Chapter 51 Lingzhuzi: What are you looking at? "I...
"My son, how are you?"
"Father, how are you?"
The father and daughter returned to the cave in Qingcheng Mountain and asked each other almost at the same time.
Tong hurriedly said, "Luckily, I was protected by your tentacles, so I wasn't hurt. But, father, I just smelled the stench of Bai Ze's blood. Are you hurt?"
Bai Ze hadn't wanted to let his daughter know, but she was so perceptive, so he had to half-conceal and say, "I wasn't paying attention for a moment, and that young man injured my arm. It's nothing serious."
Tong heaved a sigh of relief and exclaimed in amazement, "I never thought that a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect could have such a high level of cultivation."
Even if it was a Lingzhu from the Wa Palace, how many years had he cultivated? How many years had Bai Ze cultivated? Being able to hurt Bai Ze, even just a little, would be enough for Lingzhuzi to brag about.
"Yes, even I hadn't expected that." Bai Ze said with a hint of reluctance, "Back then, when the Demon King and the Demon Emperor were still alive, the Three Pure Ones were the ones who retreated. The three brothers lived in seclusion in Kunlun Mountain, not daring to even think about coming out into the world. Who would have thought..."
Thinking back to the past, and then thinking about the present, how could Bai Ze not feel pain in his heart? How could he not feel hatred?
However, the situation is stronger than people, and now he has a daughter to worry about. Many people who he once looked down upon have to retreat on their own initiative.
This is really... a matter of time!
Bai Ze exhaled heavily and sternly instructed Tong, "From today on, you will practice in seclusion in Qingcheng Mountain. You are not allowed to provoke Dai Fuli again."
Tong smiled and said, "I know what you are worried about, father. Don't worry, father, your daughter knows her limits."
She had never been cold since she was born. Now that she finally had hope and had experienced what it was like to spend the night normally, how could she give up?
"Sense of propriety? Humph!" Bai Ze sneered, "If you really had some sense of propriety, you wouldn't have caused that Lingzhuzi to attack you, and there wouldn't have been any need for me to rescue you."
When Ling Zhuzi was mentioned, Tong's face darkened and he said angrily, "This is not my daughter's fault at all. Ling Zhuzi is completely unreasonable and gets violent at the slightest disagreement."
Bai Ze said calmly, "Now you finally understand, right? Not everyone in this world is willing to reason with you. I was able to arrive in time today, but I'm not sure if it will happen next time."
Seeing his resolute attitude, Tong said anxiously, "Father, I have been suffering from a cold for many years. I finally have hope. Can you bear to let me miss it?"
Of course Bai Ze couldn't bear it.
But everything has its priorities, and when faced with two evils, choose the lesser one.
Bai Ze said earnestly, "My dear daughter, compared to your life, your cold is just a minor illness. I will send more people to find a treasure to help you overcome your cold. But you, don't go out."
He said the last sentence with absolute certainty.
After saying this, without waiting for Tong to struggle any longer, he cast a spell to seal all the magic power in her body and ordered the maid to help her down.
“Father, father, father…”
Tong refused to give up, but was unable to resist. Her cries grew increasingly distant. When they could no longer be heard, Bai Ze bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".
If you look closely, you will see that his blood, which should be golden, is entangled with wisps of black energy.
"Your Majesty!" The Suanni spirit quickly stepped forward to support him, saying in shock, "How could that Lingzhuzi be so powerful as to injure Your Majesty so badly?"
After spitting out the blood accumulated in his chest, Bai Ze suddenly felt much more comfortable.
He raised his hand to push the Suanni spirit away, then leaned back on the cloud bed covered with white tiger skin, sneering, "It's not that Lingzhuzi is so powerful, but I'm controlled by the Heavenly Dao. I can only use half of my full cultivation."
Although considering the number of years he had practiced, even if only half of his cultivation level was left, it was still embarrassing enough for him to be seriously injured by Lingzhuzi in one encounter.
But he would never tell such truth in front of his subordinates.
The demon race is a race of the jungle, and the demon kings under him are not only ambitious, but also few of them are content. If they knew what happened today, they would probably be ready to make a move.
He ordered, "Take two people with you and keep a close eye on the young master. Don't let her go out again. The three religions are so powerful now, we can't afford to offend them."
"yes."
Bai Ze was seriously injured this time, but in order to avoid people's anxiety, he did not go into seclusion to recuperate. He still acted according to his usual routine and only meditated for four hours a day.
Tong was trapped in Qingcheng Mountain and couldn't get out for a while. Fu Li's attention, which had been focused on keeping an eye on her, was finally able to be withdrawn.
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After Lingzhuzi came, Fuli handed over the task of opening the kiln and firing bricks to him, while he himself worked with the people in the tribe on autumn plowing.
The crops planted in spring were in their flowering period when the flood hit. Even if the flood period was short and the seedlings were not drowned, no crops would grow.
Fu Li persuaded Ge and led everyone to cut all the seedlings that had grown to the knees and make them into silage. They also caught some wild cattle and sheep in the mountains and raised them in pens.
In order to survive in the second half of the year, we have to plant another crop.
Fortunately, the rice-growing technology in Shu has been developed for many years, and the older people all know that rice does not have to be planted according to the solar terms as long as the temperature is suitable.
