Chapter 36 (Three Updates in One)
Lin Xinghuo took out two grains of rice from his cloth bag and gently twisted the husks. It turned out to be the green glutinous rice that "people know Kunlun in the sky, and its green essence is different from that below". The rice grains were slender and slightly green.
Wei Chunfeng came over after seeing the team leader leave. When she saw the two grains of rice in Lin Xinghuo's hand, she asked, "Is this the 'green glutinous rice' mentioned in Dream of the Red Chamber? Wow, the team leader actually got it!" Wei Chunfeng has recently become obsessed with Dream of the Red Chamber, which is one of the few classical masterpieces that has not been banned. Lin Xinghuo donated some of the books he bought on the black market to the team library, which contains a set of last year's new edition of Dream of the Red Chamber.
"What's wrong with the captain?" Lin Xinghuo asked. It was very strange that the captain had just said "I want my mother to eat an extra bowl of rice". The captain was kind and straightforward, but he had never brought up family matters when discussing official business.
Wei Chunfeng sighed and said, "The captain's father has been found."
The captain's father? Didn't they say he abandoned his wife and children and ran off with an actor many years ago?
"That's him. He's now an official in a certain city in Jizhou Province. Even that actor has become the head of the art troupe!" Wei Chunfeng said, "That damn father talks better than he sings. It was originally a scandalous elopement, but he spread rumors that his family had been killed by bandits, and then he married the actor openly."
So why bring it back now? Lin Xinghuo didn't think such a person would suddenly have a conscience.
"This matter is somewhat related to that educated youth named Chang," Wei Chunfeng lowered her voice. "Chang Qing somehow got a train ticket and sneaked back home. She's not a worker-peasant-soldier university student, nor is she back in the city for work. She's hiding at home all day, even in her overcrowded tube-shaped building. Isn't she just waiting to be reported? These days, there are a lot of cases of educated youth sneaking back to the city. We just issued a document demanding a strict investigation, and she was just walking right into the crossfire, so she was arrested and taken in for a detailed investigation. Chang Qing also had a letter of introduction, which makes the matter even more serious. They have to investigate whether she was a swindler. So we've questioned both our Tunhe Commune and the County Textile Factory No. 2."
"Coincidentally, the person in charge of this matter is Huang Zhixin. Aunt Huang said that Huang Zhixin is obsessed with becoming a superior person. As long as he can climb up, he will do things with great care. She was right. He spoke openly about his hometown in a commune under San City, Selangor Province. When Chang Qing's question came up, his colleagues felt that it sounded familiar. Isn't this Huang Zhixin's hometown? Huang Zhixin took the investigation report and went straight to the phone. He called the commune to inquire about our team leader's hometown and origin. The commune said that he was crying loudly, saying that he thought his mother and son were dead, and that he was sorry for his wife and eldest son..."
"How true is that to a play?" Wei Chunfeng said angrily, "But he and that actor didn't get married until several years later! They were already worried that the affair would be exposed one day! And our village had just moved here at that time, so we didn't know each other. Aunt Huang's village was scattered by plague back then, so isn't this a good excuse?"
Lin Xinghuo frowned: "Where is he? Didn't he come back to see me?" Aunt Huang suffered so much when she was young that now she is one of the people with the worst health in the village.
Wei Chunfeng sneered: "Does he dare to come back? He was too excited and fell ill. He couldn't get up. Look, that actor even called the commune and asked if our team leader's family needed any help. What a hypocrite!"
"As for Huang Zhixin, even when he was ill, he often talked about how he left home and went to the city to carry heavy bags at the dock just so his wife and children could have a bowl of fine grain porridge during the Spring Festival. But the county town was attacked by bandits, and the refugees forced him onto the ship. He had no food or water on the way, and he fell seriously ill. It was Liba from Bozhou Port who saved him..." Wei Chunfeng pointed at the green glutinous rice: "He also asked the actors to send all the fine grains from home. The team leader refused to eat his family's rice and directly said that if he was willing, he could find some good seeds for the production team." Whether to accept the request was a big deal. If he accepted it, he would be upset. If he didn't accept it, it would seem that the team leader was ungrateful. The team leader simply made a request, laying out the collective needs. When they saw that this side was not easy to deal with, they calmed down a little.
Who would eat the food given to them by their family if they behaved like this? Lin Xinghuo thought, no wonder the captain said that at the meeting. I'm afraid Aunt Huang's throat must be as uncomfortable as if there was a dough stuck in it.
