Chapter 106: Commentary on Farming

The next day, early in the morning, Wang Baoshan got up early, washed the pot and boiled water, and began to prepare breakfast for his adoptive father Wang Yi.

He planned to go to the mountains, picked a little wild vegetables and came back, and prepared to cook some wild vegetable porridge to eat.

At this time, outside the thatched hut, birds are crying softly, and the morning breeze is gentle. The morning dew stains the earth, making the air moist and fresh.

"Huh......"

When he was looking for wild vegetables, Wang Baoshan inadvertently raised his head and glanced at a forest on Baoshan, and the whole person couldn't help but be stunned.

He found that yesterday these trees were still full of green, and it was strange how after one night, they became a little yellow.

"From now on, this treasure mountain cannot be called a treasure mountain, it will become a barren mountain......

Adoptive father Wang Yi's words, at this moment, seemed to float in his ears again, and he realized that those might be true!

"Uncle, are you awake?"

It wasn't until the third pole of the sun that Wang Yi woke up. Wang Baoshan knew his temperament very well, so in the process of being busy, he didn't bother him to sleep.

"Let's eat!" Wang Yi saw that he had made breakfast and was waiting for him, so he didn't say much, and beckoned him.

"Good ......"

Wang Baoshan happily agreed, and hurriedly went to serve Wang Yi a bowl of wild vegetable porridge.

Wang Yi is not pretentious, he will eat it when he takes it.

"Let's go... Let's ......."

The two of them, drinking wild vegetable porridge, did not speak, you have a bowl, I have a bowl, eating and drinking is unusually comfortable.

This scene, like more than ten years ago, although there is not too much conversation, but it is plain, with a little bit of homely warmth, and a simple family flavor in simplicity.

After breakfast, Wang Yi proposed to set off for a long journey.

Wang Baoshan didn't say anything to keep it, but just prepared for him to use things on the road, just like the scene back then, he sent Wang Yi out of the thatched hut and followed him to the distant road.

"Here it is, you have to walk your own way......

When they were about to reach the end of Baoshan, Wang Yi opened his mouth first, signaling that Wang Baoshan didn't need to send it anymore.

"Yes..."

At this moment, Wang Baoshan, who had traveled all the way, wanted to say a thousand words to his adoptive father, but at this time, he only said the word "yes".

However, the emotions contained in this word are as heavy as mountains, and it is difficult for him to speak.

Wang Yi nodded at him, indicating that he understood in his heart, and then turned around to leave.

"Uncle, I don't know what to say, I wish you and your family safety!" Wang Baoshan saw that he was about to leave, and hurriedly squeezed out a little smile, which was a gift to his adoptive father.

"Well... Well..."

Wang Yi didn't look back, just left.

"All seasons are for my use!"

With his words, like incantations, the dust settled.

His figure also turned into an afterimage like a gust of wind, and flew towards the east......

Wang Baoshan looked at him, like a gust of wind, flew into the distance, and for a while, he was dumbfounded.

He stood there for a long time before he came back to his senses.

"No wonder Uncle, like them, has always come and gone without a trace, and some of the practices are even more confusing, it turns out that he is also a cultivator!"

Forget about these, what he can't figure out is the people in the cultivation world, is it all like this?

Judging from the various supernatural powers and strange behaviors of the cultivators he knew, it seemed that this was the case, and it was no wonder that he couldn't figure it out.

After a while, when it was almost noon, Wang Baoshan cleaned up his mood and went back to his thatched hut.

Now that his adoptive father is gone, he is the only one left, which makes him suddenly feel a little lonely.

"Yes, you still have to go your own way!"

Thinking of this sentence, he stopped thinking about it, and in the thatched hut, he took out the "Farming Annotation" given to him by Wang Yi and read it.

When he saw it, he saw the night, just like when he first read the book "The Royal Road", if it wasn't for the stomach growling, he wouldn't stop.

Moreover, in the process of reading the book, the jet-black bead on his forehead appeared again.

It's as if it were his third eye, accompanying him and reading the contents of the book together.

It's just that as in the past, he still doesn't know about it.

And in this half-day effort, he actually turned over most of the pages, and he did not feel uncomfortable, but felt more and more energetic the more he looked at it.

I don't know if the charm of this book is too great, or the jet-black bead is working, and it can make him more and more energetic the more he reads it.

By looking through this "Commentary on Farming", Wang Baoshan found that inside it, the land was all about farming.

For example, the book says: There are four seasons in a year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, which are divided into 24 solar terms, and in each season, there will be different weather conditions.

It also introduces in detail the relationship between seasons, climates, and different soils and different crops, emphasizing the need to adapt measures to local conditions.

Only in this way will the cultivated crops conform to the favorable time and place, and will they grow, and a lot of good grain will come out......

After understanding this knowledge, Wang Baoshan's empty head also became active, and it was no longer as muddy as before.

It's still the same old saying, reading more books is still helpful!

With this knowledge, he was able to help more people by teaching them to observe the climate and grow different crops, so that they could get out of hunger and not have to flee the famine.

Because according to his life in the village for so many years, he found that the villagers were just blindly cultivating according to the methods given by the landlords.

It is not as mentioned in this "Commentary on Farming" that the rational use of land has led to the poor harvest of crops in many fields, and the harvest is low almost every year.

Therefore, the people in the village have to run out every year to escape the famine.

