Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Time flies, and more than twenty days have passed in the blink of an eye, and October has arrived.

The sweltering heat of midsummer has completely dissipated, the autumn wind in the mountains is gradually cooling, and a chill is quietly arriving.

At dawn, in front of the Taoist temple, Chen Yang did not rush to perform his morning prayers. He took a sip of the newly picked evening tea, which was mixed with the new tea left over from May. The tea was slightly astringent, but it was the most warming.

Several rough-skinned, unripe autumn oranges were placed beside the stone, carrying a faint fruity fragrance as the autumn wind blew by.

After several days of secluded cultivation, Chen Yang's cultivation level improved again, with fourteen new strands of spiritual energy added, bringing the total number of strands of spiritual energy around his body to seventeen, excluding spiritual power.

However, the little red fox had been missing for three months without a trace, which made Chen Yang somewhat worried. He wondered if the red fox had lost weight and if it was cultivating in peace.

"That's enough, everyone has their own destiny, there's no need to worry too much."

Chen Yang pulled his thin Taoist robe tighter around himself, finished his cup of hot tea, and stopped sighing. He then got up and went to the hall to begin his morning lessons.

Ever since that day when the two-cent destiny completely merged into his brow, he had a strange feeling in his heart.

The back of Black Wind Mountain is the very mountain where the little red fox fell. There is always an inexplicable force drawing him there.

This feeling is almost instinctive, like waking up in a good mood in a past life, feeling that you will have good luck all day long. It is almost instinctive and mysterious.

The method of seeking official recognition is also recorded, and this is his destiny, which is very auspicious.

Chen Yang made up his mind that after using the spiritual liquid today and taking care of some trivial matters, he would go into the back mountain to find out what was going on.

After a month of hard work, Huangni'ao at the foot of the mountain has finally ushered in the autumn harvest.

In the fields, villagers from every household were bent over harvesting rice early in the morning, creating a busy scene everywhere.

In Niu Shan's field, three strong men were working hard. Niu Shan was the fastest and most skilled, followed by Da Gou, who worked the hardest, and Sanwa followed closely behind.

After spending the past month together, the big dog has completely changed from its former rebellious self and has become Niu Shan's most loyal follower.

He spent his days running errands for Niu Shan, traveling around the village, and his personality became much more diligent and steady.

After the rice paddy was harvested, Granny Niu came up the mountain with food to deliver to them, and the three of them stopped working to rest.

As the group munched on coarse grain and wild vegetable dumplings, Big Dog glanced at Niu Shan, who was also panting and resting, and asked:

"Brother Shan, I heard you're going to Huangjia Village next door to buy two old hens today. Are you planning to give them to your wife to help her recover?"

After a month of sharing joys and sorrows, the group had become as close as brothers, and all past grudges had vanished.

Niu Shan took a big bite of the pancake, but didn't answer directly. He just said vaguely, "I'm giving these two old hens away."

Big Dog looked surprised upon hearing this. "Give him away? Now everyone in Huangni'ao is grateful for Brother Shan's kindness and regards you as their savior."

"Even Uncle Wu admitted that in a few years, he will hand over the position of village chief to you."

"Who else in the village needs you to deliver gifts?" But Niu Shan did not answer this question and then left.

The village has very little farmland, so the autumn harvest was very fast, and it was all harvested in less than half a day.

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Upon returning home, Niu Shan accepted the forty copper coins handed to him by Granny Niu, his mother's words of advice echoing in his ears.

"Silly boy, don't be fooled. When choosing a hen, select one that is small and has tender meat, so that you can raise it for a longer period of time and keep it laying eggs year after year."

Niu Shan nodded earnestly, "Don't worry, Mother, I've remembered everything."

After packing up, Niu Shan carried 160 jin of charcoal and stepped out of Huangni'ao.

The mountain path was narrow, only about the width of an average person's forearm, and rugged and difficult to traverse. Big Dog and Sanwa followed closely behind, each carrying several loads of charcoal, though their loads were slightly lighter.

After a two-hour journey, the three of them sat down to rest. Sanwa, panting heavily, was full of doubts.

"Brother Shan, selling charcoal so early is unprecedented. We're afraid we'll lose a lot of money."

Niu Shan drank the tea he carried with him and slowly explained, "The copper coins my mother gave me weren't enough, so I sold the charcoal to Landlord Huang to get some silver, which was just enough to buy a few old hens."

"This year's harvest is exceptional, comparable to the finest fertile fields. The imperial court has exempted us from all corvée labor and taxes, so we can enjoy a prosperous and bountiful year."

Sanwa listened with great anticipation, nodding repeatedly in his imagination, "I suppose the current emperor must also possess extraordinary abilities like Brother Shan."

"His Majesty must be using a golden hoe to till the land, and the crops he grows will be large and plump, unaffected by insect plagues or droughts."

"Perhaps the Emperor will take pity on the people and not only forgo their taxes but also give us wives!"