Fu Li also taught them how to make compost and how to change the transplanting method to the throwing method, so that the rice seedlings can grow stronger and maximize the yield under the existing conditions.
"Will this work?"
Watching everyone enthusiastically following Professor Fuli's method of transplanting the seedlings, Ge couldn't help but feel worried: This method is really new, no one has used it before. If it doesn't increase production, it's fine, but what if all the seedlings are ruined...
"Don't worry, Sister Ge. I used to be an agricultural official in charge of farming in Boyi." Fu Li is always confident when persuading others, making people believe her involuntarily.
Ge agreed to let everyone plant rice seedlings because he was infected by her spirit and energy and inexplicably felt that she could do it.
As for the worry she felt, it was because as the leader of a tribe, she had to be responsible for the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the entire tribe, and she had to think more about everything.
Now, after hearing Fu Li say that she had worked as an agricultural official in the royal capital, he was surprised and became even more convinced of her.
People at that time were still relatively simple and honest. Although they all knew that the older people were, the more experience they had accumulated. However, they would not look down on people with real abilities just because of their age.
Everyone worked together for three days and finally planted all the seedlings.
Fu Li took everyone up the mountain to cut bamboo, teaching some people how to split bamboo strips, some to polish them, and some to learn how to weave bamboo.
The first thing they are taught is definitely the simplest basket making, and then they are taught to weave bamboo mats gradually. Finally, in the process of weaving bamboo mats, they use colored threads to weave beautiful patterns.
After these things were woven, a part was left for them for their own use, and Fu Li helped them transport the rest to Boyi in exchange for food.
As for salt, there are salt wells in Shu.
In her previous life, she knew a Sichuan cuisine chef who used well salt purchased from the local area when cooking.
The chef said, "You can make the same dish with other salts, but the taste will always be off."
She called over the oldest members of the tribe and asked them if they knew where a salt well was.
"Salt well? I know one. But..." Aunt Qi frowned and said, "The salt is poisonous. Who would eat it unless it's absolutely necessary?"
Fu Li smiled and said, "Don't worry, old men and women, I will detoxify the well salt."
Her reputation within the tribe was already very high, even surpassing that of the chief. Even the elders in the tribe were convinced by what she said.
Hu Weng said happily, "That's great! I also know two salt wells. One of them has a peach tree growing near it, and it has been occupied by a group of monkeys.
However, the monkeys also know that salt is inedible. As long as we only take the salt and leave their peach trees alone, the monkeys will just avoid us and won't attack us.
"Okay. Since we know the place, let's prepare today and push the cart to collect salt tomorrow." Fu Li made the decision directly.
The vehicle is naturally a unicycle.
This car is said to have been invented by Zhuge Liang during the Three Kingdoms period. The reason it was able to travel to the Shang Dynasty was of course also due to Fu Li's contribution.
Although the carrying capacity of this type of vehicle is a little smaller without the help of sacks, it is really very suitable for transporting goods in the mountains.
After arranging the salt mining for tomorrow, Fu Li let everyone go. After finishing her work, the first thing she wanted to do was go back to find Ling Zhuzi.
During the time Lingzhuzi had been here, the large blue bricks needed to build the house had basically been burned, and Lingzhuzi should have had some free time.
But Fuli was too busy and too good at finding work for herself. In her eyes, everything in this era was full of room for improvement.
So, after enough green bricks were fired, Lingzhuzi took the initiative to help everyone make tiles. When Fuli found him, he was frowning and patiently teaching the group of people who had previously fired bricks how to make tile blanks.
Fu Li didn't bother him until he had taught the two most insightful people and assigned them to teach the others. Then he approached him with a smile and said jokingly, "If you don't become a Qigong practitioner, you can be very successful as a teacher."
"Teacher?" Ling Zhuzi asked doubtfully, "You mean the tutor who teaches the young masters in the palace?"
Because of King Wo Ding of Shang, Ling Zhuzi had some opinions about the entire Shang royal family. He immediately sneered, "Do they think they are worthy? I won't go even if you invite me!"
Fu Li didn't explain much, she smiled and rushed over to hold his arm, "Yes, yes, how can they be a match? They don't deserve it."
When the craftsmen who were making the embryos saw her, they greeted her warmly and looked at her with admiration.
Fu Li returned the greeting with a smile, said goodbye to everyone, and then returned to her residence arm in arm with Ling Zhuzi.
It was a newly built blue brick house. Because the tiles had not been baked yet, the roof was covered with straw.
They were both cultivators, and even if they didn't specialize in alchemy, they had at least learned how to make medicine. The thatched roof was warm in winter and cool in summer. The only drawback was the high number of mosquitoes, but that wasn't a problem for them.
After there were no outsiders around him, Ling Zhuzi couldn't help but say, "Those who know me are here to see you, but those who don't would think I came here specifically to burn the kiln."
Fu Li poured a glass of water, avoided his hand and fed it directly to his mouth, looking at him eagerly.
Lingzhuzi couldn't bear the look and had to lower his head and take a sip.
Fu Li asked, "How is it? Is the taste of this one better than last time?"
Her eyes sparkled, as if she had stolen all the stars in the sky and hidden them in her dark and moist pupils, gleaming with a watery light, but for no reason, it made his cheeks hot.
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