"Can you help me find out how he became an official?" Lin Xinghuo said to Wei Chunfeng.
Wei Chunfeng curled her lips. "Do you even need to ask? A city official emerged from a remote village, and many people would have already tried to curry favor with him. Before Huangtu Village was disbanded, it was a large village, with many relatives, young and old. I heard that a cousin from another village, not even five generations away, sent someone of higher generation to visit Jizhou. There were several groups of people who came back and boasted about it to the sky! They said Huang Zhixin was very capable, and that he was specially recruited into the factory propaganda department for criticizing "The Biography of Wu Xun" at the dock. Later, he defeated so-and-so and became a famous local 'fighter'!"
Chunfeng sneered, "He defeated the master he once worshipped at the factory. He's a heartless bastard!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Xinghuo felt relieved. It was already May of 1973, and there were only a few years left before the unjust and wrong cases were completely redressed. For such a villain who rose to prominence through fighting, "good days" were ahead.
Lin Xinghuo took out the box containing Changqing's straw man from the storage bag. He took a look and found that the straw man had lost some straw, but the whole man was still in good condition. He knew that Changqing was fine for the time being.
"Oh, and that Chang Zhiqing, I really don't know what to say about her," Wei Chunfeng glanced at the scarecrow and said, "She's really good at stirring up trouble, and she's really reckless. She was reported when she returned to the city, and they were planning to bring trouble to her whole family. They might even accuse her family of covering up for her, so her parents had no choice but to let her take over. They said they were processing the succession procedures, so they let her come back early."
"That letter of introduction was stolen from the Second Textile Factory by her ex-husband, Fei Ping. The Second Textile Factory was eager to clear the matter up, so they also took the initiative to prove that Comrade Chang Qing herself had no problems and that her previous expulsion was due to her ex-husband. After she and her ex-husband made a clear break, the Second Textile Factory was actually ready to revoke the punishment, but Comrade Chang Qing chose to return to her parents to take over the business... In this way, not only did they take over her mother's business from her brother, but they also eliminated the punishment they had received. I heard that her younger brother was forced to go to the countryside to work in the fields."
He is indeed a great man. Every time when he is at his wit's end, Chang Qing always manages to turn the situation around. Even Lin Xinghuo can't help but admire his tenacity and ruthlessness.
Regardless of whether she scared him away or not, Lin Xinghuo felt that they would basically never meet again. She fiddled with the small box and stuffed it into the deepest part of the storage bag.
It's true that the incident involving Leader Huang was disgusting, but it had virtually no impact. Lin Xinghuo later went to visit Aunt Huang, who cheerfully said, "We've had nothing to do with him for a long time. I've called the commune post office and he won't dare show up again to disgust us."
Aunt Huang told the other end that if they continued to act nice and bother us, she would take her whole family to Jizhou. Didn't Huang Zhixin say he had let her and her mother down, and she was willing to remarry him? If he refused to divorce the actor, she would hang out at his workplace every day and talk about the past in detail! Sure enough, the issue of people from the commune constantly coming to ask the team leader to return the phone was resolved.
"My dear child, a heartless man like him won't last long! With you here, I'm sure I'll outlive him. Let's just wait and see what happens to him." Aunt Huang said, "But about that green rice, I heard from Dazhuang that you planted it? Are the seedlings strong? Do you think the yield will be high?"
Lin Xinghuo shook her head. Not only did she grow it, she also harvested several crops. The Bijing rice was delicious, but the yield was really not high.
Aunt Huang said, "I knew it. A bad blastocyst would just do superficial work. What kind of seed is it looking for?"
"The yield is not high, but it is said that the taste is much better than ordinary rice." The seeds are really good seeds, and you won't be able to find them in a few years.
"What's the use of that?" Aunt Huang said frankly, "If I really plant this, won't I lose everything?"
Well, in the hearts of simple farmers, yield is still the simplest pursuit.
"Auntie," Lin Xinghuo carried the medicine box and gave another instruction: "You really can't go to the fields. You have to take care of yourself at least until the autumn harvest. I told Auntie Wang, and she asked me to tell her: even if you go to work, she won't assign you any work." Auntie Huang has come to her senses now, but she was indeed angry before. She has a weak foundation, so she has to take care of herself.
