Chapter 22 Kitchen Waste
Huang Pinjie also realized that Ji Rong's cultivation was indeed in line with the classics of the Celestial Race.
She had painstakingly deciphered those few old Celestial Jade Calves that her grandmother had painstakingly translated. Even she herself had to rely on her cultivation to understand them, yet Ji Rong was able to gain wisdom and reach the Spiritual Realm because of them.
If all living beings of every race had the same fortune as Ji Rong, the entire land of Kyushu would have been filled with cultivators long ago.
"Once we get to Danzhou, I'll have to find her a decent teacher to teach her the Celestial Tribe's script," Huang Pinjie thought to herself.
They soon arrived at the Nanshui section of the waterway, and next they would go down to the Canghe River.
The Canghe River is a large river with many bends, governed by the Canghe Jun under the jurisdiction of the Canglan God. Here, Huang Pinjie still chose the cargo ship that offered direct crossing, comfort, speed, and no stops along the way.
Nowadays, regardless of the weather, Huang Pinjie would take Ji Er and the others to the deck for an hour to watch the show, saying that it was a good balance between work and rest.
This is what Huang Pinjie, who was bald, came to understand while studying the classics of the Celestial Race. She found it very reasonable and put it into practice.
The Canghe River has many bends, one after another, with steep peaks on the banks and numerous small islands in the water.
Ji Rong and Ji Zhuang privately discussed that this must have been unearthed by the ancient dragon.
Huang Pinjie denied this claim, believing that the Canghe River was formed from a certain organ or meridian left behind by the ancestral goddess Nuwa when she evolved the world.
Since having a proper master to teach him, Ji Zhuang's cultivation has made great progress. He became a minor cultivator in the Illusionary Transformation stage three days ago.
Although his servant master looked down on Ji Rong, who was of low aptitude, he was burdened by the fact that he had become a servant himself, so he pretended not to see Ji Zhuang secretly entering Huang Pinjie's room to teach Ji Rong.
Of course, he resisted very bravely the first time. He angrily confronted Huang Pinjie, but before he could say, "You lowly, stupid bastard, how can you be worthy of me..." Huang Pinjie triggered his slave mark.
He suffered excruciating pain all night until his apprentice, who was about to begin his cultivation, discovered that his master was missing and came to inquire, at which point he was finally relieved.
Then he realized that even with his noble bloodline, he had become a slave just to survive, while Ji Rong was at least a free person.
However, Wu Buyu's worries were completely unnecessary, because Ji Rong could not learn even a little bit of the method that he treasured.
Although Ji Rong had become a minor cultivator in the Spirit Connection stage, the only thing she could understand was the ancient texts of the Celestial Race.
Although Huang Pinjie had long believed in her heart that Ji Rong was a Celestial Child in her previous life;
But in this matter, she had to accept that Ji Rong was very likely to be a deformed being who could never comprehend the bird clan's scriptures.
Thinking of this, Huang Pinjie felt a deep sense of melancholy.
When her children weren't yet intellectually developed, she thought that teaching them until they were intellectually developed was enough.
Even after she reached the stage of enlightenment, it still didn't work. She thought that things would get better once she reached the stage of spiritual communication.
It still doesn't work now. Huang Pinjie felt like she was teaching someone with intellectual disabilities. She sighed heavily, and her suicidal thoughts retreated again.
Ji Zhuang's teaching didn't last long. He found his sister to be incredibly stupid, and of course, he couldn't understand the strange runes she drew with her claws either.
The two little birds looked at each other, then finally decided to just watch the fish instead.
Strictly speaking, the management model of the South River was improved upon the model of the Cang River, hence the existence of a fisherman rental system on the Cang River.
However, there is less coercion here. In this river area, you can rent whichever fish farming group you want, or bring your own if you don't want to rent.
Canghe's actions actually ensured the smooth operation of the express delivery business to the south, because fishermen on the south side of the river were usually cheaper.
The fishermen currently working on the tugboats are bighead carp who live in the Canghe River. They have unusually large heads, excellent swimming ability, and agile turning ability, making them very suitable for pulling boats in the winding waterways of the Canghe River. They are also relatively affordable.