He didn't know if it was the same for other villages besides their village. But judging from the number of deserters who have appeared every year in the past, it should be about the same.

The thought of helping others, or himself, and no longer starving, Wang Baoshan couldn't be happier in his heart.

Seeing that it was getting dark, he casually made something to eat, which was considered dinner.

After eating, he had a bunch of matches for lighting, and he planned to read it at night, ready to read this book, which was stained with his adoptive father Wang Yi, and spent so many years of painstaking efforts to collect and sort out the "Farming Annotations".

This night, it seemed destined that Wang Baoshan would be sleepless, until the next day, when he was reluctant, under the side effects of hunger and thirst, he put down the book in his hand, touched his stomach, and prepared something to eat.

Everything seems to have returned to a few months ago, his life in the mountains behind the house in Black Wind Ridge, calm and comfortable.

In addition to reading, he still reads books, and when he is hungry, he makes something to eat. Fortunately, his adoptive father, Wang Yi, left him some ingredients before leaving, so that he would not starve.

Such a day is five days in a flash.

In the past five days, Wang Baoshan has learned a lot of knowledge from the "Commentary on Farming", which makes him feel like he has understood a new world, which has made him have been in a high degree of excitement these days.

And the black bead will also appear silently when he reads the book, and accompany him to watch it.

It's just that Wang Baoshan is unaware of all this.

In fact, in this "Farming Annotation", he read the knowledge about farming three days ago, and it is all relatively hard knowledge, which requires him to pay more attention and operate when cultivating crops slowly in the future.

In the other three days, he found that in this book, Wang Yi also mentioned the method of observing the wind and the detailed explanation of the perception.

These may be the introduction and methods of the path of comprehension that Wang Yi told him that day in the method of cultivation.

"With these similar exercises, I guess I can also become a cultivator!"

Every time he thinks of this, Wang Baoshan can't help but talk to himself.

Coupled with what Wang Yi did and what he said that night, he was very sure in his heart that these might not be things specially arranged for him by his adoptive father Wang Yi.

In the past few days, he often took out the goggles and looked at them carefully, wanting to gain some insights from them.

But every time, he ended up failing, and I don't know if his comprehension ability is too poor, or for other reasons, in short, no matter how he studies, he can't get the point.

It seems that as Wang Yi said, he has to find a place with the eye of the wind and observe the trend of the wind more, maybe he can have a little understanding.

In this regard, he thought about it, and did not feel depressed about it, but would have infinite longing in his heart, if one day, he could be like his adoptive father, he could resist the wind, how incredible it would be!

In this way, almost eight or nine days later, Wang Baoshan stopped reading, and his chaotic thoughts returned to reality.

It's not that he reads books and there are any obstacles, but he feels that everything has just begun, and he can't be in a hurry, so it's better to put this cultivation aside for a while and go back to the Black Wind Ridge first.

Counting the days, it has been almost ten days since he came out, and he still doesn't know what the situation is in the barracks, and he has to go back to see his brothers.

Then, he simply collected the things that could be used in the thatched hut, put all of them into his Soul Purification Ring, and walked towards the village.

Before returning to Heifengling, he still had to go to say hello to Uncle Liu at the head of the village, after all, he was about to leave, and it was still necessary to say goodbye.

When saying goodbye, Wang Baoshan also proposed to Uncle Liu that he should simply move to Heifengling and live a stable life, so why bother starving without a meal in the village.

Uncle Liu was reluctant to give up his thatched hut, and said that the sky was good, and he didn't have his own nest, he was used to this kind of life, and he didn't want to run around.

Wang Baoshan didn't say much about this, and after saying goodbye to Uncle Liu, he walked towards the west of the village.

Out of the village, in front of you is a vast mountainous area, sparsely populated, and there is no fear of being discovered.

Wang Baoshan returned to his heart like an arrow, and he was a little blamed for himself, why did he delay so many days, I think he told Liu Qing and others at the beginning that he could go back in two or three days, but now he is confused, and after more than ten days.

However, he is not arrogant enough that the soldiers in the barracks, if they don't have him, they will not be able to get by, but Wang Baoshan himself is a little apologetic to them.

On the way, he crossed the mountains and mountains, crossed the river with water, and worked hard, he looked at the vast barren mountains and mountains, and his heart was extremely excited, if he could also go against the wind, how good it would be!

You don't have to walk in this vast mountain wilderness, and you can reduce the physical torture.

But although the idea is good, he can't do it, so he can only be afraid and honestly move forward step by step.

In such a long barren mountain land, there are no paths, and Wang Baoshan only relies on his own feet, walking step by step.

When night came, in order to avoid the attack of wild beasts, he found a relatively hidden cave and stayed there, intending to stay overnight, so that he could stay until dawn, and then hurry back to the Black Wind Ridge.

But just as he was lighting the fire and preparing to go to bed, outside the cave where he was, about a mile away, there was a black shadow, like a flying black mist, floating into the distant hills.

The black shadow, flowing and ghostly, floated on the ground, seemingly aimless, but in fact it seemed to be looking for something.

"Quack...... It turns out that here, the running is quite fast, but it makes Lao Tzu easy to find for a while!"

The black shadow, as if it had found what it was looking for, made a cheerful sound, and only listened to the sound, like rotten wood rubbing, unusually ugly.