Aunt Huang waved her hands: "I'll listen to you! Alas, Grandma Wei has gone to work in the fields, and I have to take care of her at my age. It's all that damned bastard's fault!"
Now, all those who are able to work, young and old, have gone to the fields to work. Aunt Huang, who has never known idleness in her life, secretly went to work the day before yesterday. As a result, she has been feeling a little weak and listless for the past two days. Fortunately, Lin Xinghuo kept a close eye on her and came to her house for treatment as soon as he smelled the smell.
There was no other way to deal with such a busy schedule. The solution proposed at the village elders' meeting was a good one, but it required everyone to work hard! Cotton and sugar beet fields took up a lot of land used for sweet potato cultivation. To ensure sufficient sweet potatoes for the autumn harvest, the brigade had to reclaim wasteland for sweet potato cultivation.
They had to sow cotton seeds and clear wasteland at the same time. Buxiantun had no shortage of wasteland, but the production team was short of labor. Even the old cows in the livestock yard got more rest than the commune members.
"Cows need to rest, and so do people!" Lin Xinghuo continuously boiled pots of brown sugar medicinal tea by the edge of the field, allowing the elderly and children to drink the sweet water and take a rest first. The members of the cooperative also had to drink a bowl of medicinal tea every half a day.
Wei Chunxing, who was lame on one leg, wiped his sweat, and after helping here, he was going to hoe the fields. Before leaving, he smiled and said, "Ask them, who doesn't have a burning desire in his heart? Thanks to you, we can now grow cotton! With cotton, opening a hundred acres of land is nothing!" No one knows the benefits of cotton better than the people of Selangor Province. Just like what Uncle Cen said, every family lacks cotton-padded clothes and quilts. In the past, we knew that cotton could not be grown in this climate, but now we have the help of the little fairy. As long as we are not stupid, there will be no one who will take advantage of us!
"Folk songs are sung all over the mountains and hillsides, and on the west hillside, the cotton bolls are blooming and the sweet potatoes are growing all over the hillside!" Wei Chunxing picked up the hoe and sang while digging.
"You kid even changed the lyrics!" The young man next to him laughed and shouted, not wanting to be outdone: "Vegetable slope, cotton slope, sweet potato slope, green seedlings, green cattle all over the slope!"
"Where are the cows?"
Someone in the distance shouted, "We're more capable than the old cow. We should sing 'Green seedlings and green people fill the hillside!'"
Lin Xinghuo put down the spoon in his hand: This won’t work. We are all holding on by force. It’s not a solution to keep working day and night like this.
The aunt who was taking turns to rest nearby hurriedly asked: "Auntie, where are you going? Don't go to the fields, you can't work!" Being capable and strong doesn't mean you can do the work in the fields well. Everyone didn't let Lin Xinghuo go to the fields. On the one hand, they were reluctant to let her, a meritorious worker, suffer such hardship. On the other hand, the little fairy was really not good at farm work. When she used the hoe before, she turned over a large area of hard ground, but she also straightened the hoe!
Who's ever seen a hoe straighten while plowing? Four or five men couldn't fix it, so Lin Xinghuo took matters into her own hands, forcing it back together and plowing again. But the tool couldn't withstand her strength and soon broke. Farm tools were in short supply right now, so even though Lin Xinghuo plowed quickly and deeply, the brigade wouldn't let her work the fields.
Still, her skills were not enough. Lin Xinghuo touched the fox skull wooden plaque on her chest inconspicuously. If she could comprehend and learn the new weapon-refining method, she would be able to modify the farm tools in the village. At least she could make a hoe that could withstand the test of her own efforts, right?
Today it was Fox Three's turn to follow her and rub her legs, rolling the beautiful stones he had collected to her feet.
When my aunt saw this, she was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling: "Look how capable our aunt's fox is, it can even help me dig stones!"
Lin Xinghuo glanced at Lin Zhuiyang. Is she not as capable as the fox cub now?
After work that day, Lin Xinghuo still looked for the old branch secretary and the team leader: "The most important thing is that there are not enough animals. I want to think of a solution?" If there were large animals to pull the plow, they would not have to work so hard, and the efficiency could be further improved.
Unexpectedly, the old Party Secretary refused: "This won't work."
The four people who had signed the contract knew that Lin Xinghuo had opened up land in the valley behind Nanshan Mountain. She did not hide it from them. When ordinary people were not at the health station at the foot of the mountain, they would definitely go down to the valley.
