Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Back at the temple, one can see that there are now many wooden planks of different sizes in the backyard.

Zhu Dazhuang used his thick tusks to gesture on the tree, then slowly cut it with his spiritual power.

Meanwhile, Pig Five Strong was playing around in the lawn, as if he were turning over the soil.

Upon seeing Chen Yang return, Zhu Dazhuang stopped what he was doing: "Brother Chen Yang, you're back. Do you think these planks are suitable?"

Chen Yang looked at the wooden planks that Zhu Dazhuang had cut out. They were of varying widths, but enough to barely grow a Ganoderma lucidum.

"That's enough."

He then shared the melons and fruits he had brought from the foot of the mountain with Pig Dazhuang and Pig Wuzhuang, who was tired from playing nearby.

Little Pig Wuzhuang excitedly ran over upon seeing the melons and fruits. "Thank you, Uncle Chen Yang."

As he spoke, he began to bite into it with gusto. Chen Yang stroked the still-soft fine hair on Zhu Wuzhuang's head and was quite pleased.

After putting the things down, Chen Yang immediately whittled out some wooden nails and nailed the wooden boards together.

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Then a small wooden hut stood in the corner of the yard, just like the chicken coop on the other side.

However, the wooden house was much cooler. Chen Yang raised the foundation a bit and buried the mycelium in it. From then on, he only needed to take normal care of it.

Then another twenty days passed, and it was already May. During these twenty days, Chen Yang had finished making the incense.

After cutting the incense sticks and arranging them neatly, Chen Yang lit the first stick and placed it in the incense burner on the shrine.

As Chen Yang recited his morning lessons, accompanied by the wafting fragrance of sandalwood.

At this moment, Zhu Dazhuang and Zhu Wuzhuang were no longer seen in the temple.

Seven days ago, Zhu Dazhuang took Zhu Wuzhuang back down the mountain.

After this period of treatment, the cold poison in Zhu Wuzhuang's body has been completely removed.

Before leaving, Zhu Dazhuang told Chen Yang his address and said that if he needed anything, he could ask him for help.

Chen Yang did not refuse, after all, he planned to renovate the entire Taoist temple this year.

Zhu Dazhuang is indeed a good worker; having him around will save a lot of trouble.

Afterwards, Chen Yang placed the large bucket of incense he had made in a dry and cool place in the temple.

"In this way, the temple can continue to receive offerings from time to time."

Chen Yang looked at the fragrant aroma he had carefully created in the wooden bucket and thought to himself.

May is currently the busy season for farming, and this year the busy season has arrived earlier than usual.

Early in the morning, in the Huangni'ao valley at the foot of the mountain, Niu Shan and his big dog Sanwa were in the woods, tying thatch to several small trees.

Sanwa yawned deeply and asked with some confusion, "Brother Shan, why are we tying thatch to the wood?"

"They've done so much already, it's enough to fence off our entire field."

Hearing Sanwa's words, Niushan said, "We have to fence off the fields."

"It's already May, and in a few more days, these rice flowers will be in full bloom."

"If they don't cordon it off, other rice flowers will drift into their fields and contaminate these rice seeds."

This is also the most important step that the master told him.

"Perhaps there won't be much change in the fields this year, but if it's like this every year, then the fields will be full of rice that can produce grain in the future."

Niu Shan said to the big dog and the third child, "Just follow my lead."

"I guarantee that each acre of our land will produce at least 300 catties of grain in the future."

Upon hearing Niu Shan's words, even the big dog, who was working silently nearby, stopped what it was doing and was somewhat surprised.

"Three hundred pounds? Brother Shan, you're not kidding, are you?"

Sanwa was even more incredulous: "The best we get in a year is only 150 jin, 300 jin...!"

Sanwa hesitated, clearly thinking that Niushan was joking.

Although Niu Shan wasn't entirely confident about these words, he still patted his chest.

"When have I, Niu Shan, ever made fun of you? You two just follow me, and I guarantee you'll both find wives."

Although the big dog was somewhat skeptical, he still nodded: "Okay, I'll do whatever Brother Shan says!"

Sanwa's eyes lit up as soon as he heard his wife's name! He quickly nodded.

"Me too! I'll definitely work hard alongside Brother Shan!"

