From a carp to a dragon god

Chapter 64: The East Wind Blows and the North Wind Blows

The unexpected situation was something Yu Shuyang had not realized before. Even if all the wood chips and fallen leaves were collected, they were not enough to cover the 300 acres of land.

To make one acre of spiritual land nine inches thick, 60,000 kilograms of sawdust are needed. Three hundred acres would require 18 million kilograms. Before, when the North District was cut down into wasteland, the sawdust produced was less than 8 million kilograms.

Old Moji picked up fallen leaves and barely made up the sum of 10 million. The situation was so embarrassing.

"Then let's do this. Thirty acres counts as one block. Let's first fill up six blocks, and then we can think of a way to cover the remaining blocks later so that it won't affect the Ganoderma lucidum planting." Yu Shuyang estimated in his mind and decided that this was the only way for now.

Thirty acres are used for each of the six kinds of Ganoderma lucidum. The remaining area can be supplemented with sawdust and then used to plant Yaocao. This way, both are not delayed. Moreover, Ganoderma lucidum takes a short time to grow, so it can be harvested as medicine in the same year.

"We can also be short of sawdust and fallen leaves. We don't have them in Fudi, but we can buy them from outside. It's only 7.2 million kilograms of sawdust.

Just go to the craftsman's workshop in Taicang and buy it. Leave it to me. It won't take too long to deliver it in a few days, right?" Father Yu helped to solve the problem.

Yu Shuyang couldn't help but look up to his father. He was still very reliable at critical moments and could take the initiative to participate. It would be easier to get him to help with work in the future.

"Dad, I'm leaving this matter to you. There's another thing. The 120 mu of empty spiritual farmland needs to be planted with Yaocao or spiritual tea trees.

When you go out to buy them, look for seedlings or seeds, as long as they are of the same variety."

Yu Shuyang assigned work to Yu's father very smoothly. After all, the old man had nothing else to do except staying at home painting beauties and writing calligraphy.

"Don't even think about the Yaocao spiritual plants. Besides the ones that can be grown in Yaochi Cave Heaven, just plant the spiritual tea trees honestly.

Our blessed land is rich in water and energy, so varieties like Yunmeng's mist tea and Wuzhou's Mingqian tea are easy to grow. But forget about tea saplings; just buy tea seeds and grow them yourself." Father Yu clearly knew a lot about tea.

Since ancient times, scholars have loved tea. They either lingered in teahouses and restaurants, or frequented brothels and theaters. It was obvious that Yu Fu was also an elegant tea connoisseur.

The pile of wood chips and fallen leaves was completed quickly. The dozen or so shrimp soldiers were martial artists and had been working in the farmland for many years, so they worked not only smoothly but also very quickly.

"Uncle Mo, are you ready with the pottery jar?" Yu Shuyang began to make preparations before casting the spell.

"Don't worry, we have prepared a hundred red clay pottery jars. What do you want to do with them?" asked Old Mogi.

"Let's put a vat on two mu of land. Is it the kind that is as tall as a person?" Yu Shuyang asked worriedly.

"Needless to say, I bought the best old red pottery water tank, which can hold at least 1,000 kilograms of water. You can use it with confidence." Moji called on the shrimp soldiers to move the tank.

This big water tank is really big, as tall as a person. The tank body is made of red clay, with woven basket patterns embossed on the outside, and a big carp carved on the bottom of the tank.

"Uncle Mo, this jar is really good. It's worth buying it." Yu Shuyang knocked on the jar and it made a golden and jade sound.

"You just don't know the goods, and you can't say it's good. Let me explain it to you and you can learn more.

There are many kinds of water tanks. The small ones are called jars and the large ones are called urns.

This one-meter-high structure has a special name called Menhai, which is used by wealthy families to prevent fires and is placed in the courtyard to ward off wind and water.

This kind of pottery is ordinary, and there are also those made of copper and iron, which are called Jinhai. This thing can also be regarded as a feng shui object for the house.

"You hear the sound of knocking, like knocking on gold and jade. There's a saying that goes, 'Jade kiln gold bricks,' they're not afraid of being knocked or damaged, and they last for hundreds of years." Father Yu said as he knocked.

