Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Before long, a weasel and a red fox sat on the steps in the backyard of the Taoist temple.

In front of the two was a lotus leaf ball covered in mud, inside which was a half-eaten braised chicken.

Chen Yang took a bite of chicken and a piece of vegetable and put it in his mouth. Although it wasn't as authentic as the chicken he had in his previous life, the taste was still pretty good.

Even more so because of the firm texture of the pheasant meat, the taste is better than in my previous life.

"Weasel, how did you manage to cook this chicken? It tastes so good!"

After Chen Yang and the little red fox finished eating the last piece of chicken breast, the little red fox rubbed its round belly and looked at Chen Yang, asking a question.

"This chicken? You probably can't learn how to make it."

Chen Yang got up, scooped up a ladle of water with a bamboo tube, and drank it as he spoke.

Braised chicken in yellow mud definitely requires a fire, and although this little red fox is somewhat strange, it can't start a fire.

The little red fox also came over, took a sip of water, and adjusted the lotus leaf hat on its head. "What if?"

Chen Yang also sat on the steps, not answering, but asking:

"Now that you're awake, shouldn't you tell me about what happened in the mountains?"

"And what's your name? Where are you from?"

Chen Yang could sense the little red fox's extraordinary nature; perhaps the fox knew more than Niu Shan.

Although he only wanted to farm, it was always good to know more information.

The little red fox nodded in agreement. "That makes sense."

"I don't know what a name is. I ate a small red fruit on the mountain last night and became like this in a daze."

"Little red berries?"

Chen Yang was also curious upon hearing this. If it was a fruit, the plant might still exist, and it was quite remarkable that it could awaken the spirit in this little red fox.

Seeing the change in Chen Yang's attitude, the little red fox stopped talking, but Chen Yang told it to continue.

But after that, we didn't hear any useful information; the little red fox was just an ordinary little fox.

His brothers, sisters, and mother were killed by a pack of wolves, and he, a little fox, escaped alone.

  

He unexpectedly entered a place full of peaches, crossed a pond, and entered a small cave near the pond, where he discovered the red fruits.

At that time, his mind was not yet developed, and he couldn't remember where he was at all.

Chen Yang, however, did not show any emotional fluctuation. He was fortunate to have it and destined to lose it. In any case, he had the Hun Tian Pearl, so he could just focus on farming, utilizing the effects of the spiritual liquid, and quietly cultivate.

After recounting his story, the little red fox, whose belly had been round from eating, visibly became much more disappointed.

But after a while, the little red fox started laughing again and chased a butterfly into the weeds in the distance of the backyard.

Chen Yang couldn't help but smile wryly; compared to humans, these mountain spirits were far more carefree.

"The little red fox might bring more life to the Taoist temple," Chen Yang thought.

"Alright, move around less. Your injury isn't fully healed yet."

But just as Chen Yang finished giving instructions and was cleaning up the muddy lotus leaves, the little red fox disappeared again.

"Well, it's good to make a fuss sometimes."

Chen Yang glanced at the sun in the sky. It was already afternoon, and the sun wasn't so strong anymore. He should get back to work.

He has a lot to do this month. When Chen Yang was spreading silt in the morning, he discovered something: although the amaranth grew quickly after using the spiritual liquid, the soil's fertility was also greatly reduced.

He dug up the soil around the roots of some amaranth plants and found that the soil had turned white from its original reddish-brown color, which was a sign of nutrient loss. It seemed that the plants also needed to draw nutrients to grow.

"The elixir is not a one-time solution; the farming plan still requires effort."

There's still a month left. I can burn some wood ash, and then find some withered branches, fallen leaves, and rotten fruit to bury in the ground. That should be enough time.

Moreover, Chen Yang doesn't just plan to grow vegetables; he might also find some ginseng and lingzhi to grow later.

"But the tools are also a problem; this wooden hoe is still too awkward to use."