The old branch secretary thought that Lin Xinghuo was also going to use her magic to help the villagers turn the soil, and shook his head repeatedly: "We all know that you can't bear to see everyone being too tired, but Xiaolin, you have already helped a lot. In previous years, the enthusiasm of our members was not so high! If you do all the work for them, human nature will be endless, and the root of disaster will be planted. Needless to say, sooner or later all the villagers will be spoiled and become landlords who suck blood from you..." The whole brigade will be doomed soon.
"Because you're here, everyone dares to work so hard, and that's great," the old Party Secretary said pertinently. Indeed, without the medically skilled Lin Xinghuo, no strong laborer would dare exert themselves so vigorously, lest they develop a serious illness from overwork. Ultimately, this is work for the collective, and while the Buxiantun members rarely slack off, they haven't always been particularly hardworking. The reason they're working so hard now is because Lin Xinghuo has given them hope for a good harvest. With her as their emboldening force, the entire village dares to work tirelessly, striving for a better life.
Lin Xinghuo didn't think as deeply as the old Party Secretary, but she hadn't intended to take on too much responsibility and turn a good person into a lazy person. Hearing what the old Party Secretary said, she knew he was thinking wrongly and said quickly, "Either you want to do all the work, or the team doesn't have enough livestock. I can help get a few big animals to help."
Besides, she really didn't have the ability to turn the land over in one go. Xiantun's cultivated land was too vast, and even her own private plot in the valley was only accessible thanks to the help of the caracals. Lin Xinghuo's fingers unconsciously formed a spell, then quickly released it. She had only mastered a few spells from the new chapter, and she wasn't sure if her "father" was also wood-based. Wood-based spells accounted for the majority of high-level Qi Refining spells, while the other four spells were generally low-level and limited in power.
Even though the old secretary had a horse face, he looked kind when he smiled. At that moment, the old man was so happy that he kept rubbing his hands together. When he and Huang Dazhuang returned to the brigade headquarters to work overtime, he was still happily guessing: "There are cattle in the mountains? Could it be that the cattle from some brigade have run into the mountains and settled down there?"
Look, even the old branch secretary knows that Lin Xinghuo can’t get cows from somewhere else. Where can we find a shortage of oxen for farming nowadays?
Lin Xinghuo's five senses were very sensitive. As she walked towards Nanshan, she sighed and hoped that the old branch secretary would still be so happy tomorrow.
Before it got completely dark, Lin Xinghuo put the fox cub into the backpack and hurried down into the valley.
A caracal was squatting on the bluestone beside Jingtan Pond to supervise the work, and a beautiful spotted tiger was lying under the stone, occasionally roaring at the moose that was working.
This was the tiger that had driven the wild boars out of the dense forest during last autumn's hunting trip. Lin Xinghuo was quite surprised when she first saw it in the valley: after all, the tiger had not shown the slightest intention of getting close to it when they met then. Even when she entered the forest several times later, the tiger would avoid her on its own before she even met it, as if it was a bit disgusted.
It wasn't until she happened upon a caracal bullying a tiger that she realized the caracal was the culprit standing between her and the big cat. The caught caracal reluctantly confessed: This tiger was the "Huahua" the master of Buxian Monastery had mentioned. Like Dahuang, it had been a frequent visitor to Buxian Monastery. After Lin Xinghuo retreated from Buxian Monastery, Huahua had also secretly left the mountain. The tiger tracks discovered by the village patrol last year were left by Huahua.
But poor Huahua ran into a caracal first. Envious and jealous of this more majestic and imposing cat, the caracal rushed over and gave Huahua a beating. Huahua was eventually convinced by the beating and forced to acknowledge the caracal as her boss. The caracal was so mean, he even ordered Huahua to herd wild boars. After much difficulty, the herd stumbled upon Lin Xinghuo, who then wiped out the entire herd. The tiger's good days didn't last long, and he was once again the foreman of the moose.
Now, if Lin Xinghuo even hinted at wanting to pet the majestic tiger, or if Huahua tried to get too close, she'd inevitably be slapped with a catfight by Grandpa Cat. Lin Xinghuo had seen the caracal crouch on the tiger's head, asking, "Do you dare?" as it slapped its skull. The tiger crested in dejection, a ferocious beast like that, howling pitifully. He wondered what Grandpa Cat understood, but he grew even more furious, slapping and kicking it. Lin Xinghuo felt sorry for Huahua's nearly bald forehead. The black markings on its forehead had once been so handsome, now faded.
