Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Chen Yang opened the door with a smile, and saw that the person standing in front of the door was none other than Niu Shan.

At this moment, Niu Shan was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and his exposed skin was tanned somewhat dark.

It was already June, and the weather was getting warmer. Niu Shan was covered in sweat from climbing, but he still had a smile on his face.

"Niu Shan greets the Great Immortal." With that, Niu Shan bowed to Chen Yang at the door.

Chen Yang helped Niu Shan up and let him come in to talk. Niu Shan then followed Chen Yang into the Sanqing Hall.

In front of the two prayer cushions in the Sanqing Hall, Chen Yang still sat cross-legged opposite Niu Shan, just as he had a year ago.

Niu Shan was also filled with emotion, his face just smiling foolishly, which made Chen Yang a little worried: Could it be that Niu Shan has gone mad after coming up the mountain?

Then Chen Yang asked, "Niu Shan, why are you laughing so happily?"

Chen Yang's expression was neither warm nor cold, but rather authoritative, which immediately made Niu Shan stop laughing and hurriedly reply, "Niu Shan's laughter is all due to the method bestowed by the Great Immortal."

"Master, the hybrid rice you mentioned is indeed effective."

"Following your method, I planted the rice I collected last year in the field and then fenced it off with something."

"Guess what?! Sure enough! The rice flowers were big and dense, and there were tons of rice grains."

"Thanks all to you, Great Immortal, the imperial court hasn't levied any taxes this year. Who knows, maybe both of my brothers will be able to find wives!"

Niu Shan smiled broadly, looking at Chen Yang with eyes full of admiration.

Especially now, the air in front of the statues of the Three Pure Ones where the two are sitting is faintly filled with the scent of sandalwood.

Although Niu Shan didn't know anything about the preciousness of incense, this fragrance smelled deep and lingering, a hundred times better than the incense he had given him that day.

Such rare and exquisite mountain delicacies are probably only affordable for immortals.

Niu Shan couldn't help but recall the fragrance he had smelled in the ancestral hall when he was busy working at the Huang landlord's house, but it was far inferior to the one at the Great Immortal's place.

"Truly a celestial being," Niu Shan thought to himself.

Seeing Niu Shan deep in thought, as if pondering something, Chen Yang assumed Niu Shan wanted to ask about hybrid rice, so he inquired:

"So, you came up the mountain this time to ask about the rice?"

Upon hearing Chen Yang's voice, Niu Shan finally came to his senses, chuckled, scratched his head, and rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly, saying, "Yes, Great Immortal."

"However, the rice harvest hasn't been completed yet this year, and I don't have much spare money, so I haven't been able to bring anything to offer as a tribute to the deity."

  

Hearing Niu Shan's voice, Chen Yang simply shook his head and chuckled. He then went to the straw hut, fetched a bucket of ordinary monkey wine, poured a cup for Niu Shan, and said, "What does this matter?"

"If you can listen to my words and benefit the villagers, that's already a good deed. Perhaps I'll also get a share of the credit. Why say so much?"

Chen Yang didn't care about filial piety or anything like that, and he didn't lack anything these days.

Moreover, given the friendship he had formed with Niu Shan in the previous two encounters, guidance alone would be sufficient.

Then Chen Yang spoke to Niu Shan: "Niu Shan, try to save as much of this year's rice as seeds, don't eat it all."

Hearing Chen Yang's words, Niu Shan was also somewhat puzzled and asked, "Why, Great Immortal?"

Chen Yang's mind was also filled with knowledge from his previous life, which was about hybrid rice.

The plants currently being planted on Niushan Mountain are merely parent plants and will not produce much change.

Moreover, it is still too difficult to replicate the three-line hybrid rice method developed by Yuan Longping in this era. However, this method is sufficient. If we can find a way to produce the most basic nitrogen fertilizer, then we can produce a yield of a thousand catties.

Rice production still requires a large amount of nitrogen, otherwise it will still be constrained.

Returning to the seeds, the rice varieties they produce are the true first-generation hybrid rice, possessing the characteristics of the highest and most stable yield, and are also known as F1 hybrid rice seeds.