Then the three of them worked even harder to tie it up.

While tying the straw, Niu Shan did mutter to himself, "Three hundred jin? That's an understatement."

According to the fortune teller, one mu of land can yield at least four or five hundred jin, and if one can find something called nitrogen, the yield per mu can be even higher.

However, these words were so frightening that even Niu Shan felt horrified when he first heard them.

If it weren't for the fact that it was a sage who said this, he would have turned around and left long ago, thinking that some swindler was just playing a trick on him.

However, once it's finished, you can go up the mountain to ask the immortal for more details, so that there won't be any mistakes.

However, as the straw-tying became faster and faster, looking at the rice in his own field that was clearly a size larger than the others, Niu Shan couldn't help but dream.

If this is true, each acre could yield a guaranteed 400-500 jin, or even up to 1,000 jin, and Huangni'ao would certainly not be as poor as it is now.

When every family has enough to eat and wears new clothes, and everyone can find a wife, that will be a good life.

He was determined not to disappoint the immortal, and Niu Shan then worked even harder at tying the ropes.

At that moment, Chen Yang suddenly sneezed in the temple.

"That's strange, who's talking about themselves?"

Chen Yang straightened his collar, not thinking too much about it.

At this moment, Chen Yang was standing in a small wooden shed in the corner of the courtyard. The shed was not much taller than Chen Yang, and he could see the situation inside without even going inside.

Inside the wooden shed, there were rows of shelves, and the shelves were covered with sawdust.

Among the sawdust, tiny buds resembling deer antlers have already sprouted. The buds are milky white, while the rootstock has turned red, which is the original form of Ganoderma lucidum.

Seeing how quickly the Ganoderma lucidum was growing, Chen Yang was very satisfied.

After checking and finding no mosquitoes or diseases, Chen Yang then looked elsewhere.

Ganoderma lucidum grows extremely fast and can usually be harvested once every three months.

Chen Yang will then select which Ganoderma lucidum can be cultivated for a long time before using the spiritual liquid.

When Chen Yang arrived in the courtyard, he saw that a half-grown tree had already grown into a mature peach tree, which was planted last autumn and was growing extremely rapidly.

After only a few months of planting, its growth was already comparable to that of a regular peach tree after a year.

Chen Yang looked at the few peach blossoms on the tree with delight.

"This year I'll be able to taste the peaches I grew myself. I wonder what they'll taste like."

Then Chen Yang dripped the spiritual liquid into the stream water that had been prepared beforehand, and then sprinkled it again onto the Solomon's seal and the vegetable garden.

The Solomon's Seal has now sprouted new buds, clearly indicating that it has entered a new stage.

Even the amaranth has undergone a complete transformation. Almost the entire amaranth field is now covered with green copper veins, as are many of the green amaranth roots and stems.

However, the chives remained unchanged, but Chen Yang was not discouraged.

Chen Yang is already very satisfied with the current situation.

Today marks one year since I came to this world. Now I have a vegetable garden and a Taoist temple, and my days are fulfilling. Moreover, Chen Yang's cultivation has also made considerable progress.

Within Chen Yang's dantian, two streams of spiritual energy were silently swirling, with ten streams of spiritual energy attached to them.

He could have cultivated faster, but due to insufficient innate talent, it still took him some time to break through.

"It's still my physical constitution that's holding me back."

However, today marks exactly one year, and new spirit crystals can be condensed, which is a good opportunity to improve one's foundation.

Just as Chen Yang was thinking, a little bit of pale white spirit crystal precipitated out from the surface of the Hun Tian Zhu and hung quietly on it.

Chen Yang sensed the change in his dantian, and his eyes lit up.

"This way, I can improve my physical constitution and bloodline again."

Just as Chen Yang was overjoyed because of the spirit crystal, a snow-white little fox stepped onto the path leading down the mountain inside the temple.

The little white fox had glossy fur, but it stood upright, carrying a small carrying pole on its shoulder. It was humming something, and its eyes were smiling.

From time to time, when it gets tired, it lies down on the ground, and its round belly will cover its four feet.

"Brother Daoming, your place is too far away. I'm exhausted."

The little white fox lay on the grass and muttered to itself.