Lotus Hooks Hanging Upside Down, Stormy Waves Crash Against the Shore (3/10)
Although his two older sisters told him not to go back to his room, they were just saying it in anger.
Wu Chu even took this opportunity to have two women on his left and two on his right, because the kind-hearted Dijiang had done him a favor by arranging a private room for the three of them!
Miss Houtu, being sensible, didn't want to be laughed at by 'outsiders,' so she ultimately let him in. Then, another night of wind and rain passed without clear skies.
Although it wasn't on Purple Jade Mountain, Wu Chu threw out several array flags, and a soundproof defensive array instantly enveloped the room.
Later, he claimed to have gained some understanding of the Dao of Yin Yang principle to aid in body refinement and wanted to practice body refinement with the young lady, but was firmly rejected by the shy young lady.
After all, there was an old fox lurking nearby, watching her intently! But this shameless old fox, seeing her refusal, volunteered to test the waters himself.
Before long, the air was filled with the fragrance of orchids, the nine-tailed foxes were magnificent, the golden wind and jade dew met, and the beautiful woman whispered softly... She was so embarrassed that she wanted to escape, but the two of them joined forces to counterattack her.
For a time, justice had nowhere to be served, and all that remained was to succumb to the clutches of evil.
The demon's claws lashed out repeatedly, scattering pearls of all sizes onto a jade plate. Amidst the fluttering of flowing robes and flowing black hair, lotus hooks hung upside down, and the crashing waves surged against the shore, churning up thousands of piles of snow.
Lying awake at night, I listen to the wind and rain, and together we trim the candle by the west window.
The next morning, the sun rose high in the sky.
Wu Chu looked around, the beautiful woman in his arms with her hair loose, like a woman sleeping soundly in spring. In his moment of triumph, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left and right ribs.
The young woman squinted and gave him a slight reproach, as if punishing him for his reckless and rude behavior the night before.
That's understandable, but what about the other side?
He turned to look at the Fox Ancestress, who was winking at him with her beautiful eyes, as if to say: I need to keep up with my sister! Just bear with it!
Wu Chu gazed silently at the sky, only able to resist the pain of the present moment by reminiscing about the beauty of the previous night.
"What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for each other? Like birds flying together across the vast sky, their old wings have weathered countless seasons. Joyful reunions, bitter partings, and among them, even more devoted lovers..."
Such a mournful and plaintive low singing is truly heartbreaking to hear and brings tears to the eyes of listeners, instantly relieving the pain in my waist.
The young woman gazed at him silently, her eyes brimming with tears.
Wu Chu was just about to take this opportunity to say some sweet words to his wives to make them happy when the formation outside the room started to shake.
"Brother A Chu, are you up yet?"
As the formation was removed, Dijiang's voice could be heard from outside.
"You've risen, brother. What is it?"
As Wu Chu spoke, he opened the door to the side room and went out. Qingqiu Li and Houtu, already dressed, followed him out and greeted Dijiang.
"A shaman in the tribe wants to ask Brother A Chu some questions about farming. Go and answer them." Dijiang scratched his head. "We're still figuring things out, but since you're here, we can just ask you."
Wu Chu wanted to say, "I haven't farmed for hundreds of thousands of years. Asking those Little Flower Fairies would be more like it." However, Wu Chu was too embarrassed to say that. After all, as the master of Purple Jade Mountain, and with these things originating from Purple Jade Mountain, how could he not know how?
Even with a heavy heart, Wu Chu had to take a look first.
The farmland of the Dijiang Tribe is located outside the tribe, because the valley is too large to be enclosed with giant trees.
Therefore, patrol teams are always on duty to prevent crops from being destroyed by wild animals.
In June, the coolness of the mornings has gradually been replaced by the heat.
Wu Chu was chewing on the breakfast cake that Little Moon Spirit had made for him, holding a cup of cold coconut milk tea in one hand. Looking at the Five-Colored Rice and listening to the various insect chirps coming from the fields, he felt as if he were walking along a country lane.
The Five-Colored Rice plants are very tall. They are already up to the chest height of Wu Chu even before they have reached maturity. When they are fully grown, they can grow to be more than a person tall.
Of course, the rice grains are also quite large.
Beside this field of Five-Colored Rice, there is a rather large pond where lotus flowers and fish are raised. Along the pond, in a dozen long rows of fields, Fish Beans are planted.
Next to it, there was a field of Wheat.
Further beyond the Wheat fields lay a Sugarcane, and behind Sugarcane, the land began to slope, with an orchard planted on the hillside.
At this time, men and women of the Witch Clan were already working on this vast land.
On a hillside further away, a patrol team stood looking out.
Wu Chu, Houtu, and Dijiang walked at the front, while several Little Flower Fairies floated in the fields behind them, looking around and searching for various questions.
Although these little Little Flower Fairies are Little Chef in the cook team, they were also hardworking Little Flower Fairies who had worked in the fields before, and they knew more about farming than Wu Chu.
Qingqiu Li, the Little Fox, and Little Moon Spirit did not follow; they were neither good at nor interested in such matters.
Dijiang pointed to the rice paddies and said, "Every year around this time, many pests appear in the fields, often reducing the harvest. We lead the tribal shamans in trying every possible way to get rid of them, but the effect is not significant. I always have to take action myself, which is really a hassle for the shamans."
The Witch Clan does not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, so they are generally not very good at utilizing their Divine Sense and cannot easily use their Primordial Spirit to remove pests from these crops like other living beings.
It's like asking a brute to swing a hammer—easy, but asking him to thread a needle is a different story. Asking Zhang Fei to embroider a flower would drive him crazy!
However, as Ancestral Witch, Dijiang still had some ability to utilize his Primordial Spirit.
It would be a disgrace to the Ancestral Witch to send her to the fields to kill insects!
It is estimated that other tribes also face this problem, except for the Houtu Tribe.
Houtu then said, "Brother, why didn't you say so sooner? Getting rid of the insects isn't difficult at all. Just raise some fish in the fields. A Chu said they're called rice paddy fish."
Dijiang shook his head and said, "It's not entirely due to pests. If it were just pests, I could find a way to solve the problem. But many times, we can't find the cause. It's just that our Witch Clan doesn't rely entirely on these Five-Colored Rice varieties for a living, otherwise it would be quite difficult!"
As they were talking, the group arrived at a field. In this rice paddy, many of the Five-Colored Rice had become diseased, and the Little Flower Fairies immediately understood what was going on.
Wu Chu understood, because he was the one who told the Little Flower Fairies about the diseases that could occur during the rice's growth! As for how to treat them, it was actually quite simple.
Although there are no pesticides, there is spiritual power!
This world has no shortage of spiritual energy, and we can also infuse the rice with the wood spirit energy from the outside world to enhance the plant's resistance.
Of course, only those Little Flower Fairies who can easily control the wood elemental energy would do that.
Speaking of which, these Little Flower Fairies are indeed quite skilled at farming.
But to get a shaman from the Witch Clan to do this, probably only the Wood Ancestral Witch, Jumang, would do it.