The Emperor is Above

Chapter 184 I always fantasize about being a hero (110 subscriptions plus extra)

"Is this the cultivation method of our ancestors?"

The two giant boys, Wang Mangqiji and Wang Mangqubing, stared with their eyes wide open in disbelief.

Qing Yi's warm smile was like the warm sunshine in spring. He nodded with a smile in his eyes and said, "Yes, it is the cultivation method of your Wangmang clan's ancestors. Why don't you try it out first to see how effective it is."

The slightly older Wang Mangqiji stretched out his hands tremblingly. His huge palms gently took the leather scroll and held it carefully, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

The cultivation methods on the leather scrolls were all re-transcribed by Mu Ling in the current Xing State language. After studying in the school for a few months, Wang Mang Qi Ji and Wang Mang Qu Bing were able to read and understand them completely.

The more carefully they read this set of exercises, the more both Wangmang Qiji and Wangmang Qubing could not help but tremble with excitement, their faces filled with excitement.

"Brother Qingyi, this must be a technique created by our ancestors, and it is very suitable for us brothers to practice."

Wang Mangqiji suppressed his excitement and said excitedly, "I just looked at the first realm and I clearly felt the blood in my body beating. It is very likely that I will be promoted to the eighth level."

"Well, Brother Qi Ji is right."

Wang Mang Qubing also said excitedly, "I remember some sentences that my grandfather often said when I was a child, which are the exercises in this book.

It's a pity that grandpa only remembered a few fragments of the sentence and couldn't practice with the remaining parts. Otherwise, how could the Black Wind Tribe's team be able to match the supernatural power of grandpa and uncle. "

After hearing the two giant boys' supplementary remarks, Qing Yi finally felt relieved and said with a smile: "Since you are sure that this is the Wangmang clan's cultivation method, then start practicing well from today."

"Uh-huh!"

The two giant boys nodded seriously.

Wang Mang Qiji was especially moved. He knelt down suddenly with tears in his eyes, "Brother Qingyi, although our Wang Mang clan is a giant, we have been bullied and humiliated by others because we don't have our own cultivation method.

Now you have actually found our ancestors' cultivation method. Qubing and I will die for you in this life to repay your kindness."

"What Brother Qi Ji said is also what I think in my heart!" Wang Mang Qubing also knelt on the ground, with a serious look on his little face.

"Hey, what nonsense is this?"

Qing Yi pretended to be angry and pulled up Wang Mang Qi Ji and Wang Mang Qu Bing, and said in a reproachful but friendly tone,
"We are good brothers and good friends. There is no need to talk about dying for a favor. Besides, Qi Ji and Qu Bing both call me brothers, so they are my family.

You must keep this skill well. I only ask that you do not pass it on easily. If you feel it is necessary to teach it to others, you must ask for my permission. "

Wang Mangqiji nodded quickly and promised solemnly: "Absolutely no problem. Even if Qubing's family and I are rescued in the future, whether to pass on this cultivation method to them must be approved by Brother Qingyi."

Wang Mang Qubing also nodded with a flushed face, "That's right, if anyone doesn't want to listen to Brother Qing Yi, we will never pass on the cultivation method to them."

Seeing Qing Yi couldn't help shaking his head and laughing when he heard this, Wang Mang Qi Ji quickly said, "Brother Qing Yi, the Wang Mang giant clan has lost their skills for too long. As long as they know that you have our ancestors' skills, they will definitely serve you wholeheartedly."

"Haha, then we also need to know where the settlement of your Wangmang giant clan is!"

Qing Yi couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. He didn't know whether he could gain the loyalty of other Wangmang giants, but at least two giant boys had become his die-hard fans.

"You two should keep this technique first, and we can talk about the rest later. Tomorrow, the autumn harvest will begin in Guqiu Fengtu, so you two must work hard."

Hei Weng had already calculated the date of the autumn harvest - September 2. Half a month before the harvest, the whole of Guqiu was preparing for this day.

From the seventy-year-old granny and the elderly to the five-year-old boy, everyone had their tasks assigned in advance.

