Chapter 3 The ghost scholar never wanted to hide Bai Mizi's identity...
The ghost scholar had never thought of hiding this identity, so he nodded without hesitation.
There are scholars in this world, most of them are descendants of sorcerers. Because they do not have the talent of a sorcerer but still understand some strange knowledge, they are also called scholars.
"So do you want to stay in He Village with Lu Wazi?" He San's uncle continued to ask calmly. This time, he looked at the two people opposite.
Ye Lu, who had been listening nearby, frowned and subconsciously prepared to step forward, but unexpectedly, an old hand patted his shoulder and he was unable to move.
Xi Mingren didn't think too much about it. He just did what he wanted to do instinctively and nodded without hesitation. If he didn't follow A Lu, who would he follow? His life was saved by A Lu.
The ghost scholar was only a little slower than the playful man but nodded without hesitation. He believed that Ye Lu would never betray him, and he would never betray the other two. Wherever Ye Lu went, they would definitely go there too.
Uncle He San took in everyone's expressions. He released his hand that was patting Ye Lu's shoulder and did not continue to stop Ye Lu.
Ye Lu felt the pressure suddenly relieved, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect it to be so easy.
The next second, Uncle He San's calm and gentle voice sounded, saying, "I understand."
"In that case, you should stay in the village."
Uncle He San actually looked like he had no intention of pursuing the matter. It was obvious that the two people in front of him were full of doubts, and that the hidden dangers in the village were just their one-sided statements, but he actually believed them.
At this time, the ghost scholar couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise on his face.
"Life is difficult for everyone in this world." Uncle He San shook his head and interrupted what the ghost scholar was about to say.
The ghost scholar knew very well that Uncle He San was definitely aware of their abnormality and was not stupid. The only possibility was that - the ghost scholar subconsciously looked at Ye Lu next to him. Ye Lu seemed to be thinking about something. He had just seen clearly that Uncle He San had a very good attitude towards Ye Lu, and he might have kept the two of them for Ye Lu's sake.
After confirming that they would not cause any problems for Ye Lu and the village, they stayed.
Are the people in this village a little weird? This was the first thought that came to the ghost scholar's mind.
Uncle He San did not continue to explain the reason for the two. He turned his head to look at Ye Lu, and told him the main reason for his visit this time, saying: "The weather outside is getting drier, and there are two more people in your family. You have to plan for the white millet to eat, and you also have to check on the fields outside and water them as much as possible. Since the two of them are also living in your house, you can also ask them to help more."
Uncle He San looked at Ye Lu with some distress. The millet in Lu Wazi's house was probably not enough to eat, especially with two more people to feed. In this world, people who don't eat weird food won't live long.
Ye Lu heard the advice in Uncle He San's words and was silent for a while. He began to realize that something was wrong. It was too weird. From beginning to end, all the clues seemed to reveal that a serious disaster was about to happen, and now it was just the calm before the storm.
"I see."
Uncle He San patted Ye Lu's shoulder, sighed, and slowly left with his crutches. Only Ye Lu and the other three were left in the room.
As soon as Uncle He San left, the house fell silent. The three men had solemn expressions and no one spoke.
The ghost scholar was the first to break the silence and said solemnly: "There is something strange!"
"This village is different from what we thought." How to put it, at least it is much better than they expected. No one knows why the village accepts them so normally.
"Let's not talk about it for now. It's getting late. Let's have dinner first! Get up early tomorrow to check the fields." Ye Lu stepped forward and spoke to comfort him. He didn't know why, but he instinctively believed that Uncle He San had no intention of harming him, and kept his Uncle He San's words in mind.
All signs indicate that the world is likely to suffer a severe drought.
The three of them have nothing now, no spiritual power, no equipment, no military force, and the team space cannot be opened. They have nothing. With a severe drought about to happen, famine will most likely follow. They must value the fields. They can't really starve to death in this world.
What Ye Lu said was exactly what the ghost scholar was thinking, and he nodded, agreeing.
The playful man listened quietly all the way and had no intention of speaking at all.
After Ye Lu and the ghost scholar finished talking, they both looked at Mi Zi who was not far away.
The three of them surrounded the wooden box and looked down at the neatly packed grains. It was called a wooden box, but in fact it was a wooden box that was about the height of a calf. Through the gaps, they could see the millet inside. It was yellow and white, and each grain was very bright. It was about the size of a child's finger. The wooden box must have some function, as it could vaguely block the release of the millet's strange power.
Ye Lu thought for a moment and said hesitantly: "This millet seems to be eaten directly."
"It can also be cooked, but the villagers have always felt that the strange power in it might be reduced if it is cooked. Even though the taste will be much better, no one is willing to do so." Ye Lu said hesitantly as he walked, recalling the way to eat millet in his memory.
They are all ordinary villagers, and the role of strange food is self-evident. None of them can give up the strange power for the sake of taste.
"Let's eat first." Ye Lu quickly made up his mind and grabbed a handful of millet from the wooden box, about a dozen of them, and gave a handful to each of the ghost scholar and his men.
When eating white millet, Ye Lu peeled off the outer white skin to reveal the yellow millet and swallowed it directly. The first thing you smell is a light grain aroma and a light sweetness, which can be easily overlooked if you don't pay attention. The next thing you notice is a very bad taste, very dry and woody. If you take a few bites carefully, you can feel the dust.
