It’s October in the golden autumn in a blink of an eye.
The six acres of red pith rice in Guyaju were in harvest season again. Fu Shiyi stood on the ridge of the field, looking at the yellow rice fields, with a smile on his face that he couldn't hide:
"Uncle San, this year's red marrow rice yield will be one thousand kilograms per mu, right?"
The third uncle shook the heavy ears of rice in his hand and smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyebrows: "Silly girl, there are more than that. I estimate that the total output must be eight thousand kilograms. The family has been growing red marrow for more than a hundred years." The best harvest of rice is only over 900 kilograms per mu, which is a historical precedent for us."
After San Bo finished speaking, he stroked his beard proudly.
Fu Shiyi smiled. This year, due to the upgrade of his spiritual veins and the irrigation of spiritual spring water, the harvest of red marrow rice was so good. Of course, it was also due to their proper care.
When the red marrow rice can be harvested, Uncle Ba and others who went to support the Zhang family should also come back. The time is just right.
During lunch, after everyone summarized the tasks they had to do recently, Fu Shiyi remembered that Fu Da's daughter-in-law was pregnant at the beginning of the year, and it was estimated that she would give birth during this period.
Upon asking, it turned out to be true.
When a woman gives birth, it's like going to hell, and whether she can have a good confinement after that is related to the rest of her life. Fu Shiyi then told:
"Daughter-in-law Fu Da, in this way, after the red marrow rice is harvested, you can go home. Shengyi's wife is young after all, and it is not appropriate to not have an experienced old man in the family. After Shenyi's wife has finished her confinement, you can go back to Guya It’s just home.”
Fu Da and his wife had this intention, but they had gone home too many times in the past few years and were always embarrassed to speak. After hearing this, they were very grateful.
After Fu Da's wife thanked her, she said:
"Aunt Eleven, when I went to your yard today to change the water in the fish tank, I found that the two green phosphorus fish had lost a lot of weight and were listless. If you don't want to, go and take a look?"
When Fu Shiyi heard this, he couldn't sit still.
She also hopes that the pair of blue phosphorus fish will make a fortune.
"You're not sick, either?"
Fu Shiyi stood in the fish tank in the yard, withdrew his consciousness from the blue-scaled fish, and wondered: "Is it possible that he moved to his hometown and can't get used to it?"
The third uncle on the side thought for a while and then said: "I guess they are feeling unhappy. Think about it, others are second-level spiritual fish after all. They used to live freely in the vast and boundless sea, but now they are trapped. No one else would be happy in this small fish tank."
That makes sense!
Fu Shishi nodded. She couldn't create the sea, but there was still four acres of idle Yanyang Lake next to it. Fu Shiyi immediately decided to sort it out.
Anyway, when the blue-scaled fish lays eggs, construction will start.
Fu Shiyi first collected the water in the lake with the Nashui flag, and after clearing and leveling the buildings, tree stumps, big rocks, mounds, etc. at the bottom of the lake, he asked Sanbo to use the fireball technique to dry out the bottom and surrounding areas of the lake, and dug out the core. method to clear the foundation.
Then comes disinfection.
Fu Shiyi first took out a small cloth bag, took out the yellow dust inside and sprinkled it on the bottom of the lake and around it. Immediately the decayed old smell in the lake dissipated. Then he took out a porcelain bottle and removed the cork. A faint white smoke floats, and the rest of the bad smell disappears.
"Done!"
Fu Shiyi then poured spiritual spring water into the lake.
The third uncle on the side watched the rolling spiritual spring fall into the lake, and finally felt a little reluctant to give up: "Eleven, the water in this spiritual spring is very expensive, I just let the two blue-scaled fish stay in the fish tank. Well, life will be unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, not to mention they are just fish, if they are not used to it, they have to learn to adapt."
I can’t bear to let the child catch the wolf!
Fu Shiyi could only pretend that he didn't hear anything. When the water was full, he evenly sprinkled the fermented Fire Cloud Chicken feces into the water and planted the summer forest grass that the blue-scaled fish loved to eat.
After the summer forest grass has grown into a large area, the blue-scaled fish is finally released into the lake.
"Hula hula"
The green-scaled fish jumped into the water and was as happy as a child. A male and a female chased and played around the patch of summer forest grass. Fu Shiyi felt inexplicably peaceful as he looked at the scene in front of him.
In the past ten days, although she didn't show it on her face, she was still worried about Xiao Huang's delay in coming over.
On the fifth day before the harvest of red marrow rice, Ba Bo and others finally came back after being away for several months. Fu Shiyi's heart skipped a beat when he saw that the only person who came back was missing his twelfth uncle.
Uncle Ba asked the law enforcement team to wash up first, and then sent Sanniang back to rest. After that, he sat in the meeting hall of Xiaozhulou with a heavy face for a long time.
Seeing that he was silent, Fu Shiyi felt a little uneasy and glanced at San Bo. Sanbo coughed slightly and tentatively said:
"Baby, what's up? Did this trip go smoothly? I wonder why Twelve didn't come back with you?"
The eighth uncle glanced at the third uncle, who was pretending to be calm, and Fu Shiyi, who was so nervous that he could hardly sit still. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly and said:
"You are overthinking. I sent him directly to Yanyang Mulin on Twelve. Although our group all suffered some injuries, we finally came back safe and sound. But the Zhang family, hey... "
After Uncle Ba's narration, Fu Shiyi realized that the Zhang family had suffered heavy losses this time.
It is said that the three foundation-building monks in their clan usually practiced in the clan cemetery, but one day they saw the ancestor of one of their dead fake alchemy monks suddenly appear.
This time, the three of them were so excited that they bowed their heads to the souls of their ancestors.
Unexpectedly, the ancestor waved his hand and crushed the one with the highest cultivation level to death.
The most terrifying thing is that with the appearance of the ancestor's soul of the fake alchemy monk, each ancestor in the cemetery shuttled through the gate of hell one by one, as if they had been summoned.
Kill anyone you meet.
Completely lost his mind. It's just a murderous evil spirit.
The scary thing is that their souls were chopped into pieces and then reassembled, as if they were eternal. If the remaining two foundation-building monks had not protected some of the clan members with the help of the clan's formation protection method, the Zhang clan would have been completely eliminated from Jingzhou in an instant.
By the time the people from the Fu family arrived, most of the Zhang family were already dead. Fortunately, Fu Shiyi's grandfather happened to be on his way back to the Fu family from Qingxu Gate and passed by here.
Grandfather Fu Shiyi came here to investigate the strange incident, so he was fully prepared. It can be seen at a glance that the heroic spirits of the Zhang family's ancestors are controlled by a strange soul-collecting tree.
In the end, the two foundation-building monks of the Zhang family were covering the rest of the group to eliminate the strange creature, and almost died at the hands of their ancestors.
Although he was lucky enough to survive, he had lost all his cultivation and was afraid that he would not live long.
"As soon as the weird one died, the heroic spirits of the Zhang family's ancestors disappeared. However, one of the three foundation-building monks of the Zhang family died and two were disabled. Now the one with the highest level of cultivation among the family is Zhang Xunu's father Wu Renshan, and there are twenty or thirty others who are still alive. A low-level junior who has grown up in Qi training."
Uncle Ba said, feeling as sad as a rabbit dying and a fox sad.