The young and strong men are responsible for harvesting and transporting the ears of corn, while the women and teenagers use threshers to thresh the corn.

The threshed coarse corn is spread out on the open ground and the elders are responsible for drying it in the sun. Children under ten years old are responsible for driving away the birds and occasionally shooting some birds as a snack for the day.

Bo Ai and Jiang Ji were responsible for cooking with some women and elders. The kitchen was filled with various kinds of animal meat hunted by Gongsun Wu and his men. With everyone doing their job, everything went on in an orderly manner.

Completely following Qing Yi's arrangements, they treated the autumn harvest as a war, harvested corn with the highest efficiency, and stored every grain in the warehouse in the shortest time possible.

On the day of autumn harvest, Qing Yi personally accompanied Hei Weng, and together with hundreds of young and strong men, they drove fifty horse-drawn harvesters to harvest the heavy ears of corn at a rapid speed. The ears were then loaded by the people who followed closely behind them and carried back to the village by giant rhinoceros and blue rhinoceros.

After all the ears of grain were harvested, another fifty harvesters followed closely and cut the corn stalks from the harvested ears of grain to the ground. This would provide food for livestock and exotic beasts in the winter.

After being exposed to the autumn sun for most of the day, the basically dry ears of corn can be threshed using a thresher. The threshed rough corn is easier to store and transport.

By nightfall, more than 2,000 acres of farmland had been successfully harvested. Auntie Bo specially used the golden millet to cook a large pot of corn porridge to reward everyone who had worked hard all day.

Qing Yi took only the first bite and immediately fell in love with the corn porridge cooked by Jingu. It had a rich fragrance, fine and smooth grains, and a sticky texture. Even after drinking it, he could still smell the fragrance in his mouth. The faint spiritual energy contained in it had an extremely nourishing effect on the body.

Tu Shigu drank several bowls of rice without hesitation, and his round belly became even swollen. He kept praising, "Tsk tsk, brother, your rice is really great. Give me 100 kilograms tomorrow, and I will drink it this winter."

"Brother Shi Gu, let alone giving you a hundred kilograms, I'm afraid I can't even give you one kilogram!" Qing Yi couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, "There are too few of these things. We can only taste them this year, and the rest have to be collected as seeds for next year."

"What? We have to wait until next year? Isn't this just torture?"

Tuan Shigu's fat face was full of displeasure. He blinked his eyes and said, "I also saw it during the day. The five mu of land yielded two to three thousand kilograms of golden rice. How about leaving half of it to make porridge?"

At this time, Hei Weng smiled and said, "Strictly speaking, the yield of golden millet per mu is 500 catties. These five mu of land have harvested a total of 2,679 catties of golden millet. I used nine catties to make porridge today, and the rest were kept as seeds.

Next year's planting, one mu of land needs ten catties of golden rice seeds. Even if all the harvested golden rice is used as seeds, only 267 mu of land can be planted. So, Corporal Tushi Gu should just wait until next autumn harvest."

While the Pig Master Gu was frowning, the young beast masters such as Wang Mang Qi Ji, Wang Mang Qu Bing, and Daniu also had sad faces, but for different reasons.

Daniu was holding the golden corn porridge in his hand and said gloomily, "I thought I could be a beastmaster and serve as a heavy cavalryman of exotic beasts, but we didn't participate in the last battle against the wild folk coalition. This time, we can only drive the green rhinoceros to transport the harvested corn. What's the difference between this and a farmer?"

"You bastard, what's wrong with you looking down on farmers?"

Auntie Bo patted him on the back of the head without any hesitation, "Without anyone to farm and work, what will you eat and wear? Without anyone to farm and work, who can afford to feed you green rhinoceros beasts?"

Under the scolding of Aunt Bo, both Daniu and the two giant boys lowered their heads obediently, causing the people around them to laugh in low voices.

The old man smiled so hard that his beard twitched: "Young people, you always imagine yourself to be a hero, and talk about doing great things every day.

Only when you become an adult will you learn to balance ideals and reality in life. Let's put aside the vision of the beast heavy cavalry for now and just treat yourself as a farmer and harvest in autumn."

(End of this chapter)