However, the rice produced in F1 rice varieties tends to be of inconsistent quality, with a significant decline in the quality of the ears of wheat and various other problems, and is therefore referred to as F2 rice.

Although F2 seeds cannot be used for large-scale farming, they can be used to select rice varieties, F3, F4, and so on, so that the genes of wheat ears will become more and more stable.

However, this requires an experimental process.

When Chen Yang first learned it in his previous life, he was also a little confused, but after carefully reading the principles several times, he quickly understood it.

Of course, Chen Yang couldn't say that to Niu Shan. It would be truly amazing if Niu Shan could understand it.

Then Chen Yang explained, "The rice seeds you harvested this time, when planted next year, can yield four or five hundred, or even over a thousand catties per mu."

"You only need to remember this one."

"This year's seed production may not be much higher than in previous years, but it should still be higher."

"But there will only be more next year. As for other things, you can ask me again next year."

Chen Yang didn't intend to explain everything to Niu Shan all at once. He told Niu Shan that even if he studied it, Niu Shan wouldn't be able to figure it out.

It would be quite strange if someone got so engrossed in it that they went crazy from studying it.

Although most of those who delve into this field are science-oriented, it's hard to say what Niu Shan's stubborn nature might be.

Niu Shan was somewhat puzzled but impressed by what he heard. Could the yield of rice per mu be hundreds or thousands of jin next year?

Thinking of Chen Yang's words, Niu Shan thought about this year's rice. Weren't those all treasures?

These are seeds that can turn into thousands of kilograms of rice! How could he dare to eat them? Won't they cause a stomachache?

Seeing Niu Shan's somewhat bewildered but impressive expression, Chen Yang found it amusing: "I told you to keep more rice seeds, it's not like you're not going to eat."

"If you're willing, you could exchange your rice for someone else's to eat, wouldn't that be better?"

Hearing Chen Yang's suggestion, Niu Shan's face lit up with joy: "That's right! The Great Immortal really has a way."

Seeing Niu Shan clapping his hands with the joy of a three-year-old, Chen Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud. He then asked Shi Dun how he had been doing lately.

Hearing Chen Yang ask about Shidun, Niu Shan's face also showed a happy expression: "Shidun just called me Dad last month, only four months old and he's already calling me Dad."

"Everyone in the village praises Shidun for his intelligence; this is all thanks to the blessing bestowed upon him by the Great Immortal."

As he spoke, Niu Shan bowed to Chen Yang again.

Chen Yang waved his hand, "It's all because Shidun is clever. What does it have to do with me?"

"Bring it up here so I can see it sometime soon." After all, it was named by himself, and bringing it here would add some vitality to the Taoist temple.

Hearing someone praise his child, especially the immortal, Niu Shan's smile widened. He lay prostrate on the ground, unsure of what to say.

Chen Yang stroked his beard, but then he remembered something and looked at Niu Shan again, saying, "Niu Shan, get up and listen to me."

Hearing Chen Yang's suddenly serious words, Niu Shan was slightly puzzled, but he quickly obeyed and got up from the ground, respectfully asking Chen Yang:

"What does the sage want to say to me? I will remember it all."

Seeing Niu Shan's expression, Chen Yang nodded slightly: "You may not see anything with this this year, but you must be careful next year."

"If this matter gets out, your entire village may be killed."

The entire Huangni'ao village had only about a hundred people and a few dozen households. They couldn't resist anyone, not even the county magistrates in the city, or the landlord Huang from the neighboring Huangjia village.

Hearing Chen Yang's words, Niu Shan scratched his head, not understanding what he meant.

Seeing Niu Shan's expression, Chen Yang knew he couldn't understand, so he could only say, "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime. You'd better be careful."

Although Niu Shan couldn't understand, he still respectfully bowed to Chen Yang: "Thank you for your guidance, Great Immortal. I will certainly keep it in mind."

Chen Yang nodded and said no more. Whether Niu Shan could listen to him or not was up to fate.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Niu Shan went down the mountain, and Chen Yang then began preparing the gift he would give to the little red fox.

Since the little red fox is all alone and has married into the family, as his elder brother, I should at least help him save face.

Thinking of the spirit rice in the backyard, Chen Yang pondered this.