamboo poles to lift up the washed-down seedlings, prop them up on the bamboo poles, and tie them together to prevent the rain from hitting them again.
The water on the road can only flow to lower places, and Li Qingyun's pond is the lowest place nearby. The half-full pond seems to have risen to the shore all of a sudden. Some timid fish are going crazy in the dirty water.
Jumping up and down, they would often jump to the shore and flop down in the mud, until they were smothered in mud and water, unable to move, and were feasted on by passing ducks.
The main mountain surrounding the small farm was originally divided into nine ponds, but it rained heavily for a day and no shelter was available, so the nine ponds were connected together. No matter what was raised in any pond, it was already in chaos.
, seven or eight of the ponds are home to Chinese soft-shelled turtles, and it’s unclear how many freshwater fish are mixed in now.
When Li Qingyun originally designed the pond, he had already left a drainage ditch. However, under such heavy rain, the drainage ditch was already full, so how could it be drained?
By the time the water pump was set up to pump water to the other side of the road, the fish and turtles in the nine ponds should have been mixed up long ago. However, in order to prevent the family villa from being flooded, water still had to be pumped.
Li Qingyun was wearing big trousers, shirtless, holding a shovel, directing workers to pump water and dig drainage ditches. The rain was so heavy that it had exceeded the previous limit. At this time, we had to consider whether there would be flash floods upstream.
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Today, the villagers who should be looking for people to intercede and apply for fish farming workers are all busy in their own fields. There are no tourists today, and Li Qingyun's parents also went to drain the rice fields.
"Uncle, uncle..." Maomao was wearing a raincoat and holding a bamboo basket in his hand. He ran over excitedly and shouted, "Do you see what I have in this?"
Li Qingyun looked into his basket and saw that it was actually a basket of snails and several green eels. He immediately asked: "The snails are not small. Where did you catch so many of them?"
"Grandma and grandpa helped me catch them. There were a lot of them in the rice fields. There were no snails during the day. Now it rained less. Grandma helped me catch so many in a while. There were more in her basket. I heard grandma say that the snails are very good.
"Eat, I came here specifically to ask you, can you cook? I originally wanted my uncle, the little chef, to cook for me, but he said he didn't have time, and he still had to cook for the guests." Maomao complained with some grievances.
"Haha, what's so difficult about this? Don't forget, there is a super chef living in your uncle's farm. He is the master of your little chef uncle. He is very good. What kind of flavor do you want to eat? Tell your uncle?
"It's getting dark and the rain is about to stop. There's nothing to do anyway, so why not make some snacks and have a toothpaste."
"Okay, I'm just going to eat at my uncle's place today. No, I have to tell Tongtong and invite her to come and eat as well. We have agreed that we will share the blessings and the hardships together," Maomao said.
After that, he dropped the basket and ran towards the village.
Li Qingyun shook his head helplessly and called to the workers, telling them to smoke for a while longer before they could go home for dinner. If they don't smoke tomorrow, they don't need to smoke anymore.
At this time, Zheng Xinyan was standing by the pond, chatting with Gong Xinghe. Judging from the atmosphere of the two talking, it seemed that they were having a good conversation, and laughter could be heard from time to time. A middle-aged man was standing not far away with Gong Feiyu,
It seemed that he was a member of the tribe who came specifically to give them the incomplete secret book.
Li Qingyun shouted carelessly: "Old Zheng, come here and help me cook a snail dinner. Mr. Gong, you have been here for two days and I haven't had a chance to entertain you. It's my fault. If you have time tonight, let's go to my house for a few drinks."
Take a cup and try Chef Zheng’s cooking by the way.”
Zheng Xinyan naturally had nothing to say. He had already accepted his fate. When he came to Li Qingyun's house, he worked as a cook. He was very good at it, and he was afraid that others would not use him... Sometimes, he himself felt that he was very cheap. He was in the second level of spiritual cultivation.
A master, he is willing to cook for others. If one day he is not allowed to do so, he will worry about falling out of favor.
"Okay, I love snails the most. After the heavy rain, they were crawling all over the grass. When I was talking just now, I wanted to pick some up and cook them. But in front of Mr. Gong, how could I dare to make a mistake? I can't bear it.
Until now, I didn't expect it to be a blessing." Zheng Xinyan agreed excitedly, rubbed his hands, and even ignored Mr. Gong, trotted towards Li Qingyun and took the bamboo basket in his hand.
Gong Xinghe observed Zheng Xinyan's joyful expression and willing and humble actions with great interest. He could conclude that this second-level spiritual practitioner was willing to contact Li Qingyun from the bottom of his heart and obey his orders and arrangements.
