Er Gouzi got three corpses of locust monsters this time, one one foot long and two two feet long. If they were used separately, six geese could be evolved into spirit beasts. However, he was biased when distributing them. He was more biased towards the goose that had experienced death and imprisonment with him. He ate the two-foot-long insect king corpse to this goose. After eating the insect corpse, the goose began to lose its feathers and its size increased dramatically. Two more steel-like feathers were added to the tip of its wings. The two newly added feathers were harder and sharper. Now this goose is the largest and strongest, and has become the leader of the group of geese. After feeding this goose, the remaining two insect kings were divided into four parts, and four more geese were evolved into spirit beasts.
Now he has a total of 42 geese, seven of which are already at the spirit beast level, and their strength is almost the same as that of a Qi training cultivator. With so many geese, you can't let them stay idle all the time. Today, Er Gouzi rode the Goose King, followed by more than 20 geese, and flew down Sheji Mountain together. Qiuyue had already brought hundreds of people, holding bamboo brooms and other tools, waiting here for a long time. Although I have seen it many times, every time I see the spectacular scene of Er Gouzi leading a group of geese to fly out, I still feel shocked. Qiuyue was chopped by Captain Wang last time, and was seriously injured at the time. He lay in bed for half a month. Er Gouzi also went to the county town to buy a bunch of healing medicines to treat more than a dozen injured people. The money spent on buying healing medicines is much more than the money spent on buying them. "Boss, everything is ready!" "Okay, follow me, let's go!" Er Gouzi led the geese and did not fly too far, but stopped on a relatively flat barren mountain. After arriving at the barren mountain, Er Gouzi took out a large clay jar from the gourd. The white demon-transforming fruit tree was planted in the jar. This demon-transforming fruit tree was put into the gourd by him, and it can grow as fast as outside. However, it needs to be watered once a day to maintain a growth rate of 10 times, which is more troublesome. He came to this barren mountain today to attract some locusts. It is almost autumn, and no matter how crazy the locust plague is, it will end when the weather gets cold. But now there is no food to buy, and there are so many people under his command. To survive the whole winter, a large amount of food must be stored. Er Gouzi can only focus on the locusts.
After placing the demon-transforming tree on the top of the mountain, about an hour later, a small swarm of insects was attracted by the demon-transforming fruit tree and came to the door. Before the subordinates could take action, the swarm of insects had been eliminated by the goose. Qiuyue and the others only needed to sweep up the locusts on the ground, and they simply harvested a few buckets of grain. Not long after, a group of larger locusts came to the door by themselves... In this way, Er Gouzi and the goose were busy for more than two months, and finally saved more than a hundred stones of locusts. Adding some of the food saved before, it should be enough for half a year. At the same time, he also captured two locust kings. He shared them with the goose, and now he has 11 spirit beast-level geese. Now that the weather is cold, the locust plague that has ravaged several counties has finally stopped. But the situation has not improved, but worse, because except for a few local rich people, everyone has no food. On this day, Huang Laocai came to see him just after he came back from outside. Huang Laocai was holding a string of pork fat in his hand, and he smiled and gave the pork to Er Gouzi as soon as they met. This look reminded Er Gouzi of the first time he went to Huang Laocai's house to rent land. He bought a string of fat meat for Huang Laocai at that time. "Master Zhang, I want to ask you for a favor." "What is it?" For Huang Laocai, if Er Gouzi can help, he is still willing to help. "It's like this, it's too chaotic recently, I want to move my whole family to the foot of Sheji Mountain to live for a while." "Master Zhang, don't worry, I will move back immediately when the drought is over." Although Huang Laocai has no land now, he has accumulated for many years, so naturally there is still some surplus wealth hidden in his home. There are too many bandits and rioters now, maybe one day they will rush into the village and rob his house. After robbing the money, maybe he would rape, kill some people, and set fire. Here at Sheji Mountain, at least there is the scholar here, which is more or less safe. "No problem, you can move here." For this small request, Er Gouzi agreed without any hesitation. The next day, Huang Laocai built a shed at the foot of Sheji Mountain, and then moved here with his family. Seeing Huang Laocai's actions, Ah Hu followed suit and asked to move to the foot of Sheji Mountain. Although his family had no money, they could squeeze out two taels of oil from the dry bamboo poles. No matter how poor they were, they could still make some money and food by scraping the land.
