Becoming a god starting from the weasel

On the ridge of the field, Niu Shan also had a solemn expression on his face. This was the first step in the gamble. If this step also failed, then there was no point in talking about the rest.

Beside Niu Shan, Wu Youtian looked at Niu Shan with some curiosity, his mind involuntarily recalling events from a month ago.

It was late at night when Niu Shan knocked on the door, called his father out, and after saying something, this bet came about.

Although Wu Youtian didn't know what kind of bet it was, looking at Niu Shan's current appearance, the more Wu Youtian looked at him, the more he resembled someone... that was the former landlord Huang.

Just then, the entire acre of land was harvested in the blink of an eye. Wu Datian finished cutting the last handful of rice, his lean muscles covered in sweat.

"Arita, go down and weigh it."

When Niu Shan spoke, Wu Youtian instinctively responded, "Hey, it's Brother Niu Shan."

Niu Shan was slightly taken aback by these words, but Wu Youtian didn't seem to think so, and quickly went down to the field.

Soon, the rice threshing began on site: the threshing buckets were carried on, and Wu Youtian took the lead, and the group began to swing the rice in the field, while Wu Datian watched and smoked his pipe.

Then came the weighing. As the numbers were recorded, Wu Datian took the weight and looked somewhat surprised.

"This acre... weighs a total of 530 jin!"

"In previous years, the best yield from a single plot of land was probably two to three hundred catties..."

Upon hearing this, Niu Shan breathed a sigh of relief, and the expressions on everyone's faces were varied, some were astonished, and some were disbelieving.

"Isn't Brother Shan's land also poor? How come he has such a good harvest!?"

"Could it be... that Brother Shan really received a blessing from the Mountain God...?"

At first, no one believed it, but after today's outcome... it seems quite hard to say.

On the ridge of the field, seeing everyone's different appearances, Niu Shan, who originally wanted to say that he had only received rice seeds from the mountain god and that there were other things to do in farming, stopped talking.

"Everyone! I have the blessing of the mountain god! Support me next year, and the mountain god will bless us!"

Niu Shan stood on the pile of rice, casually grabbed a handful of rice from the ground, and held it above his head!

"Follow me! In the future, everyone will have a wife and children! Everyone will have enough to eat!"

Seeing the rice ears in Niu Shan's hands, glistening in the sunlight, and the towering Black Wind Mountain behind him, reaching straight into the azure sky...

Wu Datian was the first to kneel down! "Thank you, Mountain God! Thank you, Mountain God!"

Upon hearing this, the others also knelt down, saying, "Thank you, Mountain God!"

Niu Shan was deeply moved by this scene, just like the changing winds and clouds on Black Wind Mountain, but his face remained calm as clouds.

"The mountain god told me that after the rice harvest next year, Huangni'ao will have to be renamed Niujia Village! This is all the mountain god's word!"

At first, the crowd exchanged bewildered glances upon hearing this, then Big Dog laughed and said from the crowd, "Brother Shan! If you could help us all get married, we'd all be willing to take the surname Niu!"

"Hahahaha!" Soon, laughter rang out from the crowd, and Niu Shan felt more directly that it was a blessing for the poor to be alive, and that he had helped them.

  

Inside the temple, Chen Yang began his pill-making work, placing various dried medicinal herbs in front of him on a peach tree and bamboo chair.

Each bamboo tube on the surface contains various medicinal materials, including minerals, herbs, and collected incense chips.

Chen Yang put various medicinal herbs into a mortar made of pine wood, then began to pound and pound them, then poured them out separately, repeating this process over and over again.

Herbs and plants are not difficult to handle, after all, herbs and plants have mild medicinal properties and are not very particular. However, on the other side of the stone mortar, Chen Yang's hands almost flew off the ground.

Inside the stone mortar, the bluestone rapidly shrank under Chen Yang's hammering, almost breaking into tiny pieces after half a quarter of an hour, but that was still far from enough.

When grinding metal or stone, the key is to grind and polish it repeatedly until all the particles are gone and the texture is like shavings.

