Xiao Huan threw up a long bamboo as thick as a bowl, took out his short sword, and chopped off the branches and leaves before the long bamboo fell to the ground. He turned around and kicked up, and the long bamboo shot directly at Yong Zhi on the roof.
Yong Zhi stretched out his hand to grab it, spread it on the beam, pinched the end of the beam with two fingers, dug out the mortise and tenon with his fingers, then pinched out the tenon at both ends of the bamboo pole, patted it downwards, and the tenon fit tightly into the mortise. Show off the exquisiteness of your finger power.
There was a strong wind in my ears, but Xiaohuan shot another one...
In less than half an hour, the roof of the bamboo house was completed. Then it was covered with two layers of large spindle leaves, tied with a row of bamboo strips to hold it down, and he clapped his hands and floated to the ground.
A bamboo house, father and daughter worked together to complete it in a long time. The house is spacious, twelve steps long and eight steps wide, and can be used as a reception hall.
Yong Zhi waved his hand and pointed to an open space on the left, and he and Xiao Huan continued to build the second hut, which was Xiao Huan's boudoir.
Xiang Qiniang was cooking next to the campfire. She scraped the firewood, lowered the flame, stirred the pottery pot with a wooden spoon, and covered the mouth of the pot.
I straightened up, wiped the fine beads of sweat from my forehead, looked at the mountains, forests, streams and springs, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and felt indescribable joy - the land in front of me was my family's manor!
After dinner, Xiao Huan went to the stream to spear fish with a smile. A group of people came from a distance carrying large and small packages. When they arrived recently, they timidly bowed down to Yongzhi and Xiang Qiniang, saying that they had "met the master's family".
These three households were the citizens recruited from the savages scattered in the mountains a few days after Xiang Qiniang came into contact with them.
Yong Zhi nodded, said nothing, and continued to build the bamboo house. Xiang Qiniang pointed to an open space in the distance and asked them to build a residence there.
However, these three families did not go there. Instead, they put down their belongings and helped Yongzhi build the bamboo house. The progress of building the house immediately accelerated by three points.
Jin Wuhuan passed by this place and stopped for a moment. Yong Zhi quickly flew down from the half-built roof and held his hand to Jin Wuhuan: "I have seen the offering."
Jin Wuhuan praised the style of the bamboo house, and then said: "I'm going to the mountains to collect herbs, and I'll be back in a few days. Then you ask Xiaohuan to come to my place, and the mission hall will be ready to teach."
The alchemy monks preached and taught, and their level was naturally the same. Yong Zhi thanked her quickly, and Jin Wuhuan chatted for a few more words. When Xiaohuan came back, he told her to work hard to improve, and then left with a smile.
Arriving south to the peaks south of Mangdang Mountain, Jin Wuhuan began to search carefully for the elixir.
After all, Mangdang Mountain is not a wild place. It is located between the Lianshan tribe and the Cangwu tribe. Many tribesmen and even passing monks sometimes go into the mountain to look for elixirs. The precious elixirs have basically been picked, and they can only be used occasionally. Discover some common varieties, such as Wulingzi, Lingcao, camphor leaves, etc.
After searching for several days, Jin Wuhuan searched several mountain peaks and found only six or more than seventy common elixirs and none of the rare ones. He also secretly lamented that the spiritual eye under the main peak was really hidden, otherwise the exotic flowers and plants next to the spiritual eye would have been wiped out long ago.
After bringing these elixirs back, Mrs. Shen opened a medicinal field under the main peak near Lingquan Cave and transplanted the elixirs in. Although this place is not a spiritual eye, the slight amount of spiritual energy emanating from it is better than elsewhere. To three points of richness.
Wu Sheng wandered out of the Lingquan Cave and saw the sparse medicinal field. He returned to the cave and soon brought out a large bamboo basket, which was piled with several kinds of elixirs such as rue leaves and rehmannia glutinosa. The categories were better than those of Jinwu. The ones brought by Huan Nong were of a much higher quality, with more than fifty plants in total, all of which were given to Madam Shen to plant.