The caracal was caught red-handed by its friends without noticing. When Lin Xinghuo picked it up with her not-so-skilled steps, the caracal froze like a wooden chicken. And then... Anyway, the more Lin Xinghuo wanted the two of them to coexist peacefully, the more the caracal couldn't stand Huahua. Now Lin Xinghuo has learned her lesson. When the two of them are together, she must pay attention to the caracal first. If she adds a few sweet words to confuse the caracal, then maybe the jealous spirit will be restrained a little.
Seeing the humans coming down, the caracal stretched out on the bluestone and leaped towards Lin Xinghuo. Lin Xinghuo pretended not to notice the caracal kicked the tiger as it stepped off the bluestone. He simply opened his arms and took the caracal in, then served him the magic potion.
They praised its ability and hard work, and pointed to the large fields in the valley and said it was all thanks to it!
After the routine, Lin Xinghuo finally reached the bluestone. Huahua moved out of the way, letting out a low growl. As he walked, Lin Xinghuo rubbed the tiger's head with his hand, his movements quick and deft. The caracal glanced at its human and magnanimously said it wouldn't bother with the foolish Huahua.
Behind the bluestone is a long strip of field, on which green rice is planted neatly. At this time, the green rice ears are slightly drooping, and they are beautiful as if they were carved from jade.
Lin Xinghuo fetched a bucket of water from near the spiritual lotus and placed it on the edge of the field. He closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment before performing the Spiritual Rain Technique. Instantly, a fine, silky rain enveloped the entire field, while the water in the wooden bucket rapidly dwindled.
The tiger stuck its head into the raindrops, squinted its eyes comfortably, and didn't care when the caracal slapped it impatiently.
The lush green rice seedlings gradually turned yellow, starting at the roots and gradually climbing up to the ears. The sunset's orange-red afterglow was now filling the valley, and this small paddy field seemed to have absorbed all the spiritual energy of the sunset. The rice ears drooped lower and lower until their tips quietly turned golden.
"Spiritual rice!" Lin Xinghuo didn't care about the feeling of weakness in his Qi Sea caused by using the Spiritual Rain Technique across levels. He reached out and took a handful of golden rice ears, picked a few grains and put them in his mouth to savor them carefully. The spiritual energy in the rice grains was evenly distributed and pure.
She had completely forgotten that this morning she still thought that Aunt Huang's values of being simple as long as the yield was not strong and the taste was not heavy. Now Lin Xinghuo herself did not care about the fact that the green glutinous rice became more delicious. Her whole mind was immersed in the spiritual energy contained in the rice grains.
Excited, Monk Lin patted the caracal's forehead twice, his hands trembling with laughter as he held the rice ears. "Whatever you want to eat in the future, I'll grow it for you!" With the spell in hand, it's just a matter of emptying the sea of air, right? She can handle it! As long as she patiently cultivates for a few more generations, sooner or later she will achieve spiritual freedom!
The caracal's round little ears lay obediently on its head, motionless. After a while, it realized that Lin Xinghuo had already casually placed it on the edge of the field.
What audacious humans! The cat's ears twitched, but his eyes involuntarily followed Lin Xinghuo, who had already begun harvesting the green japonica rice.
Lin Xinghuo didn't use a sickle, he just pulled out the rice violently, thinking as he pulled: I won't eat this wave of spiritual rice, I will use it all as seeds to expand production; the rice stalks can also be used to make talisman paper, this kind of material with its own spiritual energy is more effective than adding treasure gourd leaves to yellow paper pulp, and it can be used to practice second and third level talismans in the future!
Whether mortal or monk, the joy of a good harvest is shared. The happy human hadn't noticed his companion with a burning gaze for a quarter of an hour. The caracal's ears slumped, then stood up, then slumped again. He couldn't help but pour some cold water on the human to wake him up: "A rice ear has 180 grains of rice seeds. Do you want to expand the rice field a hundredfold?"
"There's only so much Lotus Heart Water." The caracal said maliciously, "Even if there's enough Lotus Heart Water, how many times a day can you perform the Spirit Rain Technique?"
Lin Xinghuo didn't notice that she had happily spoken out her plan. Only when she heard the caracal speak did she realize it. However, her mind was obviously not on the caracal as the caracal intended. Instead, she suddenly felt happy and said, "Then we will have spiritual rice to eat tonight!"
