Becoming a god starting from the weasel

After sitting for a while and drinking most of the hot tea, just as the rain was about to stop and only a layer of mist remained, Chen Yang got up and went to the backyard.

In the backyard, the half-acre plot is no longer as desolate as it was half a month ago. Apart from some wilted radishes and garlic sprouts, the chives are growing very well.

This stuff is very easy to grow, no wonder people in the north use chives as a staple food, it's the wisdom of the ancients.

But the most eye-catching thing in the vegetable garden is the green amaranth. Now the green amaranth has grown to the size of lotus leaves, densely packed together in the field.

If he hadn't been certain that squeezing them together wouldn't cause any problems, Chen Yang would have already considered transplanting them. But looking at these bright green vegetables still covered in water droplets, Chen Yang felt quite content.

Chen Yang casually tore off a leaf and started munching on it. Looking at the thriving vegetable patch, Chen Yang wondered if he should go and collect some bird eggs tonight to make a stir-fry of chives and eggs.

Just as Chen Yang was thinking, a knock sounded at the entrance.

The rusty copper rings on the gate clanged as Niu Shan, his body damp with sweat and rain, panting heavily, a basket of various farm tools on his back, looked hopefully at the gate.

The Black Wind Mountain Range is extremely steep. Although there are many paths, we couldn't find any of the Taoist temples. It took us a whole morning to finally find this place by relying on our memories.

Just as Niu Shan was lost in thought, the door creaked open.

Before him was still the human-like weasel. Upon seeing it, Niu Shan quickly put down his basket, bowed, and said, "Niu Shan pays respects to the Great Immortal Weasel! May the Great Immortal Weasel soon... soon become an immortal!"

Chen Yang found Niu Shan's clumsy flattery amusing and said, "Come in."

Chen Yang just discovered that it seemed that after he had refined Niu Shan's destiny, he could communicate with Niu Shan. This path of seeking a title was indeed miraculous.

Once inside the Taoist temple, Niu Shan was finally able to properly observe the interior. The temple remained old and simple, but now it had gained more vitality and lost some of its decay.

In particular, the neat and solemn statues of the Three Pure Ones in the Sanqing Hall filled Niu Shan with awe. Upon entering the Sanqing Hall, Niu Shan also noticed the bamboo teacups placed on the steps, still steaming, indicating that someone had just been drinking from them.

  

And there's that little red fox sleeping soundly under the statue of the Three Pure Ones. If it weren't for the presence of immortals, how could it sleep so peacefully?

All these strange occurrences made Niu Shan believe in the immortal even more. Then Chen Yang stopped and asked.

"Have you come today to deliver farm tools to this humble Taoist priest?"

Upon hearing this, Niu Shan nodded repeatedly, and then magically produced a number of items from the basket he had taken off.

The first one was an iron hoe, which was a long and thin trapezoid with a wide and flat tip that showed obvious signs of being polished.

Then came the hoe, the sickle, and a few slightly different pieces of iron horn.

Everyone else recognized this thing, but Chen Yang didn't. Niu Shan quickly and respectfully explained, "Perhaps the immortals are skilled in those immortal techniques. This is an iron horn used for wooden plows, which can make those wooden plows more durable."

Niu Shan, seemingly afraid that Chen Yang would be displeased, quickly added, "Perhaps the immortals will be able to drive some beasts in the future, and the wooden plow will cause delays, so I came up with this method."

Then Niu Shan looked down at the farm tools he had made, his anxiety mixed with a lot of reluctance.

A complete set of iron farm tools is something no one in the village has. Perhaps only Uncle Wu's family would have it? It's just that the immortal's body isn't very big. If it weren't for a year of famine, he probably wouldn't have been able to collect that much iron.

The forging of these farm tools was somewhat rough, but the woodworking was impeccable. The wood was of very suitable quality and had been polished to a high degree of smoothness, and was also coated with lacquer.

In particular, the hoe's smooth wooden handle has some irregular grooves, which shows that care was taken to prevent slipping.

Chen Yang was also pleased to see it, after all, a gift is about the thought behind it.

He picked up a sickle and swung it around; its size and weight were just right for him. Chen Yang wasn't stingy: "Come with me, and I'll give you plenty of food today."

"Take your basket with you."

Niu Shan, who had been bowing respectfully and looking somewhat apprehensive as Chen Yang picked up the sickle he had made, suddenly broke into a smile!

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

Chen Yang took a sickle and went to the field ridge, and began to cut. This time, with a sickle, Chen Yang did not pull it up by the roots, but left an extra seven centimeters of stem at the base, so that side shoots could grow after a while.

Chen Yang stopped after harvesting most of the amaranth he had planted and filling the basket with large, emerald-green leaves.

The sickle was quite sharp and easy to use, so I didn't stop for a moment.

Looking at his full basket, Niu Shan felt a sweet warmth in his heart. All the hard work of the past two weeks had been worth it; otherwise, he didn't know how his family would have survived.

After the amaranth leaves were cut, Niu Shan could finally see the situation in the field clearly. The field was wet, with many withered leaves and mud, and the ridges were still red soil. This method was different from their farming methods.

But to be able to cultivate such a spiritual vegetable, perhaps this is the work of the immortals... It's just a pity that there was a severe drought this year, and I wonder if they will have such a good harvest.

This year's rice harvest was more than a month slower than usual due to the severe drought. Even after the harvest, water still had to be drawn into the fields, which are terraced fields on hills, making water diversion extremely inconvenient.

"If only I had the abilities of a celestial being..."

Niu Shan couldn't help but show envy on his face, but then a worried look appeared on his face as he sighed while holding a basket of amaranth.

Niu Shan looked at his fields and sighed, which caught Chen Yang's attention. "Why are you sighing as you look at your fields?"

Chen Yang held the sickle and looked at Niu Shan. Niu Shan dared not hide anything, "I would like to inform you, immortals, that I am sighing over my own meager fields while looking at your spiritual fields."

"There's been a severe drought down the mountain this year. Our area is all farmland, and getting water and getting things to sprout is already difficult enough. Now, after the drought comes the insect plague... I really admire your abilities, sir!"

Niu Shan's words were both a compliment and a complaint, and how could Chen Yang not see through his thoughts? He was afraid that Chen Yang would get tired of him.

Chen Yang also found it amusing, but what Niu Shan said was indeed lamentable. The village at the foot of the Black Wind Mountain Range could only be planted with terraced fields, and terraced fields are a type of terraced field.

Using the current methods, farming on hillsides is indeed a nightmare. Not only is it difficult to get water, but if not controlled properly, the roots can easily rot. Especially with this year's drought, the soil has become hard and dry due to the lack of rain for a long time, and insects such as locusts and aphids will also break out.

Small insects come this year, big locusts come next year, it's just like that.

Perhaps in ancient times, powerful families had a solution, but they kept it hidden. It seems that the villagers of Niushan are unaware of it.

But he knew all this, and considering Niu Shan's efforts today, it wouldn't hurt to offer a few pointers. Chen Yang then smiled and said, "What's so difficult about what you're worried about?"

"Come here, I will tell you a few words, and you will be fine."

Upon hearing this, Niu Shan's eyes widened in surprise! The immortals were about to impart their teachings to him?!