casket of old days

Chapter 119 Raising Chickens and Obsession

At this moment, Qiao Zhi looked at the scene where the living corpses were working, and thought to himself: "The living corpses, the living corpses..." In his mind, he had to fill out the form before dying, and choose whether to choose cremation, sea burial, burial or corpse scene.

He still remembers that burial is the most expensive, and the corpse can get a subsidy to reward the deceased who is willing to contribute the corpse after death and continue to serve the masses.

Qiao Zhi said with emotion: "Speaking of it...it was an era when many people were proud of continuing to serve the masses after death. Corpses are sacred but not so sacred...there is no need to bury them for confession." '

It was already the end of September when Chu Qiguang finished the preliminary work of land reclamation in the basin and Yaoyin Village was officially on the right track.

In the beginning, he still stayed here every day, but after that, he just took the Chongming Bird to fly over every night to hold complaint meetings and lectures for monsters and old people.

There is also the delivery of food, delivering food to monsters and old people in person, this is what Chu Qiguang does every day.

During the period, he also rode a Chongming bird to draw a rough map of the entire basin, preparing for the future planning of the village.

Looking at how the monsters began to build rammed earth houses with clay under the command of the old people, Chu Qiguang thought in his heart: "In a while, we will be able to start planting wheat, and after the harvest next summer, this village will also be able to grow wheat." I can barely start to be self-sufficient.”

"But meat eating has not been solved yet. For these monsters... whether they can eat meat is too important."

At this moment, an old man walked up to the demonized Chu Qiguang, looked at Chu Qiguang with fear and admiration, and said in a low voice, "Master Tongtian, it's done over there..."

The name of the old man in front of him was Song Baishi. After Zheng Sanshui passed away, it was his words that carried more weight in the hearts of all the old people.

After Chu Qiguang proposed to raise animals for some meat, he volunteered to stand up, saying that he is the best at raising chickens, and he can also retting termites for chicken feed.

Chu Qiguang is naturally kind to this, because after getting along with him this month, he also understands that he is completely inferior to these old farmers in terms of farming, carpentry, and animal husbandry.

On the one hand, he had never had much contact with these things in his previous life. On the other hand, the techniques of these old farmers are based on decades or hundreds of years of local experience, which are very suitable for the soil, climate and other conditions of Lingzhou, and are much more reliable than him.

So Chu Qiguang quickly gave up teaching them to farm, but he was in charge of management, and these old farmers and Jin Jilai were in charge of technical work.

Now Chu Qiguang followed the other party to a mud pit and asked the other party to introduce him.

When Song Baishi mentioned the matter of raising chickens, he seemed to become more confident, and said with joy, "...it is filled with wood, straw, and bamboo chips...and then covered with woven straw to prevent moisture...this should not be too wet It can’t be too dry, it’s all my experience of more than 20 years..."

"...then fill the mound with sawn pine wood, bamboo chips, and wheat straw... after seven or eight days, termites will live in it...by then, even if there are a hundred chickens, they will only eat three or four chickens a day. A termite in a mound will do..."

"The chickens raised in this way in our family grow fat and big, and they lay a lot of eggs."

Chu Qiguang looked at Song Baishi's earnest explanation with some emotion. He remembered that when he was in Nanjian Village, it was the other party who held a pitchfork and thrust it into Chen Gang excitedly.But now the honest look on the other party's face, there is no such ferocity as in Nanjian Village.

These peasants at the bottom of the Han Dynasty...in fact, they never lack the wisdom and hard work to survive.

In fact, as long as the imperial court pays lightly and pays lightly, it doesn't need to take care of these peasants... The peasants can naturally rely on their hard work and wisdom to live a life full of food and drink.

It's a pity that the feudal dynasties often couldn't even do this. The exploitation from top to bottom forced these peasants to fail to survive, and finally abandoned their beliefs, and even turned into living corpses.

Chu Qiguang thought in his heart: "But you can rest assured now, I will let you have endless fields." '

Song Baishi looked at Chu Qiguang anxiously: "Master Tongtian? Can I do this?"

Chu Qiguang didn't understand these things, so he said directly: "Let's start building a chicken coop. I'll buy some chickens in two days, and I'll leave them all to you to raise. From now on, the meat in our Yaoyin Village will all depend on you." gone."

