Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Chen Yang then moved to the sesame shed.

The Ganoderma lucidum shed had been harvested not long ago, so there are no large-scale Ganoderma lucidum plants there now, but there are still a few that are different from the common Ganoderma lucidum growing in the shed.

Three of the four Ganoderma lucidum mushrooms are of high quality, with thick roots and wide caps.

Unlike these three plants, one of them is extremely small and sturdy, and it is still growing.

This was the first Ganoderma lucidum that Chen Yang found several months ago.

Furthermore, with the spores from these four Ganoderma lucidum plants, the quality of the Ganoderma lucidum has indeed improved, and its medicinal efficacy has also increased considerably.

When the time comes to harvest the Huangjing, it will be necessary to cultivate it properly, since the Chizhi Dan is also one of my important cultivation resources.

Finally, there are rice paddies.

The streams have long since dried up in the fields, leaving only ice, but the spirit rice remains completely unaffected, and has even sprouted rice flowers.

The rice blossoms, like white jade, were covered in snow and indistinguishable from the rest of the rice paddies.

Chen Yang had also plucked open a grain of rice to look inside. Although the spirit rice inside was not yet fully grown, it was still somewhat recognizable, completely different from what the little red fox had given him.

Furthermore, the spirit rice given by the little red fox had a visible scarlet tinge, while the spirit rice I grew myself only had pure spiritual energy and no defects whatsoever.

However, there was one thing that Chen Yang was not satisfied with, because after planting the spirit rice, Chen Yang could clearly feel that the spirit rice in his hand was not as spiritual as the blood-colored spirit rice.

Since then, Chen Yang has given these two kinds of spiritual rice names: Blood Spirit Rice and White Corn.

After all, although they are the same species, the plants that grow from different places are very different, hence the two names.

Chen Yang didn't know why the spiritual energy of the rice had dissipated, but he could ask Kong Ling about it tomorrow.

Another day passed, and it was New Year's Day again.

Early in the morning, in Huangni'ao at the foot of the mountain, Niu Shan got up early, changed into a new set of clothes, and came to Huang Changming's house.

At this time, a new thatched hut was built in Niu Shan's courtyard, and Huang Changming lived there.

Niu Shan is now much stronger than he was three months ago, and he's a head taller. When he stands up straight, he can touch the door frame.

He knocked gently on the door and then spoke softly.

"Dad Huang, I've come to wish you a Happy New Year."

An aged voice then came from inside the house.

  

"Open the door."

Niu Shan pushed open the door and saw that Huang Changming had also gotten up early in the morning, but he was wearing a brocade robe.

He took out a red envelope wrapped in red paper from his pocket and handed it to Niu Shan.

Come on, Happy New Year!

Niu Shan dared not refuse and quickly accepted.

Huang Changming then stroked his beard and gestured for Niu Shan to sit down in the room.

"How are things going? How are your preparations for next year?"

Niu Shan nodded: "The fertilizer in the village has been fermented for a long time, and the land has been fertilized for a long time. As long as we plant it next year, the rice will yield at least several hundred kilograms."

If anyone else had said that, Huang Changming would have thought they were just some crazy person bragging, but if it was Niu Shan, he would have believed it.

Huang Changming then nodded: "Alright, as long as you can grow that much rice next year, this village is yours."

Upon hearing this, Niu Shan was immediately filled with trepidation and bowed to Huang Changming, saying, "It's all thanks to your help, Father."

Huang Changming helped Niu Shan up: "You're over thirty years old, and you're still so reckless."

Niu Shan chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Then Huang Changming simply said calmly.

"This has nothing to do with me; you're the one who's capable."

"The tiles on the mountain last year disappeared completely in a short time, leaving no trace."

"The whole village is in an uproar. If it wasn't you who did it, then there really is a mountain god."

Upon hearing this, Niu Shan was taken aback, and couldn't help but think back to this time last year when he was carrying the newborn Shidun up the mountain in the snow.

Seeing Niu Shan in a daze, Huang Changming didn't notice and just shook his head.

"No matter what, this matter will be of great benefit to you."

"Anyway, once it's completed next year, everyone in the village will change their surname to Niu."

Huang Changming was very confident about this, after all, he had taken many young men in the village as his disciples, forming the prototype of the Niujia Village Clan Army.

Those people all had one thing in common: they were absolutely loyal to Niu Shan, and the younger they were, the easier they were to teach.

In their eyes, there's nothing wrong with changing one's surname to Niu; being able to eat one's fill and get married is the greatest good thing.

However… Huang Changming’s voice suddenly turned cold.

"There's a traitor in the village trying to steal the rice. Did you catch him last night?"

Niu Shan nodded when asked this question.

"That man was a rascal in the village. He never liked to work and said he wanted to take the magic rice out to sell to wealthy families."

"Last night I chopped him and his whole family into pieces and offered them to the mountain god."

Niu Shan's tone was icy; he would not allow anyone to leak this information.

Huang Changming nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Go, bring the stone block over, let me give it a squeeze."

Niu Shan nodded, reverting to his simple-minded demeanor, and went out the door.

Inside Yuanchou Temple, Chen Yang unusually did not rush back to his Taoist abode to cultivate immediately after finishing his morning prayers. Instead, he began to process the various foods he had prepared the day before.

After skinning the rabbit clean and marinating it for a while, it was cut into sections and then stir-fried in a wok.

After stir-frying, add monkey wine and simmer. Finally, sprinkle with wild scallions, and the braised rabbit is done. Put it into a wooden bucket and keep it warm in the stove next to it.

Then he started preparing other ingredients, such as braised chicken and roasted meat, which Chen Yang personally took care of early in the morning.

This year's Spring Festival was different from last year's; Chen Yang is now able to handle these things on his own.

Just as Chen Yang was warming up the monkey wine, a strange phenomenon occurred within the Hun Tian Pearl in his abdomen, indicating the birth of spiritual liquid.

Chen Yang was initially a little worried, but once he got busy, he couldn't worry about that anymore.

Black Hair and Kong Ling haven't arrived yet, so I can go to the backyard and take the Vermilion Fruit first.

After washing his hands in cold water, Chen Yang went to the backyard.

A wooden bucket had already been placed in the backyard, which Chen Yang had put there that morning. It was now slightly covered with ice crystals, but Chen Yang didn't care and dripped the spiritual liquid into it.

Chen Yang then poured most of the spiritual liquid onto the Solomon's Seal, and then parted the thick green amaranth leaves to come to the plant with the dazzling vermilion fruit hanging from it.

The snow falls sometimes and the fruit is sometimes, and now it's just right.

The remaining spiritual liquid was carefully sprinkled onto the roots and stems of the Vermilion Fruit plant, and the Vermilion Fruit quickly began to change.

As the spiritual liquid was poured in, the Vermilion Fruit became even more dazzling. The flames on it were like a basket of red-hot coals being added to a furnace fire, and it burst into flames. However, upon closer inspection, it was just a red glow.

Just then, a cold wind blew by, and the fiery red fruit gently fell into the snow.

The vermilion fruit was as red as a tassel, and just looking at it made one's mouth water. A light, ethereal fruity fragrance then entered Chen Yang's nostrils.

Chen Yang then picked up the Vermilion Fruit and held it in his hand, where he felt a faint warmth in his palm.