And Li Qingyun is just a martial arts cultivator with a very strong Qi and blood. His realm is not very high. He is only at the middle level. He just has a vague and free spirit in his body. He seems to be extremely confident and doesn't care about anything. All in all, he is extremely mysterious and weird.
It gives people an unfathomable feeling.
"Haha, I am so honored to be invited by Little Friend Li. I have long heard that the vegetables and fine wine at Li Xiaoyou's house are extremely rare. Today I finally have the opportunity to taste them. Not only do I have to go, but I also have to bring two juniors there. What's the trouble?
Please forgive me." Gong Xinghe laughed and seemed very happy to be invited.
The middle-aged man in the distance was extremely surprised and asked Gong Feiyu in a low voice: "That young man is Li Qingyun? Even if his grandfather has entered the third level of martial arts, your grandfather should not treat him with this attitude. This tone of voice
, just like talking to the masters of the same generation."
"Uncle Jiu, don't you understand this? Not to mention his status and background in the world, just because Li Qingyun has such a farm and has elixir resources, he deserves to be treated differently by grandpa. You haven't tasted his vegetables.
He Ling Tea is more than 120% higher grade than ours." Gong Feiyu said meaningfully.
"His vegetables? Haven't we tasted them in Qingheju? They just taste better and contain some extremely spiritual energy. They are considered to be the best tonics for ordinary people. They can strengthen the body and prolong life. But for us cultivators, they have no effect.
It's extremely small and can be ignored. What special status can these things have?" the middle-aged man said disdainfully.
"What kind of spiritual plants are they? What idiot is willing to sell a lot of really good things? After my observation, the vegetables sold outside can only be regarded as ordinary spiritual plants. But the vegetables he eats at home are the real high-quality spiritual plants.
The grade is higher than ours. Uncle Jiu, if you don’t go, don’t regret it.” Gong Feiyu said, already shouting “Grandpa” and quickly followed.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, stamped his feet and said: "Go ahead, don't you believe that the spiritual plants grown by their family can keep up with a thousand-year-old family like ours?"
Because they knew about Zheng Xinyan's deal with the Gong family, Chu Yingtai and Gu Zhaoji did not participate in this kind of dinner, and they also knew how to avoid suspicion.
In the kitchen, while handling the snails, Zheng Xinyan said excitedly to Li Qingyun: "That incomplete secret book is a good thing. I only looked at the first three pages and knew it was related to our Mingtang Sect. What is our Feng Shui spiritual practice about?
Huh? It boils down to just eight words: "Look for the dragon and tap the acupoints, and move the wind and change the water." This incomplete secret book talks about the general outline of "finding the dragon and tapping the acupoints." For our Mingtang Sect, it is simply a shotgun exchange for a cannon. With it, even if it is mine,
The realm remains unchanged, and the attack power can be increased by at least twice. Feng Shui spiritual training, which is the weakest among all types of training, can also have domineering power in a battle."
"Okay, as long as it's useful to you." Li Qingyun turned over his hands, took out a pine brocade box from somewhere, threw it on the kitchen counter, and said, "This is the hundred-year-old Polygonatum japonica they want. When they have dinner and drinks later,
, find a suitable opportunity and trade with them."
Zheng Xinyan was so excited that his hands shook and he almost cut off his fingers. He excitedly stuffed the pine brocade box into his pocket, and then said: "I'm so happy. I ate a few pieces of Polygonatum japonica in the past and didn't think it was precious, but today's piece is different, because
It can be exchanged for a incomplete Feng Shui book. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness, and I, Old Zheng, will never forget my brother's kindness to me."
"It's a pity that the elixirs are becoming less and less. You should cherish them and use them. If there are any extra ones, I would also like to replace them with a secret book. Not to mention the ones that are too precious, just a small formation or small spell that can isolate sound is enough.
Okay." Li Qingyun pretended to sigh, as if this was the last piece of century-old Huangjing. Hearing this made Zheng Xinyan's heart tremble and he broke into a sweat.
"Don't, don't, don't, I know one or two small formations like this. You don't need to exchange them for anything. If you want to learn, I will teach you. This is not the secret method of our Mingtang Sect, it is a gadget I learned later in the world.
After my improvement, the effect is no worse than our sect's sound insulation technology." Seeing that Li Qingyun really wanted to cut off his supply of elixirs, Zheng Xin's legs were so frightened that he hurriedly offered compensation terms without any need for Li Qingyun to threaten him.