Soon, outside the west gate of Azure Cloud City, a thick Bluestone wall with a height of one foot was built around the originally barren river beach, which was divided into twenty spacious stone circles.
Han Yu is leading several craftsmen to install a thick iron fence gate on the largest stone circle.
Lu Chang'an led the team to carry more than eighty Bloodfang Wild Boar into the animal pen and untied the hemp ropes.
As soon as they were untied, these wild boars immediately regained their ferocity, running rampant in the stone circle with red eyes, and slammed their long tusks against the Bluestone wall, making a dull thud.
Some even tried to run out of the stone wall, but were pushed back by the disciples guarding the wall with long wooden sticks.
"We can't keep making trouble like this."
Han Yu patted the rust on his hands and frowned at the wild boars bumping around in the stone circle. "They keep tossing and not only lose weight, but they will kill themselves within three days."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Qinghe led Lin Xiaohe and a dozen medicine hall apprentices, pushing five wheelbarrows and came over.
There were more than a dozen large wooden barrels placed on the wooden cart, which were filled with a dark paste that exuded a strong herbal and sweet aroma of grain.
"Senior Sister Han, Senior Brother Lu, try the Hundred-Herb Calming Feed I just prepared." Gu Qinghe smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He directed the apprentices in the medicine hall to pour the paste in the barrel into the stone trough of the stone circle along the chute outside the stone wall.
Bloodfang Wild Boar, who was frantically hitting the wall, suddenly paused when he smelled the sweet fragrance.
Several extremely hungry wild boars came to the stone trough and started to devour it.
In less than a quarter of an hour, more than eighty wild boars licked the stone trough clean. Then the redness in their eyes gradually receded, and each one snored lazily on the hay pile and fell asleep.
Lu Chang'an was dumbfounded and went over to smell the empty barrel. "Junior brother Gu, did you put the Mongolian sweat medicine in this?"
"It's not the Mongolian sweat medicine. The meat of the Mongolian sweat medicine will become sour."
Gu Qinghe shook his head and patiently explained to the two of them, "We Alchemy Chamber cook Bone Forging Decoction for three thousand disciples every day, and there are still thousands of kilograms of second- and third-level waste medicinal residues left. In the past, these medicinal residues were all thrown away as garbage, but in fact there are still 20% of vegetation and vitality left in it."
"I asked people to chop these waste medicine residues into small pieces, mix them with ground semolina bran, sweet potato vines, and add the common grass 'Yejiao' that grows all over the mountains and plains, and cook them together into a paste."
"Eating Bloodfang Wild Boar can not only make up for Qi and Blood's rapid weight gain, but also the night-blooming vine can calm their nerves and temper their manic tempers."
Gu Qinghe said, thinking about it in his mind, and continued, "Not only that, these more than 80 wild boars, plus those caught later, can produce thousands of kilograms of pig manure every day."
"The pig manure is fermented and transported to the wasteland in the south of the city and the medicinal fields of Inner City to be used as fertilizer. The yield of grain and blood ginseng can be increased by at least 30%."
"The grain and blood ginseng are harvested for the disciples to eat and make medicine, and the remaining medicine residue is fed to the pigs. In this way, we Martial Sect don't have to spend a Spirit Stone to buy it from outside, and we can completely turn this road around."
After listening, Han Yu and Lu Chang'an looked at each other with admiration in their eyes.
Han Yu hugged Gu Qinghe seriously and said, "Qinghe, it's fortunate that Master left you in the sect. If Lu Chang'an and I were to rely on ourselves, we would never be able to come up with such a sophisticated method in our lifetimes except leading my fellow disciples into the mountains to cut them hard."
Gu Qinghe smiled and felt very at ease.
In the past, he was cultivating Aristocratic Clan Gu Household. Because Spirit Root was not the top, he was looked down upon every day, and all the elixirs he refined were stolen by his clan brothers.
After arriving at the Eternal Life Martial Sect, although he was doing the work of preparing feed for wild boars and making medicinal soup for mortals, his two senior brothers and sisters obeyed his words, and the entire sect respected him. This feeling of being needed and recognized by others made him very motivated.
"Okay, the animal pen has been built, and the wild boar has behaved. It's been a hard day in the mountains today, so we have to reward ourselves!"
Lu Chang'an pointed at a dead wild boar weighing 400 kilograms that was thrown outside the stone circle - it broke free from the rope and hit the stone on its own just now.
In the evening of that day, a fire was lit in the small open space in Star-Picking Tower's backyard.
Lu Chang'an took matters into his own hands, skinned and gutted the dead wild boar, picked out the tenderest pork back meat and two large fanned pork ribs, and placed them on an iron rack and slowly roasted them over fruit charcoal.
While turning the iron rack, he sprinkled Bitter Water Lake's freshly extracted fine salt and cumin spices on the sizzling and oily pork.
