Extreme Comprehension Genius

Lin Feng knew that he had made a mistake before. The old man didn't just bring anything to snub the immortal, but brought out the best thing. When he saw the old man's burned hand, Lin Feng raised his hand and healed it.

He picked up the burnt spot on the old man's hand.

For a moment, he felt a little guilty and had nothing to say.

At this time, Yimengqing was also surprised: "What do you mean, this is the best food in the village?"

"Yes, Shangxian, the best thing that can be grown in our village is these sweet potatoes." The old man sighed, remained silent, carefully placed the sweet potatoes, and then continued to cook.

In the pot, there were only a few pieces of weed-like things floating around. Lin Feng could almost recognize it. It should be some kind of fern, which was barely edible, but definitely not good food.

At this time, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old came in from the door. He shouted as he entered: "Grandpa Zhong...hey, a guest is here?" Then he saw the dried sweet potatoes placed on the table and said in surprise: "

Grandpa Zhong, why haven’t you eaten this dried sweet potato yet? No way, Grandpa Zhong, do you use it to entertain guests? Why don’t you eat it yourself?”

The old man called Grandpa Zhong said: "Haha, mistress, don't be rude. These two guests are important people, so you have to be respectful, you know?"

"Oh." The mistress seemed quite well-behaved. She came over and bowed to Lin Feng and Yimengqing, saying, "I've seen two guests." He was quite polite, and he knew how to listen and speak well. However, he was dressed like a farmer.

clothes, and some were in tatters.

Lin Feng asked: "Miss, let me ask you, what did you mean by the dried sweet potatoes you just mentioned?"

"Oh, this..." Xiaosan touched his head in embarrassment and whispered, "I actually stole this from home and gave it to Grandpa Zhong. Guest, you must keep it a secret, don't let my father

I know, otherwise he would have killed me."

"Steal?" Lin Feng found it hard to imagine that a piece of dried sweet potato could be associated with the word "steal." He asked, "When did this happen?"

Xiao San whispered: "It's been seven or eight days, right? I will steal two or three times a month, but I don't dare to steal more, my father will find out..."

Grandpa Zhong lectured: "San'er, the sage said, 'A gentleman should not steal.' Stealing is shameful. Don't do it again. Also, you don't have much at home, and you don't even have enough to eat, so don't bring it."

The mistress patted her chest and said, "It's okay. I can still eat dried sweet potatoes several times a month at home." Then he pretended to be aggrieved: "I know stealing is shameful, but stealing your own things is not considered stealing, right?

Didn't you also say that you should respect your teachers and respect your moral principles? Grandpa Zhong, please don't blame me!"

"There's really nothing we can do about you." Grandpa Zhong said with a smile, but did not pursue this matter too much.

Lin Feng also laughed. This little guy is quite clever. He finally figured out what was going on. It was really inedible. The dried sweet potatoes that looked like wood were really a treasure. The mistress stole them from home and gave them to him.

Grandpa Zhong ate it. But Grandpa Zhong couldn’t bear to eat it, so he kept it for seven or eight days and still didn’t eat it.

Yimengqing was completely stunned at this time, just looking at the dried sweet potato with a layer of burnt skin. No matter how ignorant she was of the world, she knew that she had just done something wrong.

Lin Feng asked again: "Listen to what you just said, these sweet potatoes are the best thing here. What's going on? I'm looking at you in front of you. Didn't you just come back from the fields?"

The old man Zhong said respectfully: "Sir, to tell you the truth, the land in our Beihai Village is too barren to grow any crops or food. There are only a few places where these sweet potatoes can be grown, but the yield is

It’s also very few. There are 280 people in the village, and even a few dozen people can’t satisfy it.”

Lin Feng pointed at the pot and said suspiciously: "Then what you usually eat...are the ones in the pot?"

"Yes." Old Man Zhong said, "These are the only things I have. The land I was allocated cannot grow sweet potatoes at all."

Lin Feng wondered: "You can't grow sweet potatoes? Then what are you growing?"

"These are the bracken I usually grow."

"Bracken?" Lin Feng was also stunned for a moment. Do these things, which are the same as weeds, need to be specially planted? He quickly said: "Old sir, can you take me to see your field?"

"Oh, okay, Immortal." Old Man Zhong quickly ordered the mistress to help him look at what was cooking in the pot, and then respectfully led Lin Feng and Yimengqing out of the door.

Old Man Zhong's "field" is not far away, just a few hundred steps away, on the edge of the village. Lin Feng didn't pay much attention to it at first, but now he took a closer look and realized that these so-called "fields" are actually just some sand and gravel.

There is not even much soil on the ground. There are very few plants that can grow on this gravel land, and it is simply impossible to grow food. Only ferns like weeds can grow.