As Chen Yang shouldered the wooden hoe and carried the small bamboo tube, he thought to himself, "This is what I'm thinking."

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Half a month passed in this way until it rained on the sixteenth day, when Chen Yang finally had some free time and rested in the Sanqing Hall early in the morning.

These past few days, Chen Yang has been getting up early to do his morning exercises, digging silt to fertilize the fields, and observing the changes in the amaranth. But with the help of the little red fox, things have become much easier for Chen Yang.

Every day, the little red fox would go out and wander around wearing a lotus leaf hat, so Chen Yang would ask it to help him find some other wild vegetables.

Chen Yang was busy fertilizing the fields and didn't have time to work, but the little red fox found it fun and helped Chen Yang find a lot of wild vegetables in the past two weeks.

During this period, Chen Yang not only fertilized the fields, but also filled the original half-acre of land with crops.

Wild radishes, wild chives, and some wild ginger and wild onions for seasoning have enriched the fields considerably, but without the irrigation of spiritual liquid, they are just ordinary vegetables.

In addition, the little red fox often brought back meat, and Chen Yang also enjoyed the food.

Looking down at his lower abdomen, where sixteen strands of spiritual energy had gathered, Chen Yang couldn't help but smile.

"Farming during the day and cultivating at night, these days have been quite fulfilling."

Moreover, Chen Yang has also discovered the wonderful use of spiritual energy in the past few days, which is that it can make his body stronger.

This is why Chen Yang has been able to do so much work during the day these past few days. However, the tools need to be sorted out as soon as possible, as using wood all the time is not a long-term solution.

In the corner, a wooden hoe broken in two lay quietly. "This hoe needs to be replaced."

Thinking of this, Chen Yang thought of Niu Mountain and wondered how the farming tools the woodcutter had made for him were doing.

Chen Yang didn't know when he would be able to use spiritual power. If not, he could forge it himself.

Although Chen Yang didn't know how, there was one advantage to his previous life: he had some knowledge of all sorts of things, so he could give it a try.

Thinking of this, Chen Yang picked up the bamboo tube containing hot tea that was placed next to him, took a small sip, and enjoyed it.

But just as Chen Yang was waiting for the rain to stop and preparing to check the situation in the fields again...

Behind Chen Yang, a snoring sound came from under the statue of the Three Pure Ones. On the futon, a red fox was sleeping soundly with its head resting on its large tail.

Thanks to the wonders of amaranth, the little red fox's injuries were almost completely healed after half a month. This also allowed Chen Yang to summarize some of the effects of green amaranth being drenched in spiritual liquid.

Being full can heal external injuries, which can be considered a special effect.

During this period, the little red fox has been playing wildly and has not cultivated at night. It still has a wisp of spiritual energy in its body.

The little red fox wouldn't listen to advice and only liked to play, so Chen Yang stopped paying attention to it.

However, the past two weeks have not been without their challenges. Wild vegetables are easy to find, but medicinal herbs are not.

"Perhaps we need to go deeper into the mountains to take a look."

But with his current strength... Chen Yang isn't confident enough yet; he'll consider it another time if the opportunity arises later.

While it was raining in the Black Wind Mountains, the rain had just stopped in the Black Wind Mountain area below.

Niu Shan was packing up iron farm tools that had been coated with lacquer and polished to a shine. Grandma Niu was still a little worried about Niu Shan.

"Silly boy, you'd better be careful going up the mountain this time!"

Niu Shan stuffed the last sickle into the bamboo basket before eating the last small piece of green amaranth root from his home.

Then, smiling, she said, "Don't worry, Mother! I have a great deity protecting me!"

He had been busy with these farm tools lately, which had taken a lot of effort. He had just finished eating the last bit of food today, so he decided to ask the sage for some more.

Although it was raining, without food, it would be difficult to survive until planting and harvesting. After saying goodbye to his wife, Niu Shan carried a basket of farm tools up the mountain.