I will teach you how to cultivate immortality

Chapter 91 Son of the Mountain God (35)

Three years ago, Li Boyang separated the Hundred Mountains from the territory of the Ghost Fang Kingdom with a single sword strike.

The entire region then experienced an unprecedented period of prosperity.

First, the escaped slaves arrived at the Hundred Mountains, and then other mountain villages nearby followed suit.

In just three years, the number of mountain dwellers in the entire Hundred Mountains has more than doubled, and the number of spirits choosing to live here has also increased significantly.

Even some mountain gods and river gods have silently extended the ley lines and streams under their jurisdiction slightly towards the direction of the Hundred Mountains.

In this context, although Lijia Village was not the epicenter of this "migration storm," it did indeed attract a considerable number of outsiders.

At Li Boyang's suggestion, and with the old village chief and Li Yu's forceful implementation...

Lijia Village has successfully expanded from a small village with only a dozen or so households and a single surname into a town with nearly a hundred households.

Along with the expansion of the population, the terraced fields reclaimed around Lijia Village also expanded.

Leaving aside those lands that are truly undevelopable.

Lijia Village has successfully expanded its rice planting area more than tenfold.

Looking into the distance, one can see terraced fields stretching from the village entrance into the depths of the mountains, like golden ribbons winding among the green hills.

Standing on high ground and looking into the distance, the golden waves of rice rise and fall, like a golden ocean rolling and surging.

If you look closer, you'll find that each stalk of rice in those waves is full of plump grains and golden in color.

Under the sunlight, they resemble grains of gold in the fields, giving people a unique sense of beauty.

"No matter how many times I come here, this scene is always unforgettable!"

Walking on the paved road, a middle-aged man with a slightly weathered face remarked with emotion.

Beside this middle-aged man, Xiao'e, who had officially inherited the old woman's "shaman" identity, nervously looked around.

Only after confirming that Li Jingshu, who liked to tease her, was not nearby, did she pretend to be calm and start talking to the middle-aged man.

"Indeed, the scenery here changes dramatically every year."

“I remember when I came here last year, they hadn’t yet set aside land specifically for growing other crops.”

Following the direction Xiao'e pointed, the middle-aged man then saw that amidst the golden waves of rice, there were actually some plots of land that had been specially designated.

The land wasn't planted with rice paddies, but with some plants that middle-aged people had never seen before.

What are those?

"Were they also designated at the request of the 'Son of the Mountain God'?"

The "son of the mountain god" mentioned by the middle-aged people naturally refers to Li Boyang.

As he grew older, Li Boyang's divinely ordained identity was no secret to those who were interested.

However, outsiders like middle-aged people dare not call him "Red Boy" or "Crybaby" directly.

The somewhat respectful title "Son of the Mountain God" naturally became Li Boyang's alternative name to outsiders.

"Yes, it seems he has found some good seeds and plans to try planting them in those fields."

If it were anyone else, such a waste of fertile land would certainly not have been approved by the village.

Unfortunately, it was Li Boyang who proposed this approach.

He was the "son of the mountain god" who brought the village six or seven years of prosperity and stability.

Not to mention the villagers of Lijia Village, even outsiders would wholeheartedly follow this decision.

At most, they would complain privately, thinking that Li Boyang was really good at making trouble, but they would never question his actions.

After all, everyone knows that if Li Boyang hadn't proposed forming "production brigades" to accept these outsiders, they would never have the prosperous and stable life they enjoy today. "What are those superior seeds?"

A glint of light involuntarily flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he even lowered his voice slightly when he asked the question.

"I heard it's something like rapeseed flowers, soybeans, flax, sugarcane, and watermelons..."

"I haven't seen them in person, but I know that their planting methods and soil requirements are all different."

Xiao'e paused slightly at this point.

"If your village also plans to grow these things..."

"I can only say that the risks are too high, and it's not something you can touch for the time being."

"On the contrary, your village could try planting some of the yams and herbs that have already been confirmed to be suitable for mass cultivation."

"In the future, if anyone in the village gets sick, they won't need to go to those unscrupulous quack doctors anymore."

Upon hearing Xiao'e's words, the middle-aged man immediately understood.

My own village is still struggling to make ends meet, so we have no right to dream of anything more.

"No, our village isn't big, and our population isn't large either. Let's focus on rice cultivation for now!"

"At the very least, it can guarantee that we won't starve to death this year..."

He murmured to himself, his expression slightly somber; the middle-aged man was considered rather pragmatic.

"So you're planning to buy some high-quality seeds on credit this time?"

"Are you still planning to replace them proportionally, just like before?"

Xiao'e had a fairly clear understanding of the situation of middle-aged people.

Unlike Lijia Village, which is protected by the mountain god, the middle-aged village was attacked by a mountain monster in the first half of the year, and most of the fields were trampled.

"Let's buy some on credit first and get through this year."

“Although our village is relatively short of water, the land is still in good condition. The high-quality seeds provided by the ‘Son of the Mountain God’ can be planted for up to three rounds.”

"One round of planting this year, and two more rounds next year..."

"We will definitely be able to pay back the seeds we borrowed before they degrade and the yield decreases."

The middle-aged man's words were, in fact, a disguised assurance to Xiao'e.

If it weren't for Xiao'e acting as guarantor, Li Boyang might not care about the situation in the middle-aged village, but it certainly wouldn't have been approved by the old village chief.

"No need to rush to pay it back, focus on living your own lives first."

A hint of pity flashed in her eyes; Xiao'e had gradually adapted to her identity as a "shaman".

"If there are any problems with the seeds, such as premature degradation or reduced yield, please remember to notify me immediately."

"After this, I will contact some hunters in your village and have them go and take a look around your village to find a way to completely drive away those mountain monsters."

"But I must make this clear from the start: how many hunters will actually be willing to go depends on the sincerity of your village."

Although Xiao'e felt sorry for the middle-aged man's situation, she still remembered that she was a "shaman" in Gao Village.

She could arrange for some hunters to go to the villages of middle-aged people, but how much effort those hunters were willing to put in depended on them.

"In addition, a village cannot be without hunters."

"When you get back, pick a promising young player, and I'll try to find someone to mentor him."

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(End of this chapter)