Moreover, he also harvested some corn and sesame this year. In this regard, Er Gouzi agreed. When other tenants in the village saw this, they followed suit and came to ask Er Gouzi. As a result, more than 20 thatched houses were built at the foot of his Sheji Mountain. The situation is getting more and more chaotic, and Er Gouzi wants to make some weapons for his men to defend themselves. I went to Sanchazi Town two days ago and wanted to buy some iron ingots from the blacksmith shop. I found that the blacksmith shop had been closed for a long time, and it was empty inside, without a piece of iron. Nowadays, apart from the refugees, there are few ordinary people. The door of the old scholar who served as the township in the town was open, and the house had long been occupied by refugees and turned upside down. The rest of the wealthy families in the town either moved to the county town to avoid disaster, or they were finished. These refugees were hungry, and no matter who you were, they broke through the door, robbed money, food, and women. The refugees were addicted to robbing, and they gathered together to become bandits. Wherever they went, they killed and robbed, and destroyed families. They were more harmful than locusts. At present, there are such bandits everywhere in Anchang County, with large and small scales, strong and weak. Among the stronger bandit leaders, there are even immortal cultivators. There are two such mountain bandits around Sanchazi Town. One group of bandits is called Chuang Potian, which has gathered thousands of people. It is said that the leader is a cultivator. There is another group that is more mysterious, without a name, and no one knows who its leader is. Each of them has a black scarf wrapped around his head, so everyone calls them the Black Scarf Bandits. The current situation is so chaotic, and Er Gouzi feels very insecure. He can hide in the mountains and not come down. He has food and drink, and others can't do anything to him. But the people he bought back are all women and children, the young ones are only a few years old, and the men are less than a hundred. But he has more than a hundred young girls and more than a hundred young wives. After those mountain bandits robbed money and food, they were full and warm, and they wanted sex. His Shewo Mountain became the fattest piece of meat in the troubled times. Er Gouzi wanted to buy more iron ingots and let Huang Fugui make them into weapons and distribute them to everyone for self-defense. Unexpectedly, he went to several places and only bought more than 200 kilograms of iron. Salt and iron have always been important resources. Now there are bandits and mountain robbers everywhere, and the government is strictly controlling it, so iron has become more scarce and difficult to buy. He gave the iron to Huang Fugui, and he could only make some knives and a bunch of spears. At least most people have weapons.
All these weapons were distributed, and those who were not enough were replaced by wooden sticks and bamboo poles. Er Gouzi had been buying people before, and he bought more than a thousand people in total. There were five or six hundred people over the age of 8, all of whom were considered to be combat-capable people. Now all these five or six hundred people were equipped with weapons. Based on the previous experience of sweeping locusts, he reorganized these people in the way of the army. Among them, the boys aged 14 and above barely made up 100 people. Each of them was given an iron spear, and some were even given a knife. They were considered the most elite hundred-man team. The wives and young girls formed three teams of 100 people, and only half of them got iron weapons, while the rest were given wooden sticks and bamboo poles. Although they were all women, they all came from poor families and could work in the fields like men since they were young. They were not much worse than men in terms of strength. The remaining more than 100 people, men and women, were mixed, and they were all 8 years old and above, and had not grown up yet. They could only use relatively light long bamboo poles as weapons. Each hundred-man team had a captain and a squad leader for easy management. Then, Er Gouzi taught them some simple basic movements such as stabbing, chopping, smashing, and sweeping, and asked them to practice every day. In the turbulent times, these people practiced very seriously and hard.