Sanwa's innocent and carefree imagination made Niushan and Dagou burst into laughter.

Niu Shan jokingly said, "If every year brings such a bountiful harvest, you two will have no trouble finding wives in the future."

When the topic of marriage came up, Sanwa blushed instantly, scratched his head with a silly grin, and after a short rest, the three of them climbed over the last mound and arrived at Huangjia Village.

This place is adjacent to Heifeng Town, with flat and open terrain, and is much more prosperous than Huangni'ao.

Today happened to be market day in Huangjia Village. Although it was not a large market, it was still bustling with people and very lively.

The main street in the village is lined with stalls, where hunters sell wild game, and barefoot doctors set up stalls to treat patients and sell herbs for injuries.

Peddlers came and went, selling all sorts of novel trinkets from around the town, a dazzling array that exuded a lively, bustling atmosphere.

The three men carrying black charcoal on their backs were particularly eye-catching, drawing frequent glances from the surrounding villagers.

Charcoal is a sought-after commodity in autumn and winter, but winter has not yet arrived, and there are still one or two months before the snowfall, so it is not the season for selling charcoal.

Selling charcoal early always resulted in a loss of half a coin per pound, but Niu Shan didn't care at all; he was only focused on selling it quickly.

At this time, the market price of charcoal was stable at one and a half coins per pound. Although it was much lower than the price in the cold winter, it was the best market price in autumn.

Niu Shan has been a regular trader in Huangjia Village for many years and is a familiar face to many villagers.

Niu Shan first exchanged charcoal for the oil, salt, and other household necessities he needed, then turned and instructed his big dog, Sanwa, who was eating pancakes and drinking oil tea on the street.

"You two stay here and guard the goods. I'm going to Landlord Huang's mansion to exchange them for three laying hens."

The big dog, ignoring the grease from its mouth, patted its chest and agreed.

"Don't worry, Brother Shan, leave this to me. I'm absolutely certain there won't be any mistakes."

Looking at the bustling market, Sanwa couldn't help but sigh softly, "This year's drought and famine are severe, but I didn't expect Huangjia Village to be almost unaffected. I thought I could take this opportunity to find a wife."

The big dog explained from the side, "Huangjia Village is protected by the Red Fox Immortal, who taught us methods for drought-resistant farming."

"Although we also suffered from insect infestation, we managed to save most of the harvest, but it was still far less bountiful than what we have in Huangni'ao."

Thinking of the bountiful harvest in his village, the big dog couldn't help but puff out his chest and hold his head high, filled with pride.

Niu Shan's heart stirred slightly upon hearing this. The Red Fox Immortal Family—this was exactly what he had been curious about. Was it related to the Yellow Immortal Family? Today presented the perfect opportunity to find out.

After the three bid farewell, Niu Shan walked straight to the end of the street and came to the outside of a magnificent brick and stone house. He walked around to the back door and gently knocked on it.

A moment later, a steward dressed in plain clothes, wearing a round hat, and sporting a mustache opened the door and came out.

Niu Shan quickly put down the carrying pole on his shoulder, bowed, and said, "Niu Shan greets Steward Huang."

When Butler Huang saw the visitor, he looked puzzled.

"Niu Shan? What brings you here today? There's never been a tradition of selling charcoal in the autumn."

Niu Shan feigned distress, scratching his head as he explained, "This year's harvest is unusual. Although the crop is decent, my family is struggling financially."

"Since my wife was pregnant, I thought I should sell charcoal early to earn some money and grain to supplement the family income and help my wife recover."

Butler Huang nodded knowingly, stroking his beard with a smug look on his face: "That's natural. Ordinary villages don't have this kind of opportunity. Only my young lady is blessed by the fox spirit."

Changing the subject, Butler Huang spoke seriously, "Selling charcoal is fine, but the market price is low in autumn, so the price will have to be lowered slightly. Do you agree?"

Niu Shan quickly replied, "That's only right, I understand the rules."

"Manager Huang, may I exchange three laying hens for some to take home and raise, so I can collect the eggs to nourish my wife?"

Butler Huang smiled and said, "Three hens are nothing; we have plenty in the manor. What's wrong with that?"

The two quickly reached an agreement: 160 catties of charcoal would be sold at the market price of one and a half coins per catty, for a total of ninety coins.

Adding the forty copper coins that Niu Shan brought with him, after exchanging them for three hens, he still had ten coins left.

Butler Huang led Niu Shan to set up the charcoal and headed straight for the chicken coop in the backyard, giving him repeated instructions along the way.

"You must remember to behave properly and not look around."

"It just so happens that the fox spirit and my young lady are coming to the chicken coop to choose their food."

"The immortals have a particular fondness for chicken, so the master specially purchased a large number of hens from the town. In normal times, a single hen costs no less than fifty coins and is extremely difficult to buy."

Niu Shan nodded repeatedly, making sure to remember. As the two approached the chicken coop, a clear and charming girl's laughter suddenly came from inside the yard, clearly indicating that they were playing around.