"The bad news is that all hog prices are going down. Because all the tribes began to raise pigs on a large scale, everyone was tired of eating that kind of white and flowery fat. ”

The bad news of Shangjiawei made the vast majority of people in Tianshui Village happy, except for the group of old girls from the Guo Yang family who were blue-faced.

"Why didn't Wang Hai come?" One of Guo Yang's aunts asked Shangjiawei loudly.

"He's dead." Shangjia said with an ugly face.

"Why should he die!" Guo Yang's fifteen aunts cried like they had lost their love.

"Shangjiawei, what is the good news you are talking about?" The people of Tianshui Village are all born with a heart of stone, and the fifteen beautiful old girls cry together, for them it is as simple as fifteen ewes suddenly becoming pregnant, and it may be a good thing.

"The good news is that the price of grain has risen, sorghum, grain, millet, wheat, all have increased."

As soon as Shang Jiawei's words fell, the farmers in Tianshui Village jumped up happily.

Even one of the very old peasants, so blinded by the sudden good news, jumped up and slammed into an arm-thick branch.

……

Pork fell, and grain rose, which hit Guo Yang's family hard.

Fifteen old girls, Guo Yang's group of aunts, hugged their heads and cried because they heard the news of Wang Hai's death.

But they soon picked themselves up, and with more energy than before, they carefully raised the countless pigs.

Guo Yang sometimes looks up in the midst of his busy research, and the good news and bad news brought by the birds are all bad news for him.

As the number of pigs multiplied, so did the food needed, which was undoubtedly exacerbated.

"The time has come for those who do not work for nothing."

When Guo Yang visited his grandfather Guo Ma many years later, he was stunned by the young man in front of him who resembled him.

In Guo Yang's impression, his grandfather Guo Ma was too old to look up at the starry sky or indulge in reading.

But the young man in front of him has undoubtedly entered another time and space, and coincided with the time and space of the present.

Guo Yang had been in his grandfather Guo Ma's roofless stone house for a long time, and there was too little to talk about between them. It can even be said that his grandfather Guo Ma has already become an existence in another world.

Still, he patiently listened to the teachings for several days and nights.

"The time has come for those who do not work for nothing."

Every conversation, grandfather Guo Ma would use this sentence as a summary.

"So, what about God?" Guo Yang finally couldn't help it, he muttered, and got up to say goodbye.

Grandfather Guo Ma looked up to his radiant face and let the starlight spread evenly on his face, looking like a clean stone.

Guo Yang looked at that face in surprise, and in a trance, he actually had an illusion, as if there was a mirror in front of him, and he saw himself repeatedly.

……

Guo Yang returned to the stone warehouse, quickly designed a set of smelting equipment, and immediately entered the experimental stage.

He instructed one of the fifteen aunts, and Guo Yang himself couldn't figure out which aunts were the first ones, so he helped him get a pig and send it over.

Without hesitation, Guo Yang's aunt walked into the pigsty, carrying a javelin that men only used for hunting or dueling.

The javelin was made from the trunk of a tree called Gangsun wood in the forest, and it was harder than bronze.

When the pigs saw her come in, they all gathered around her affectionately, rubbing her legs with their long, wet mouths, trembling with excitement, and their little curved tails clamped tightly between the two thick hind legs.

The old girl spotted one of the fattest pigs, pointed her javelin at its head, and thrust it hard.

The pig didn't snort, but fell to the ground, convulsed for a while, and died.

The other pigs were frightened, shivered, and slowly retreated some distance.

Guo Yang's aunt carried the dead pig with a javelin and walked into the stone warehouse without changing her face.

A red stain of blood ticked, followed her, and passed through most of the Tianshui Village.

Guo Yang looked at the dead pig with satisfaction, and began to clumsily dissect it, filling a large table with various organs that were still steaming.

Like a researcher, he kept smelling the different organs and sticking out his tongue to lick them separately.

Guo Yang's aunt couldn't help but lick it when she looked at him, and the blood stained half of her face.

"Sweet and sour." The aunt licked her lips and walked away like a wild cat.

……

Guo Yang is unwilling to admit his decision-making mistakes, and he wants to make amends.

Their tall chimney was smoking again, and there was a smell of burnt scalps.

The people of Tianshuizhai liked this taste, and they ran out of the stone house one after another, swallowing it in a big gulp, with a look of intoxication on their faces.

Later, in order to better swallow this strange smell, the people of Tianshuizhai simply built some beds outside with wood, so that the blue-gray smoke coming out of the chimney soaked them all day and night.

This went on for many days.

Because the people of Tianshuizhai did not have an accurate concept of time, many years later, some sporadic records of the people of Tianshuizhai believed that the process of refining sesame oil by Guo Yang lasted for a full hundred years.

Guo Yang refined a pig into three things: sesame oil, smelt and bacon.

He used the results of his research over the years, and his increasing proficiency in alchemy, to finally turn one food into another.

"This is the second greatest invention in the history of mankind after alchemy." Grandfather Guo Ma, who began to get a little old for the second time, muttered.

In fact, Guo Yang's whimsical idea in the predicament has indeed become a big deal. To this end, Guo Yang solemnly carved a line of text on the back of an ancient tortoise shell.

However, due to the thick branches and leaves of the Tianshui Zhai people, the tortoise shell was later lost.

To celebrate his success, Guo Yang had his fifteen aunts slaughter 300 pigs and refine them around the clock to make them a food that could be stored for a long time, easily transported, and tasted better.

He took out all the sesame oil, smelt and bacon for the people of Tianshuizhai to taste and share the joy brought by this great invention.

The celebration began on the first day of a winter and lasted for eighty-one days.

On that day, the sun happened to pass through the yellow line marked 225 in his grandfather Guo Ma's starry sky map.

All the people of Tianshuizhai ate and slept, slept and ate, and their weight increased rapidly every day, causing many people's animal skins to be broken.

The women were so busy that they had to keep sewing and mending the broken animal skins, and they also had to go to Guo Yang's house to help. Under the guidance of Guo Yang's fifteen aunts, they refined a thousand pigs into sesame oil, squirrel and bacon.

……

All kinds of birds that have not appeared for many years, following the smell of sesame oil, returned to Tianshui Village, flocks of birds, flying over people's heads.

Someone picked up a oriole feather and shouted in surprise: "Look, what treasure have I picked up?" ”

At that time, the young man with acne-covered face was tilting his neck up, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

A feather fluttered down from the depths of the sky and smashed into his head, startling him.

"Fool, that's a revelation from God!"

An old man who was born in the long rainy season and has now become the oldest in Tianshui Village muttered, his face full of melancholy.

He was saddened by the ignorance of the young people in Tianshui Village.