Chapter 5 spiritual rain water
"Dahuang!"
Xu Yue had just planted the ginseng seeds, and they probably hadn't even sprouted yet, but they were ruined by the dog.
He was a bit speechless.
"This is mud, you stupid dog!"
Xu Yue grabbed Dahuang by the neck and threw him out of the room.
When do dogs eat mud?
Wait!
This isn't ordinary mud!
Could this dog tell that this soil was extraordinary?
Grandpa and the other old farmers didn't notice it.
At most, they'd think it was a bit more fertile.
Or perhaps Dahuang smelled it.
A dog's nose is famous, after all.
The scent of this spiritual soil was indeed different from other soils, carrying a hint of fragrance.
It wasn't surprising that Dahuang could smell it.
But why would he eat it?
If he eats spiritual soil, what about spiritual rain water?
Huh?
Xu Yue had a flash of inspiration, then subconsciously looked around. His parents and grandpa weren't home, so he immediately went to get a bowl.
A small dark cloud formed above the bowl, and drops of rain fell.
After half a bowl of water accumulated, the small dark cloud dissipated.
Xu Yue was now proficient in the Spirit Rain Technique.
When he first started practicing, let alone controlling the range and amount of rain, he would get drenched himself.
Now he could control the size as he pleased.
Of course, if it was too large a range, that naturally wouldn't work.
However, Xu Yue's Spirit Rain irrigation range had expanded from a dozen peach trees to over twenty.
About half an acre.
As his cultivation increased, it would naturally expand further.
Xu Yue picked up the bowl and sniffed it; there was still a faint fragrance, but the earthy smell was gone.
Hmm?
Xu Yue picked up the water and took a sip, his eyes immediately lighting up.
"Woof woof!"
Dahuang had come back in at some point, staring intently at the bowl in Xu Yue's hand.
To be precise, at the water in the bowl.
His eyes seemed to plead.
He wanted to drink.
This is crazy!
This dog isn't going to become a spirit, is he?
Or does he have an instinctive craving for this spiritual rain water?
How old was Dahuang?
If Xu Yue remembered correctly, he seemed to have him when he first started junior high!
Over ten years, that's definitely an old dog.
His fur was already stiff.
Humans grow old and become wise, do dogs grow old and become spirits too?
"Alright, here you go!"
Xu Yue thought of handing the bowl over, but then realized, and chuckled, then left the room and poured the remaining water into his dog bowl.
The dog bowl was carved from stone, durable.
Now the bowl was spotless, not because it had been cleaned for him, but because Dahuang had licked it clean himself.
These past few days, because Xu Yue was back, the food was much better than usual, and Dahuang naturally benefited from Xu Yue's presence.
As the water entered the bowl, Dahuang immediately pounced on it.
Spirit Rain Technique?
Xu Yue was thoughtful, then went to the kitchen to check the water vat, and then ran to the roof to look at the water tower.
The water tower was built by himself in recent years.
He used a water pump to draw groundwater up, then installed water pipes in the house, like tap water.
Should he switch?
Yes!
spiritual rain water is good for the body, so why be stingy when using it on family members?
Who said the Spirit Rain Technique could only be used on fruit trees and vegetables?
"Huh? Why does today's food smell even better?" Xu Jiangming looked at his wife and said, "How did your cooking skills improve so much all of a sudden?"
Xu Chengyang nodded.
Today's food did taste better.
"Eat your food!"
Li Xiurong said grumpily; she was actually curious too.
Are my cooking skills that amazing?
Xu Jiangming smiled.
"Mom's cooking skills were always excellent." Xu Yue complimented her.
"My son knows what to say." Li Xiurong said with a smile.
What 'suddenly improved'?
Does that mean what I cooked before wasn't good?
"Oh, right, I'm going to wander around in the mountains this afternoon." Xu Yue said.
The mountains?
That naturally wasn't the mountain behind the house.
"Why go to the mountains?" Xu Jiangming said, "Few people go into the mountains these days."