She could cast the Spirit Rain Art three times a day, so the rice fields didn't need to ripen three times a day. This meant she could plant three rows of rice at once. Lin Xinghuo's row was about half an acre, and three rows was only an acre and a half. She swiftly plucked the bundle of rice ears and weighed them. A rough estimate revealed that the yield of the Spirit Rice wasn't much higher than the previous crops, still around 300 kilograms per mu.
Don't underestimate this one and a half acres of rice field. It took Lin Xinghuo about half a month to plant and ripen this wave of spiritual rice. In other words, "can I harvest 900 kilograms of spiritual rice every month?!"
Before the caracal could speak, Lin Xinghuo came to his senses: "No, no, it takes from one day to half a month to mature. The better the rice seeds, the slower they grow."
The Bijing Spiritual Rice seeds were only of the first generation, and contained very little spiritual energy. However, as they were updated, they would inevitably become higher-level spiritual seeds, and accordingly, the time it took to mature would also increase. "So, we need to advance!"
Lin Xinghuo first learned several practical techniques from the New Chapter of Inheritance, such as Spring Breeze Transforming Rain, Dew Condensation Technique, and Spiritual Rain Technique. These three are all water-based techniques for the Qi Refining Stage. Spring Breeze Transforming Rain is a first-tier spell, which, as the name suggests, condenses water from the air into rain, which contains little spiritual energy. Dew Condensation Technique is a second-tier spell, which can condense spiritual dew. The most difficult one is the third-tier Spiritual Rain Technique, which can directly cause spiritual rain.
The first, second, and third levels of the spell correspond not to the first, second, and third stages of Qi Refining, but rather to the early, middle, and late stages of Qi Refining. Lin Xinghuo was only one step away from breaking through to the fourth level of Qi Refining, which would allow her to reach the middle stage. Her ability to transcend levels and perform the Spirit Rain Technique relied solely on the agility of modern thinking—she first needed to draw water from the vicinity of the Spirit Lotus, which was temporarily infused with the lotus's spiritual energy. She used this water to perform the Spirit Rain Technique, rather than simply gathering spiritual energy from the air to form raindrops.
To be honest, it should be considered a combination of the technique of Spring Breeze and Spiritual Rain.
Lin Xinghuo walked back to the ridge of the field to put the rice, picked up the caracal and put it on his shoulder, and said while working: "We still have to find good seeds. I used the rice seeds from the village to cultivate for so many generations, but it was stuck at the stage of transforming ordinary rice into spiritual seeds and couldn't break through. After changing to green rice, it only took a few generations to succeed!" Obviously, a trace of spiritual energy can be detected before the ordinary rice matures, but once it matures, the spiritual energy in the rice dissipates and cannot be retained at all.
The caracal responded by jumping down, stretching out its claws, and cutting the rice. If it was not careful, a row of rice grains would fall to the ground.
Lin Xinghuo smiled and pushed Huahua out who was trying to help by sticking her head in the tiger's head. The big tiger didn't have claws like the big cat. If it had to bite the rice with its mouth, would the spiritual rice still be edible? "We'll have a snack later!" Be good, don't make things worse. I'll need your help to control the moose tomorrow.
"The range of the lotus heart water has expanded by the length of my tail." The caracal has been guarding the bluestone all day long recently to look after the rice fields for Lin Xinghuo. It is more aware of the changes in the spiritual lotus. Since the second leaf has unfolded, the range of spiritual energy has become wider.
Hearing this, Lin Xinghuo was overjoyed. He picked up the thick and long cat tail and measured it with his hands: "It has expanded by half a meter!" How much more lotus heart water must be needed!
Both Lotus Heart Water and Mirror Lake were Lin Xinghuo's new names. Ever since the Spirit Lotus took up residence in the valley's waters, the pond had grown increasingly calmer, gradually becoming still even when the wind blew, like a silver mirror embedded in the valley floor. And the water closer to the Spirit Lotus was more than just still water. Lin Xinghuo stumbled upon it, infused with the Spirit Lotus's spiritual energy! While this spiritual energy was only temporary, dissipating if left out for too long, Lin Xinghuo firmly believed that one day, when the Spirit Lotus filled the entire pond, it would transform into a pool of spiritual water!