Although Chen Yang was in the mountains, he had learned some carpentry skills while studying civil engineering. He could use the sieve, but he definitely needed to hammer it more.

Once the metal and stone materials are pounded and processed, all the hammering work is finished.

Then came the sifting of various medicinal powders until the texture reached the limit of what Chen Yang could produce, only then was the final preparation work completed.

The method of forming pills is not difficult, but it requires more practice. Chen Yang had already memorized every step in his mind. Although he had not yet practiced it, he was confident and not flustered.

Chen Yang lit a fire in the kitchen, then took out a clean wooden basin, poured in the medicinal powder according to the ratio, and began to stir it.

Stir 150 times clockwise and 150 times counterclockwise, then add two ounces of old honey.

As Chen Yang stirred the medicinal powder, he kept track of the time. Once he reached three hundred laps, he immediately got up and rushed to the kitchen. The water in the kitchen had dried up, and the bamboo tubes inside were somewhat scorched.

Chen Yang added a little animal oil, then poured in all the boiling honey from the bucket, and began stirring with a spoon. He then extinguished the fire and used the residual heat to heat it up.

Soon, the honey gradually turned from its initial light color to a dark yellow. The process of boiling the honey is an important step in making the elixir, and the honey will be different depending on the temperature of the boiling.

Tender honey: simmering gently with fine, scattered foam, suitable for juicy and soft medicinal herbs.

Medium-grade honey: It is light yellow in color, can be pulled into thin threads without breaking, and does not stick to the hand when cooled. Most elixirs are made from this type of honey.

Old honey: dark brown, coarse and stiff, suitable for minerals and dried herbs, with extremely strong viscosity.

Chen Yang needed aged honey, but honey is usually made over low heat, and he didn't have enough manpower, so this was the only way.

Fortunately, using only the residual heat of the pot, he could control the heat. He scooped out the slightly burnt and hardened honey, went to the wooden basin, poured it in according to the estimated proportion, and continued stirring.

He poured in the honey and started stirring. The medicinal powder became thick. The drier the powder, the more honey it needed; the moister the powder, the less honey it needed. Because the amount of Ganoderma lucidum powder needed was relatively large, Chen Yang added quite a bit of honey.

Then the medicine ball was taken out and kneaded on a wooden table with Ganoderma lucidum powder placed on it beforehand. After that, it was divided into strips and rolled into pills.

He scooped out about a finger's width of ointment from the medicinal strip, then rubbed it in his honey-soaked hands. Soon, a number of round pills were placed in front of Chen Yang.

However... the appearance of this pill isn't very appealing...

The pills in front of Chen Yang were of different sizes; some were plump and round, while others were dry and shriveled.

"But... at least it's finished."

Chen Yang picked up a fairly well-formed pill and put it into the air. As soon as the pill entered his stomach, he felt a warm sensation, just as described in the prescription.

The effects are similar to drinking the spirit wine and eating green amaranth, "but... the effect is indeed far inferior."

Chen Yang had anticipated this, and the best he could achieve was only a 10% increase in the efficacy of the Red Ganoderma Pill. Now that the pill's shape was poor and its medicinal properties were affected, the fact that it was still effective despite the significant reduction in efficacy was already a result of adding too much Red Ganoderma.

However, Chen Yang couldn't help but sigh that these days, cultivation is expensive.

I can probably only make pills twice a day, about two and a half bottles, fifteen pills per bottle. I take them once every two days, which is about two months of cultivation, and I still have one month left.

This is only because Chen Yang can produce the red fungus himself. If he didn't have this ability, he would probably find it difficult to cultivate in this lifetime if he had to buy or find it himself.

"Alright, we'll try again tomorrow."

Anyway, with experience, we can refine it slowly. This thing won't run away. Chen Yang tapped on the distant Huangni'ao. It should be a few days before we have to go up Niushan after the rice harvest.

"I wonder if they'll bring the stone blocks."

Chen Yang wrapped the elixir in a robe, washing his hands as he thought about it.

Chen Yang felt like an empty-nest old man, but this kind of life was also peaceful. After tidying up, Chen Yang lay on the bamboo chair and looked at the sunset, thinking like this.