Why do fewer people go into the mountains?
Conditions were better, and there were fewer animals to hunt.
Pheasants and wild boars had become protected animals, so what could they hunt?
Rabbits?
When looking for mushrooms or such, people generally wouldn't go deep.
As for wild ginseng, it hadn't been heard of for many years, probably all picked clean.
"Nothing to do, just going for a walk in the mountains!" Xu Yue said.
"Then be careful yourself." Xu Chengyang said, "Don't go too deep."
Xu Yue used to go into the mountains with them often and was very familiar with the big mountains.
As long as he didn't go deep, there wouldn't be any danger.
Besides, even if Xu Yue had let his martial arts slack, he still had some foundation.
He wasn't a child anymore.
"I won't." Xu Yue said, "I plan to visit Third Uncle in a couple of days, are you going?"
Mentioning going into the mountains, Xu Yue thought of his Third Uncle.
Xu Yue's grandpa had two sons and one daughter; Xu Jiangming was the eldest.
Second Aunt Xu Jianglin married into the county town, and her life was quite good; she would come back every Chinese New Year to see the old man.
Third Uncle Xu Jianghe was a child Xu Chengyang had late in life, only seven or eight years older than Xu Yue.
Xu Yue was closest to him, often following behind him when he was little.
He went into the mountains with him the most.
At that time, pheasants, wild boars, and the like could all be hunted.
Every time they went into the mountains, they returned with a full load.
"It's good that you go see him!" Xu Chengyang said, "We won't go. Last time we went to see him, he said his sentence was reduced again, and he's expected to be out by the end of the year."
"Really?"
Xu Yue was a bit surprised and very happy.
Nine years ago, when Xu Yue was still in his second year of high school, Xu Jianghe got into a fight with a dozen hooligans while saving someone.
Xu Jianghe had practiced martial arts with the old man since he was little and was very good at fighting.
However, his martial arts weren't perfected, and he couldn't control his strength.
As a result, several people died, and many were seriously injured.
Among the dead hooligans, some families had connections and wanted to put Xu Jianghe to death.
However, the girl Xu Jianghe saved was also quite responsible, and her family also had considerable connections.
After some struggle, it was ruled as excessive self-defense leading to death, and he was sentenced to twelve years.
Since then, Xu Jiangming forbade Xu Yue from practicing martial arts; he was scared.
The old man didn't say anything, looking a bit dejected.
Times had changed.
Xu Yue also questioned martial arts because of his Third Uncle's incident, and coupled with increasing academic pressure, he gave it up.
Martial arts, if not practiced, will regress.
However, if it were ordinary people, Xu Yue could still handle three to five people now.
His acquaintance with Zhang Ruoxi actually stemmed from saving a beauty.
His martial arts weren't perfected either.
Xu Jianghe's weren't perfected, so he couldn't control his hands, while his weren't perfected in that he couldn't kill people.
Of course, the people he encountered weren't as ruthless as the gang Xu Jianghe encountered.
So, he didn't follow in Xu Jianghe's footsteps.
He really didn't dare mention this to his family.
Xu Yue would visit Xu Jianghe every time he came back.
How was Xu Jianghe doing inside? Well, he should be doing quite well.
A prison boss level figure.
Last time he visited him, he even smiled and said his martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds, and if he encountered that gang again, he could silently leave them with internal injuries so they wouldn't even know how they died.
Xu Yue just smiled at this.
In this day and age, what good is even high-level martial arts?
Perhaps it was Xu Yue's limited perspective, but he truly couldn't see how his Third Uncle would make money or support himself with martial arts after getting out.
Boxing?
Being a bodyguard?
Or committing crimes?
After dinner, Xu Yue put on a back basket, grabbed a machete, and headed into the mountains.
He hadn't been into the mountains for a long time and was a little excited.
Dahuang stubbornly followed, and Xu Yue didn't chase him away.
He used to be a hunting dog, but now he was old.