Before long, the rich aroma of barbecue filled the entire yard.
Lu Chang'an tore off a pork hind leg that was roasted golden and oily, handed it to Han Yu and handed another one to Han Yu. He said provocatively, "Senior sister, back then you robbed me of half a bun in the ruined temple. Today we are competing to see who eats more! The loser will help Li Meng wash the smelly undershirts of all the disciples tomorrow!"
"It's a competition, who's afraid of whom?" Han Yu took the pork leg without politeness and took a big bite.
Bloodfang Wild Boar is worthy of being the second-level Demon Beast. The meat is firm and springy. One bite will fill your mouth with meat juice. After swallowing it, it immediately turns into a stream of warm Qi and Blood and spreads to the limbs.
The two of them had no image of being masters of the sect. They squatted by the fire and devoured the two large pig legs in no time, leaving only the bones. Their eyes were fixed on the most fragrant pork ribs that were roasted on the iron grill and brushed with three layers of wild honey.
"I flipped this rib and cooked it. It belongs to me!" Lu Chang'an reached out to grab it.
"I chopped the firewood, it belongs to me!" Han Yu patted the back of Lu Chang'an's hand with a chopstick.
Just when the two were arguing, a slender white hand stretched out from the side, steadily picked up the iron plate, and took away the entire grilled ribs.
Han Yu and Lu Chang'an were stunned at the same time. They turned around and saw that Su Yueli came over at some point and was walking towards the rocking chair with an iron plate.
Su Yueli tore off a rib, took a bite, and commented without looking back. "The outer skin is a bit burnt, and the heat inside is still a little short of two points. Lu Chang'an, use the back of a knife to loosen the meat before grilling it next time, and brush it with honey earlier."
After saying that, Su Yueli slowly walked up to the second floor of Star-Picking Tower carrying a plate.
Looking at the night sky, I was suddenly enlightened.
Now there are thousands of disciples, and they practice on their own and are self-sufficient.
This gave her a long-lost sense of accomplishment in farming.
The corners of his lips could not help but rise slightly.
At the same time, Lu Chang'an looked at the empty iron frame, opened his mouth, and after holding it in for a long time, he only dared to whisper in a low voice, "Master clearly said that he Grain Avoidance doesn't need to eat..."
Han Yu threw away the chopsticks and snorted, "You ate two front legs, and I only ate one back leg. You lose, go do the laundry tomorrow!"
While the two were making a fuss, Zhou Tie from the Qi Hall limped into the backyard with an ashen face, knelt on the ground on one knee and said urgently, "Senior Sister Han, Senior Brother Lu, it's not good!"
"The Bailian Refined Iron in the Qitang warehouse has been completely used up! The one thousand newly recruited disciples now don't even have a decent iron knife in their hands, they can only practice with wooden sticks, and the heavy crossbow arrows on the city wall are also missing five hundred arrows!"
Han Yu and Lu Chang'an immediately put away their jokes and stood up.
"How could it be used so quickly?"
Lu Chang'an wiped the grease stains from his mouth, frowned and asked, "Didn't you just recycle all the eight hundred pieces of repair Immortal Dao confiscated military scrap armor last month?"
Zhou Tie said with a grimace, "Senior Brother, although those Dao Soldiers armors are beautiful, they are mixed with too much light spiritual mithril and are too light in weight. They are not suitable for us Martial Sect disciples at all."
And... according to the rules set by Master, Second Realm disciple's standard heavy sword weighs at least sixty kilograms, Third Realm disciple's armor-piercing heavy spear weighs one hundred and twenty kilograms, and a pig iron heavy shield costs two hundred kilograms!
The scrap iron that was recycled was completely exhausted after being hit with 300 shields and 500 heavy knives.
Now the stoves in the Qi Hall are almost out, and the blacksmiths are all waiting for the rice to be cooked!
Han Yu made a calculation in his mind.
Eternal Life Martial Sect If you don't practice Law Technique, the disciples go into battle and fight, relying on their strong bones and the heavy soldiers and armor in their hands.
If we don't even have the weapons, if the Immortal Cultivating Sects from the surrounding states turn against us and attack, are we going to let the junior disciples pick up Flying Sword with their bare hands?
"Have all the iron shops and discarded iron tools in the city been collected?" Han Yu asked.
"We have collected them all. Even the iron railings in the previous City Lord's Mansion prison were dismantled and refurbished. There is still a difference of at least 100,000 kilograms Refined Iron." Zhou Tie sighed.
Han Yu looked at the lighted window on the second floor of Star-Picking Tower and said in a deep voice, "Let the blacksmiths have a good night's rest tonight. I will go to the master early tomorrow morning to ask for instructions to reopen the old hematite mine in the north of the city that has been abandoned for five years."
As soon as the problem of meat was solved, the gap of iron material appeared again.