Yu Shuyang was happy to cooperate. The shrimp soldiers would be busy moving the tanks for a while, not to mention that they were planning to ask Yu Fu for help later. Yu Fu practiced the Bookworm method, and while he might not be well-versed in formal studies, he had plenty of knowledge in this area, from witch doctors and astrology to peddlers and hawkers. There was nothing he couldn't tell.

A large vat was placed on two mu of land. One hundred vats were not used up, and ten were left unused. They were all placed in the abandoned fields without sawdust.

He took out the water hyacinth and distributed it to the shrimp soldiers. It was filled with water from Taiping Lake. Although the blessed land was full of fish monsters and shrimp spirits, there was no water except in the South Fish Pond.

It is a bit difficult to fill all ninety large vats with water. The water gourd talisman refined by Li Zhen can hold a maximum of one thousand kilograms of water in one gourd, but the large water vats can also hold one thousand kilograms of water.

Fortunately, he only needed water to cast spells, so he didn't need to fill all the water tanks with water. It wouldn't take much time for seven or eight gourds to take turns filling ninety water tanks with water.

Yu Shuyang took out the Xuanming True Water Pearl, sensed the prohibitions of the heavens and the earth, and accumulated the Ren Yang water Qi in his mysterious orifice in preparation for casting the spell.

"Dad, look at my methods."

He held the pearl in both hands and absorbed the Qi. The Xuanming True Water Qi entered his nostrils in strands until it filled the entire nostril.

He activated the Spring Breeze Talisman in his mysterious acupoint, used the talisman to derive magic spells, and as he chanted the spell, he uttered the word "Hu".

As soon as the word "Hu" was uttered, it turned into wind. The Xuanming True Water Qi accompanied the spring breeze, like a late spring cold snap, and the gentle wind seemed warm but also cold.

It took a quarter of an hour to exhale in one breath. The spring breeze directly filled the three hundred acres of wasteland, as if covered by a layer of mist, and even frost condensed on the ground.

As expected, it failed to turn the spring breeze into rain. The last time I performed it on the treasure ship, it was mainly because the water and cloud energy on the cloud road were sufficient, and the spring breeze blew out mixed with the clouds and mist and turned into rain.

Even if he borrowed the water energy from ninety water tanks, it could only be blown into a cloud of water mist, which was a bit far from what he had imagined.

There is no atmosphere above Xiyu Blessed Land, let alone clouds, so naturally there is no way to control the wind and rain.

How could this little bit of water mist possibly soak through the wood chips, let alone erode them into rotten soil? Since the spring breeze can't turn them into rain, then let's turn them into snow.

He picked up the Xuanming True Water Pearl again and took in the Qi into his nostrils. The True Water Qi was not as sufficient as before. It seemed that one magic ban was still not enough, and it was only enough for two spells at most.

The winter wind talisman in the mysterious orifice was activated, and the "He" spell was uttered. The breath was as cold as ice, as if it was quickly frozen, and the snow began to melt when it blew into the mist.

In just a moment, the white mist covering the abandoned fields turned into snowflakes that drifted down, covering all the wood chips and fallen leaves. The snow was as thick as a finger.

"How about it, old man? Are you very powerful?" Yu Shuyang put away the pearl and asked with some pride.

Father Yu had seen many scenes, but this was the first time he had seen someone who had not yet entered the Dao condense a ninth-grade Dharma image and yet had such great power.

"It looks powerful, but its killing power is average. It should be good for farming, so we don't have to water and fertilize it." In order to prevent his son from becoming overly arrogant, Yu's father had to find some faults with him anyway.

"Old man, can't you see I'm just farming? It's not appropriate to use fighting techniques. When the snow melts, the sawdust will turn into rotten wood.

Don't be idle either. Hurry and buy the missing sawdust. We also have tea seeds to cultivate into seedlings. Time is short and the task is heavy. Go now."

Yu Shuyang didn't have time to argue with his father, so he just assigned him to help with the work, which made him happy to see.

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