It really tasted bad just as I remembered.
Ye Lu had no expression on his face, but then his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but praise: "Good stuff!"
I saw a strange power suddenly burst out from the stomach and filled the dantian. The originally dried up spiritual power was like a sweet rain meeting a dry land. At first, maybe because the spiritual power and the strange power were different, there was a little rejection, but soon as the strange power touched the dantian, the rejection was almost negligible.
A faint layer of strange power appeared in the dantian.
Not only that, this millet is probably really useful. Ye Lu can also clearly feel a layer of warmth flowing from his dantian to his entire body and even his limbs. His physical strength has also become a little stronger, almost invisibly, and this also comes with a certain degree of physical strengthening.
The Ghost Scholar and the Playful Man also felt that their strength was recovering. Although it was only a trace visible to the naked eye, it gave them hope. The most important thing was that this was just a branch of the Huangli-grade green millet.
It is estimated to be about the Baiyuan level.
nice one!
The two couldn't help but look at the wooden box again with eager eyes, their eyes full of anticipation.
Ye Lu frowned and followed the two people's gaze to look at the wooden box. He originally thought it was a lot, but now he felt it was pitifully small.
The three of them were used to relying on their own strength. Once they were sure that they could recover, they immediately began to swallow the white millet in their hands. After eating all of them, they were almost full. Although it could not be called recovery, at least they had escaped from their previous extremely weak state.
By the time they finished all this, it was almost dark. They had been busy since they opened their eyes and were reluctant to go out, mainly because it always felt very dangerous outside after dark.
"Pack up and go to bed early. We still need to go to the fields tomorrow."
"We can't just ignore the land and see how the millet is grown. If we return to StarNet later, it would be best if we can take it with us."
"whee……"
The night grew darker.
Early the next morning.
It's just dawn.
As the sunlight shone through the gaps in the wooden windows onto the ground, the temperature in the house continued to rise, almost dyeing the ground a dim yellow.
Ye Lu was awakened by the heat.
When he opened his eyes, there was no one in the room. However, there were two figures whispering something in the room. When they heard Ye Lu getting up, they both looked over. Ye Lu nodded, quickly washed up, and soon left the room.
“……”As soon as he went out, Ye Lu couldn’t help but frown.
The ghost scholar also frowned. He squinted his eyes and looked at the sky above his head. The sun was too big, ridiculously big. He whispered: "It's hotter than yesterday."
Ye Lu said nothing, but followed the route he remembered to the fields allocated to him in the village.
Because he was still young, Ye Lu rented out most of the crops on the land he was allocated to the villagers except for millet, and shared the harvested grain with others, a total of seven acres, one acre of which was planted field and six acres of grain fields.
The three followed Ye Lu's steps and soon arrived at the edge of the field. What caught their eyes was a millet field near the edge of the hillside. It was very small, almost at the edge. Unexpectedly, the millet was white when harvested, but when in the field it was white with a faint green color, like green jade.
The millet field was different from the other fields surrounding it. Ye Lu was so sharp-eyed that he could even see a faint blood color on the field. It should be blood. When he got closer, he saw more. Not to mention the fragrance, it was not ripe yet, but he could feel a strange power.
It is indeed a strange plant.
Ye Lu looked around and found that most of the people were like him. A field of strange plants was surrounded by a large number of ordinary fields. There were also several fields of strange plants close together, surrounded by more ordinary fields. I'm afraid there are differences between the fields of strange plants and ordinary fields.
The ghost scholar squinted his eyes and looked at the fields. After looking for a few times, the ghost scholar finally found something wrong. He bent down and got closer to a millet. The millet was very tall, with slender leaves, one section after another, and still very tall. These millets looked okay when viewed individually, but the ghost scholar had seen the millet in the wooden box.
These are too thin, even a little shriveled.
The edges of the leaves are also slightly curled.
"Lack of water." Millet is a drought-resistant crop, but even so, the millets in this field looked thin. The ghost scholar looked up again and saw that both millet fields and ordinary fields were in poor condition. In comparison, the millet fields looked energetic.
The ghost scholar pinched the millet leaves and they felt dry.
Ye Lu also looked around. Most of them were on the hillside, connected to the foot of the mountain. There was not a trace of moisture. There was a medium-sized ditch at the foot of the mountain. It should be where the river used to flow, but now it was dry and cracked.
"Well water!" Ye Lu said with certainty. It has been a while since the weather has been like this, and most people in the village have been using well water to irrigate their fields.
If Ye Lu remembered correctly, there was also a well in their yard. It seemed that his maternal family was indeed of high status, otherwise how could a child have such a big house and yard? Not everyone can have a big well. His warlock father left him a lot of good things, and his maternal family was indeed protective of him.
Although the three grown men seem to be working slowly, they are actually quite fast.
The millet field was soon watered clean, and the millets were visibly more energetic, but the recovery of the well water also slowed down. Ye Lu hesitated for a moment and decided not to continue watering the ordinary fields. Instead, he and the ghost scholar cleaned the large vats stored at home, and at the same time drew water from the well and stored it in the large vats.
A few more days passed.
The water in the well is becoming less and less.
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