Chapter 20 Enhanced Power Pill

"Hum..."

"Ha..."

The veins on Er Gouzi's arms bulged, and he lifted a large stone above his head and walked around the three-acre land several times.

At this time, he finally exhaled and smashed the large stone heavily on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

This stone is at least three or four hundred pounds, and now it can be loosened and lifted.

He eats the food in the gourd every day, and his strength and cultivation level are improving rapidly. The previous strand of true energy has grown several times.

But he still can't crush the stone into powder, even if it is a pigeon egg-sized stone, he can't crush it.

Whenever I think of the master's relaxed and comfortable demeanor when crushing stones, a yearning rises in my heart.

I don't know how many years I have to practice to be like my master.

After throwing the stone, Er Gouzi picked up a wooden sword and began to practice basic sword styles.

He has learned several basic sword styles, such as stabbing, chopping, slashing, hanging, and tapping...

According to the sword formula copied by the master, a heavy sword can be used during practice, and the weight gradually increases from 10 jin to 500 jin.

When facing the enemy in battle, the light sword is used, and the power will naturally increase greatly.

When Er Gouzi saw this, he thought he had seen it wrong.

Although he could lift a boulder weighing several jin with both hands, he could not use a sword with one hand, let alone a 100-jin heavy sword, even a sword weighing more than ten jin.

To use a 100-jin heavy sword, at least a thousand-jin strength is required.

Er Gouzi did not have a suitable heavy sword in his hand, so he could only tie a few stones to the wooden sword, which weighed about five or six jin.

At this time, there was a scarecrow in front of him that was about the same size as a normal person, with many copper coins tied to his body.

He held the sword in one hand and slowly stabbed the scarecrow.

"Swish"!

A sword hit the center of the copper coin!

Then he put away his sword and stabbed again...

The stabbing is the most commonly used and basic action in swordsmanship. It requires stability, accuracy, speed and strength, and the force reaches the tip of the sword. The most effort is put into the stabbing every day.

Until the sun gradually sets, Er Gouzi still thrusts out with his sword again and again in the afterglow of the sunset...

Time flies so fast, and it is the season of heavy snow before the New Year, and the whole world has become a white expanse.

Only on Shekou Mountain, some places that outsiders cannot see are still green and full of vitality.

It is almost the New Year, and Er Gouzi still owes Huang Laocai 40 taels of silver, which he agreed to pay at the end of each year.

I made 14 taels of silver from selling Dali Pills before, and I spent a lot of money during this period. In addition to eating meat occasionally, I often have to buy wine and meat to honor my master.

Now he only has six taels of silver left.

There is a lot of food, and more than 200 stones have been saved in the gourd.

The ginseng planted earlier finally bloomed and produced seeds, and he used these seeds to plant another two acres of ginseng.

He now has a total of 10 acres of land, including three acres of rice fields, four acres of polygonatum, one acre of cistanche, and two acres of ginseng.

In addition, the stone house, goose house, and open space for martial arts activities together occupy one acre.

The growth period of ginseng is relatively long, often 10 to 20 years, and there are even 50-year and 100-year ginseng.

So he plans to save some ginseng seeds and further expand the planting area.

It is planned to change the three acres of rice fields to ginseng, and the food stored in the gourd is enough for him to eat for 20 years.

Even if it is made into Dali Pills for sale, it should not take so much.

Recently, he has been rubbing some Dali Pills in his free time.

More than one stone of Dali Pills have been saved in the gourd, and he plans to sell them in the county town in a few days.

However, before going, he has another idea and plans to try it.

He planted ginseng and polygonatum before, just to add them to the Dali Pills.

Let the powerful pills have a bit of medicinal flavor, look more like some, maybe it can sell better.

Now that he has found a market, he still wants to try adding some medicinal materials to it.

He dug five Polygonatum, each of which is more than half a foot long.

These Polygonatum are golden and strong, with three or four nodes, which should be equivalent to a medicinal age of about three or four years.

In fact, it has only been three or four months since he started planting.

He boiled the Polygonatum, added it to the rice, mashed it into fine mud, and then rolled it into pills and dried it.

In addition, he also used the same method to make a powerful pill with Cistanche deserticola added.

After making it, they were all put into the gourd to increase the concentration of spiritual energy.

After he explored for so long, he has concluded that anything put into the gourd can improve its quality and produce some magical effects.

However, these things are not infinitely improved in the gourd.

The fastest improvement on the first day, and it can still be improved a little bit on the second day. After three days, it reaches the limit and can no longer be improved.

Probably because of the improvement of cultivation, he can now make the gourd change seven or eight times in a row.

At its largest, the gourd was two or three feet high, and most things could be stuffed into it.

At its smallest, he made the gourd smaller than a hair, like a tiny needle that could be inserted into the skin and no one could find it.

Three days later, Er Gouzi carried the sack and carefully went down the mountain along a rope.

Now the mountain was covered with snow, and there was a layer of ice on the rocks and trees. It was too slippery, and he would fall if he walked on a flat road. What's more, the terrain here was extremely dangerous, and he would fall off the cliff if he was not careful.

When he got down to the foot of the mountain, the straw sandals on his feet had been worn out.

He simply threw away the broken straw sandals and walked barefoot in the snow, planning to buy a pair of cotton shoes in the city this time.

Last time I went to the city, I saw all the nobles in the county wearing cotton shoes, holding their heads high and walking with their legs wide open, looking very impressive.

I heard that the county magistrate wore a kind of long shoes, which seemed to be called boots, made of cowhide, and inlaid with gold and silver threads.

Er Gouzi has been used to walking barefoot or wearing straw shoes since he was a child, and a thick layer of calluses has been worn out on the soles of his feet.

But now that he has made money, he also wants to buy a pair of cotton shoes and try what it feels like to wear cotton shoes.

He was fantasizing about the good thing of buying a pair of new cotton shoes, but he saw a small figure curled up beside the official road in front of him, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

In winter, there are many such roadside deaths.

You can often see some dead bodies on the roadside, either starved to death or frozen to death, and Er Gouzi has become accustomed to it.

Anyway, everyone is a cheap life, not those noble officials, who will fall to the roadside when they are tired of living, and die if they die.

Everyone has long been tempered to have a heart colder than this ice and snow.

I was kicked out of the house by my uncle last year. If it weren't for the gourd, I would probably have died on the roadside like this.

Today, Er Gouzi saw the small figure, which was probably only about six or seven years old. For the first time in history, he felt sympathy for the same fate.

Thinking of him and Da Gou, who were also five or six years old, they became orphans at the age of six or seven, and worked hard at their uncle's house to make a living.

Gently pushed aside the tattered clothes that the child covered his face. The little face was pale, and the messy and knotted hair covered most of the face. There were still a few fleas crawling on the hair.

It turned out that he was still breathing, not dead!

Picked up the child, fed him some water, and took out a powerful pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

The child was probably too hungry. Although he was confused, he would swallow anything he put into his mouth.

After eating more than a dozen pills in a row, the child actually slowly opened his eyes and looked at Er Gouzi hard.

"Kid! I'm glad you woke up!"

"Keep this bag of food and eat it slowly. Whether you can survive depends on your luck."

Er Gouzi said, and took out a big bag from the sack, which was full of his hand-rolled pills.

Eat sparingly, maybe the child can survive until next spring.

Maybe, he will freeze to death in the snow tonight.

Er Gouzi left a bag of food and left.

The child stuffed the food into his arms and hugged it tightly, pulled the hair in front of his forehead, and looked at Er Gouzi's back as he walked away.

The child's eyes were complicated, and even the dark red mole on his forehead seemed to become brighter.