Lin Feng also saw those so-called "fertile fields", which were just relatively fine sandy land, which could not be grown by ordinary farmers. The sweet potatoes that could grow on such land were of extremely poor quality, like lumps of wood.

Just as unpalatable. But even so, these sweet potatoes are already the best crop in the village!

This kind of "fertile farmland" only has a few acres of land, while ordinary sand and gravel fields only have dozens of acres. In addition, large areas here are either hard rocks or saline-alkali land, which cannot be used for growing anything at all.

"This place is really barren." Lin Feng sighed.

"Yes, there are only a few acres of land in the whole village that can grow some sweet potatoes. This mistress's family is one of the better-off families in the village. They have half an acre of land to grow sweet potatoes. This kid often steals some from home and gives it to me.

He was often scolded by his father for this."

Lin Feng asked again: "I heard from the old gentleman that he should be a scholar. How did he end up like this?"

Old Man Zhong said respectfully: "I'll tell you the truth, I'm not originally from here. A few years ago, there was a big disaster, and our family fled. Unfortunately, the journey was difficult, and some people got lost, and some died... The whole family, young and old,

They are all gone... Instead, I, the old man, am old but tough on my life, and have been escaping here. This place has been occupied by people who came earlier, and they were kind enough to give me some gravel land.

Plant some ferns and we can barely survive."

As he said this, Old Man Zhong was very sad.

Looking at this old man who was dying and with little life left, he imagined that he still had to farm the fields himself, but could only eat some weed-like things. Lin Feng and Yi Mengqing's expressions became very ugly.

It was that great disaster again, the good deeds done by the Yin Ling Sect...

Yimengqing asked: "Since the fields here are so barren, why are you still here? Why don't you find a better place?"

"Is there any better place?" Old Man Zhong said with a bitter smile, "Perhaps the Immortal doesn't know that most places in the world have become dead places. This Beihai Village still has some land that can be used, which is already considered good.

There is no other place to farm for dozens of miles around."

"Why is this?"

"Shangxian, did you see a river over there? That's that river..." Old Man Zhong pointed into the distance and said, "That river is the Dead River. Its source is twenty-four miles south of the village. There is

A valley. I heard people say that the valley is now dead and barren. The water in the river is black, and there are not even any fish. Where the river flows, nothing can be grown on the surrounding land. Here we are.

In the village, there is insufficient irrigation water, so it can only be as it is now. Drinking water is also waiting for rainy days, and some rainwater can be accumulated for use. "

Lin Feng nodded, and quietly said to Yimengqing: "Maybe, the entire Canlan Continent has been almost corroded by the Netherworld Gang Wind. This place is close to the North Sea, and affected by the sea breeze, part of the Netherworld Gang Wind has been blown away, so there are some places

It has not been corroded. For mortals, these few lands that have not been corroded are the only remaining refuges."

"Master..." Yimengqing's face became even more gloomy. This was another sin committed by Ji Yuqing.

A Shifang destruction caused many people in Canlan Continent to die. This was not enough. Now the survivors are still struggling in this harsh environment.

Lin Feng advised: "It has already happened, so there is no need to think about it any more. As an apprentice, you can find ways to make up for it."

"Made up? How to make up for it...I don't know how."

Lin Feng said: "Although it is difficult to save the dead, we can improve the living conditions of those who are still alive. I think we can try to change Canlan Continent and make it rejuvenated!"

"What did you say? Change the entire continent?" Yi Mengqing was surprised, "How is this possible?"

Lin Feng smiled and said: "It is easy to destroy, but it is difficult to recover, but we can take it slow first. To change the continent, start by changing one place! For example, we will start with this village. Although a village is only a small

It’s a different place, but since you’ve come across it, let’s do it.”

"Okay!" Yi Mengqing nodded.

After bidding farewell to Old Man Zhong for the time being, the two of them left the village.

Following the river filled with black water outside the village, a few minutes later, they arrived at the valley more than 20 miles south of the village.

What Old Man Zhong said is indeed true. A large number of strange auras fill this valley. They are the "netherworld aura" coming from the Netherworld plane, also called "death aura". Due to the terrain of the valley, it is difficult for these "death auras" to escape.

, gathered in this valley area.

There is no grass growing in the entire valley, and even the rocks on the ground have turned gray-white, and gray-white smoke is floating in the air. Within more than ten miles around the valley, almost nothing can grow. Only further outside can there be scattered trees.

Weeds appear.

There is a pool of water at the bottom of the valley, and the water is also dark. The black water flows outward from the exit of the valley, forming a winding river. The river is also lifeless. Not only is there no fish, there is not even a small fish.

Bugs are hard to find.