The caracal, scrambling to harvest, froze, but Lin Xinghuo, more skilled at it, loosened his grip even faster, and in a flash, he turned ruthlessly to Linglian. The caracal watched her squeeze pure, pale green wood spirit energy from her veins and flick it toward Linglian. He twitched his beard in dissatisfaction, then, as if to vent his frustration, began to harvest even harder.
By the time the man and the monkey had worked together seamlessly to harvest the spiritual rice into bundles, the last trace of sunset light had faded. Lin Xinghuo waved his hand and said, "Go home!" Eat spiritual rice!
Having left a little spiritual rice stalks for the moose, Lin Xinghuo had to bring Huahua along. In the past, when Big Tiger had come down the col, he had to slowly circle down through the old forest on the south side. Going straight up and down on the side closest to the mountain residence was a dream for Huahua. But if he still circled from the south today, how long would it take?
The caracal carried Fox Three on its back and climbed to the top of the cliff in three leaps and two hops, glancing at the clumsy tiger with disdain.
Lin Xinghuo lifted the tiger with both hands, holding it high above her head. This was the only way to keep it from obstructing her view. Her spiritual awareness was too shallow. If it fell, Lin Xinghuo would be fine, but Huahua was worried that she would be hurt.
The tiger's sturdy limbs unconsciously curled up, even its tail tucked between its legs. The caracal looked down on it even more. When Lin Xinghuo jumped up with it in his arms, he surprisingly didn't move his claws to slap the tiger.
"Wait a moment." Lin Xinghuo pinched Huahua's mouth, which was about to howl, and gestured to the caracal, "I'll bring the spiritual rice up."
That night, Lin Xinghuo's family ate until their bellies were full, and each of them was immersed in the gentle and pure spiritual energy of the spiritual rice. Lin Xinghuo even felt that the barrier of the fourth level of Qi Refining was softened a little by the fragrance of the green rice.
This resulted in the family of six waking up late the next morning.
Especially the big tiger Huahua, who hadn't even reached the rank yet. He tilted his tiger head, looking dazed and confused. The caracal violently woke up his little brother, and when Huahua tilted her head back to roar at him in the morning, he stuffed the fox, who had slept in Lin Xinghuo's arms the night before, into the tiger's open mouth.
Lin Beiguo was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. He suddenly became furious and the whole fox cub flew up to beat the big tiger.
Huahua felt wronged because he couldn't bite through the fox fur. Besides, what good would it do to choke on a mouthful of fur?
By the time Lin Xinghuo reentered, the east wing was a scene of chaos. The three fox cubs, united in their hatred, were fighting. Huahua dodged left and right, sending countless tiger fur flying. The caracal licked its furry paws, looking at the fox cubs with a look of great satisfaction: it had truly raised them as its own!
But when Lin Xinghuo came in, the three fox cubs immediately left Huahua and pointed their big little paws at the caracal to complain to Lin Xinghuo.
Ever since the little foxes recognized their master, Lin Xinghuo could vaguely understand some "嘤嘤嘤". Naturally, he had to blame the culprit now: "You are punished to lead the moose up from the back mountain!" It would take a long time to go around a big circle in the old forest. Lin Xinghuo had planned to take Huahua to do it before dawn, but he remembered it too late. Now the fastest caracal had to take action.
Without humans to hold him up early in the morning, the caracal with a droopy cat face went to work alone.
So, at noon, the eagerly awaited old Party secretary and team leader saw a moose, stronger than any ox in the village, with a caracal crouching between its antlers, its eyelids half drooping, steadily and cautiously approaching the community field...
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The author has something to say: It’s late but it’s fat! See you tomorrow, little angels~
Monk Lin is full of hope: After I learn how to refine weapons, I want to make a hammer!
The old Party secretary: Very true! Very good! Practical! — from the simple values of two working people.
Wandering Da Huang: What about me? What about me? Storm Wolf Howls...
Note: People know Kunlun in the sky, and its green essence is different from that below. —Xie Yong, Qing Dynasty, "Miscellaneous Poems on Food"
In the old society, actors became officials in Chapter 8.
The criticism of the film "The Biography of Wu Xun" was the first major ideological critique since the founding of the People's Republic of China.
The original lyrics are "All over the hillside, all over the mountain, on the southern slope, folk songs are sung. The red flowers are blooming and the fruit trees are growing all over the slope. The fields are on the slopes, the forests are on the slopes, the flowers and fruits are on the slopes, the green grass is green and the cows are all over the slopes!" - "Singing Happiness Falls All Over the Slopes"
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