Seeing this made Jin Wuhuan depressed for a while: "I said where have all the spiritual grasses in the mountains gone? Why are there not a few better ones? It turns out that they were all picked by Brother Wu."
Wu Sheng smiled and said nothing, and returned to the cave again, looking longingly at the spiritual grass planted beside the spiritual pond. These things were originally lying quietly in the storage ring. There is no problem in keeping them fresh, but it is better to continue to breed them here so that they can continue to absorb nutrients, thrive, and reproduce. A crop is harvested every one or two years, so beautiful!
The several acres of spiritual land in this cave are worth over a hundred gold. If it were not for the protection of Dao Guiju Mountain Formation, I would not dare to plant it like this.
When he returned to the doctor's house, he saw Master Dongsun arriving. As soon as the old man saw him, he excitedly asked: "Bulk, where is the old man's land? Where is it? The old man also wants to sit in Zhuangzi!"
Wu Sheng said: "You can just pick it yourself. The mountains are so big. It's up to you."
The Master of Winter Bamboo Shoots said: "I have taken a fancy to the mountain to the east and am planning to rebuild the Winter Bamboo Shoots Peak!"
Wu Sheng clapped his hands and applauded: "Great! Strive to build it well so that the name of Dongsun Peak can spread out of Baiyue and go to the world, so that all the princes and countries know that we have a Dongsun Peak in Mangdang Mountain, and the Master Dongsun Peak lives in Dongsun Peak!"
The old man grinned happily when he first heard it, but when he heard it, he felt something was wrong. He hesitated and said: "What about changing the name?" After thinking about it, he said sadly: "Forget it... A mountain peak that is not called Dongsun Peak is not interesting. Let me build a village for me. The layman can allocate ten acres of land for me by the stream. Not even an acre should be missing!"
Wu Sheng blinked: "Ten acres? Master, are you sure?"
The old man said: "I saw Mr. Ding when I came here. He was building a house. The old man asked him how big the house would be. He said that he planned to occupy ten acres of land! The Master can't treat the old man lightly. The old man Zhuangzi also wants ten acres. !”
Wu Sheng readily agreed: "You can choose whatever you want by the stream. As long as it is ownerless, you can build this house. Let alone ten acres. If you build a hundred acres, it will be yours!"
The old man jumped three feet high: "I have agreed not to go back on my word, I will go and enclosure the land now!"
Wu Sheng grabbed him and said, "I haven't said anything yet. Why are you here? Is there something wrong with Shangyong?"
The old man patted the back of his head: "I was so happy that I forgot... A document came from Zuotu Mansion in Yangzhou, urging him to pay next year's Mao Gong, which is still two thousand elixirs. The new Sikong Yipu invited the old man to discuss it, and the old man said this. It’s up to the lay people to decide, so I might as well come here to open my eyes and see what our Mangdang Mountain is like... Oops, it reminds me of Langshan Mountain.”
Wu Sheng smiled and said: "It's not as big as Langshan, it's less than half. Okay, it's been almost half a year since I came out. Let me go back with you."
Master Dong Bamboo could not conscientiously fence the land. He took it upon himself to cut down hundreds of long bamboos from the mountains and fenced a total of one hundred and ninety-nine acres of land by the stream. When he came back, he told Wu Sheng that he had picked a hundred There is more than one acre.
Wu Sheng continued to smile and say nothing, letting him have these little thoughts, and they set off back together the next day.
When passing through various villages, Wu Sheng also stopped to diagnose and treat patients in the villages. After a large-scale diagnosis and treatment a few months ago, there were not many patients left. It was two people working together, so the delay was not long, but the smoke clouds lingering over the Qihai Island increased by a few more wisps.
After returning to Shangyong, Wu Sheng first went to the palace to meet the monarch. The monarch lowered the steps to greet him, and pulled Wu Sheng and said: "You are back, you are back! I have been depressed these past few days. I don't know what to do. If you don't come back, I’m going to Mangdang Mountain now!”