Hearing that he could start raising chickens again, Song Baishi immediately smiled, and didn't know what to say, but kept bowing to Chu Qiguang.

When it was time for dinner, Jin Ji was wriggling his fat body, shaking an iron spoon, and cooking a large pot of broth in the open space in the middle of the village.

Chu Qiguang stood aside, distributing food to the monsters who lined up one by one.

Compared with the noisy, huddled, and scrambled appearance when they first came to Yaoyin Village after eating, the monsters at this moment lined up in an orderly manner, with relaxed expressions, and a smile flashed in their eyes from time to time.

After eating, Chu Qiguang began to give thought lessons to these monsters and old people.

These monsters have a blank mind and accept new ideas faster.

And these days they happened to experience the time of farming with the old people, watching Yaoyin Village grow from scratch, and watching themselves gradually become self-sufficient, they felt more and more the difference between the present life and the past.

There is also some recognition of Chu Qiguang's theory that layer upon layer of oppression leads to the struggle between the bottom monster clan and the common people.In the combination of theory and practice, they will gradually realize that as long as they are not squeezed by the rich and powerful above, they can live a good life with their own efforts.

But the old people have been poisoned by feudalism and superstition for many years. Unlike the monsters, their minds were blank before. They have little interest in Chu Qiguang's lectures, and are more interested in farming and raising chickens.

In their eyes, whether it is Master Tongtian or the imperial court, they are just ruled by another person.

When Chu Qiguang hugged Qiao Zhi and left Yaoyin Village by Chongming Bird, he thought in his heart: "After next year's summer harvest, Yaoyin Village will probably be completely self-sufficient. At that time, we can start to recruit more people, more monster……"

After all, the most indispensable in this world are peasants who can't survive and have abandoned their beliefs, and monsters who struggle with life and death every day.

Even a cult like Immortal Dao can fool so many believers, and Chu Qiguang, who follows the righteous path, believes that he can do better.

And the basis for doing all this is food, which is what the monsters and common people at the bottom of this world desire most, and it is also the thing that can make them feel at ease.

'But there is still a shortage of talents... There are thugs and farmers, and what is most lacking now are smarter subordinates. '

Looking at Wangjiazhuang slowly emerging from the ground under his feet, Chu Qiguang suddenly thought of something: "Master Qiao, how is Wang Cailiang doing recently?"

……

That night, in Wangjiazhuang's bedroom.

Wang Cailiang was lying on the bed, but he couldn't sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to see Granny Sun's shriveled corpse and her grandson's growing body.

"Pharmaceuticals of immortality, when the qi dissipates, the soul returns, and if you don't see life, you don't see death..."

Taoist Qingling's murmur seemed to be still echoing in his ears, he wanted to forget it, but he couldn't.

When he was in the Taoist temple, he originally hoped that the exorcism rituals of the Taoist priests could help him, but those rituals were only effective at the beginning, and soon they could no longer suppress the whispers in his mind.

As the symptoms worsened, the Taoist priests looked at him more and more dangerously.

In the end, in order not to be burned to death, Wang Cailiang could only endure the madness in his mind, while pretending that everything was normal, and told the Taoists that he was healed, and he only hoped that time would dilute all this.

The original courtyard was no longer habitable, so Wang Cailiang simply asked for leave in the Yinglue Hall, and then returned home to start recuperating.

But the madness hidden in the depths of his mind intensified. In the end, not only did he hear Taoist Qingling's whispers, but even a lot of evil and distorted knowledge kept flashing in his mind.

"Stop... stop quickly..."

"Noisy..."

Wang Cailiang yelled angrily, as if he wanted to catch the voice in his head, but when he came back to his senses, he found that he had already sat on the chair at some point, and the paper in front of him was densely written with words.

Looking at the elixir recorded on the paper, Wang Cailiang's back was covered with cold sweat. He quickly grabbed the paper and crumpled it up, wanting to throw it away quickly.

But when he turned around, he found that the ground was full of crumpled waste paper, and every piece of waste paper was written by him.

"Pharmaceuticals of immortality, when the qi dissipates, the soul returns, and if you don't see life, you don't see death..."

(End of this chapter)