The leader was a fish demon of the Profound Spirit Realm. Every time it opened its mouth to shout a command, it would reveal a set of sharp teeth. When the sunlight shone on its teeth, they gleamed like precious jewels.
Ji Zhuang and Ji Rong kept an eye on the group of fish every day and saw them often swallow small fish that passed by in one gulp.
The food scraps dumped on the boat were mostly eaten by the group of bighead carp. They ate very orderly; after taking a couple of bites, they would swim away to let the fish inside take their place.
Seeing how much they were enjoying their food, Ji Zhuang's mouth watered. He followed Xiao Xiu, who was hauling kitchen scraps, and asked for a bite. If Ji Rong hadn't been following her brother, Ji Zhuang would have swallowed it whole.
Xiao Xiu, who was transporting kitchen waste, watched as Ji Rong slapped her brother hard across the face. He couldn't understand why the later little chick Cai would hit him just because the earlier little chick Cai ate kitchen waste.
Although the kitchen scraps weren't very tasty, they were still food containing spiritual energy, so they weren't inedible. He would occasionally eat a few bites when he was hungry.
Seeing that Ji Zhuang didn't seem to know he was wrong, Ji Rong still felt upset after returning to her room, so she complained to Huang Pinjie and Ji Er.
Huang Pinjie and Ji Er didn't think much of it after hearing this. Huang Pinjie even earnestly explained to Ji Rong, "Arong, you were born in Qingluan Mountain of the Danxue Mountains in Zhongzhou. Your family is quite wealthy, so you don't think those foods are delicious and there's no need to eat them."
However, for the lesser cultivators outside of Zhongzhou, this kind of food rich in spiritual energy was already considered a good thing;
As for your brother, he's young, it's normal for him to eat a little out of curiosity, it's not like he ate poop.
The green stone, having overheard this, became curious and secretly ran out to ask Ji Zhuang to take him to eat the kitchen waste.
Ji Rong was shocked; her jaw dropped.
Because in her vague memory, kitchen waste was garbage. Although kitchen waste wasn't dirty, how different was it from poop?
So the life of a cultivator outside is really this hard?
For most ordinary cultivators in this world, gaining wisdom is a matter of chance within inevitability. Therefore, they do not have relatives or elders to rely on. To survive and reach a level of cultivation and knowledge, they basically have to rely on their instincts.
There is no harm without comparison.
Compared to the wild cultivators living outside, Ji Er and Huang Pinjie, who awakened their wisdom in the Zhongzhou Mountains, have a much better life.
At least in the mountain ranges of their Central Continent, the spiritual energy is so abundant that it can crystallize and generate marrow. The cultivation atmosphere is strong, and the resources are plentiful. It is also relatively easy to obtain food rich in spiritual energy.
It's different outside; those blessed lands are private property, and the number of species that can be taken in is limited.
Therefore, the food scraps on the ship, which contain spiritual energy, are something that ordinary cultivators cannot eat.
For the first time, Ji Rong felt lucky to have been reborn as Ji Er's child.
It turns out that heaven has been kind to me. At least my current situation is definitely better than the best, but not the worst either, and much better than a hellish start.
Perhaps it was because the time she traveled through time was too long, or perhaps it was because she had lived in this world for too long, Ji Rong had forgotten many things.
She remembered that she had parents in her past life, and she thought she would never forget them, but now she can no longer recall their faces.
She still writes some of her past writings, but now they are gradually being covered by the language habits and writing systems of this world.
When she spoke, it was in bird language, occasionally uttering a few words of celestial language and the common language of the demon race.
Sometimes, Ji Rong would even think while sleeping that perhaps the Meng Po soup was just a manifestation of time.
Time is the most powerful weapon to destroy everything.
Ji Rong retrieved the granule that had been in her mouth from the feather, looked at it, and then swallowed it in one gulp.
The Central Plains Mountains are now a distant dream, and the family has been in exile for many days with no end in sight. It's best not to leave any potential leverage over them.
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