Chapter 39 White Goose Mutation

Er Gouzi had been away for several days this time. In fact, he was always worried about the medicinal herbs on the mountain.

When he walked under the stone wall and was about to use the wind control technique to climb up, he found a small pool of blood on the ground.

Around the blood, there were also some scattered blood drops.

Then he picked up a few ropes and a small broken ladder among the rocks.

Has anyone been here?

The stone walls around Shekou Mountain had long been flattened by him with a heavy sword, and ordinary people could not climb up at all.

Unless you can use the wind control technique like him.

At this moment, Er Gouzi mobilized the true energy in his Dantian and performed the wind control technique. A breeze rose around his body and supported his body.

With the support of this breeze, Er Gouzi kicked his legs and his body had already jumped up two or three feet high.

When the power of this kick was about to be exhausted, he slightly touched the stone wall with his hands and feet, and his body jumped up several feet again.

After a few breaths of exertion in this cycle, he had returned to the mountain.

"Ga~Ga~Ga~Ga~Ga~"

Several large white geese spread their wings and stretched their necks to surround him.

Seeing that all the large white geese were intact, he was relieved.

In terms of guarding the house, geese are more reliable than dogs. Dogs may be bribed by outsiders with bones, but geese will not buy this trick.

This batch of large white geese has been raised for so many years. The old ones have been stewed and eaten by him, and now there are still about 100 of them.

It may be because the food he feeds is full of spiritual energy, and this group of large white geese is stronger than the previous generation.

The leading goose is now about the height of an adult. When it sweeps its wings, it has a force of hundreds of pounds. Ordinary people are really no match for this group of large geese.

Er Gouzi was worried, so he still patrolled the mountain. All the herbs were intact, and he was sure that there was no sign of outsiders.

It was just a few days since he left, and there was no spiritual water in the gourd, so the medicinal herbs on the mountain hardly grew.

The loss of so many days of growth is quite large.

Er Gouzi didn't even have time to eat. He first watered all the herbs on the mountain, and then poured some grass from the gourd to feed the geese.

After doing all this, he ate and rested.

However, he couldn't sleep that night.

It wasn't because he was too excited about passing the exam.

But he was worried about the herbs on this mountain, which was equivalent to a treasure mountain.

This time, he didn't know who it was. He probably failed to climb up successfully and probably fell down.

He would need to leave Shekou Mountain frequently when he entered Zhengwu Hall to study.

Even if he didn't go to Zhengwu Hall, he couldn't stay on the mountain forever.

If someone with a heart took advantage of his absence to think of more ways, what if he climbed up?

He couldn't sleep that night. The next morning, he circled Shekou Mountain several times, thinking about ways.

He considered planting a large circle of thorny thorns on the top of Shekou Mountain.

However, no more suitable species have been found yet. Ordinary thorns can be split with a few swords and cannot stop warriors.

In addition, the big white goose should be a great help. Ordinary people can't beat one of his geese.

It's just that the strength is still insufficient. It won't work if it meets a master. It should be strengthened.

Thinking of this, Er Gouzi picked up a hoe and dug hundreds of ginsengs, all of which were more than ten years old.

If he took them to the county town to sell to Sima Yi, this guy would be crazy with joy.

He put all these ginsengs into the gourd. After three days, the spiritual energy of ginseng increased several times.

Then he took a few ginsengs every day, ground them, mixed them with grass and fed them to the geese.

After eating the tonic ginseng, these geese became vigorous and energetic, and they had endless energy every day.

Maybe the ginseng was too tonic. From the second day of feeding, several geese had blood oozing out of their seven orifices and pores, and finally died of blood.

Almost every day, one or two geese died because of this.

Although Er Gouzi was heartbroken, he still gritted his teeth and stewed the geese, or made them into preserved geese, and ate them slowly.

Then he continued to feed them ginseng.

As the number of geese in the flock decreased day by day, the remaining geese became stronger and stronger, and the mortality rate was gradually decreasing.

Until three months later, the flock seemed to have stabilized, with 13 geese left, and there had been no sudden blood loss and death for half a month.

The remaining 13 geese grew a lot taller, and were a neck taller than Er Gouzi.

A pair of wings spread out, with a wingspan of about ten feet wide.

A touch of blood red appeared on the originally white feathers, which looked even more gorgeous.

His flying ability was also improved a lot, and he tried riding on the back of a goose.

The goose could carry him down from the top of the mountain smoothly, but it was very difficult to fly up from the bottom of the mountain.

It was still a little bit worse.

But it should be no problem to guard the house.

Geese have a strong sense of territory, and even a warrior cannot resist being besieged by these 13 geese at the same time.

The remaining 13 geese probably won't die, and Er Gouzi continues to feed them with ginseng full of spiritual energy every day.

The size and strength of the geese are still growing.

In his spare time, he plays with them and trains them with some commands and fighting skills, and sometimes he rides on the geese to fly around the mountain.

Let Er Gouzi indulge in the addiction of flying freely.

The only drawback is that these geese will not help him farm except for eating and playing.

Even though his strength has greatly increased now, it takes a lot of time to farm every day.

So far, he has only planted 15 mu of ginseng, plus Polygonatum and Cistanche deserticola, a total of about 20 mu, which is the limit of his personal ability.

These 20 mu of land need to be watered once a day, weeds need to be cleared, and vacant land needs to be replanted in time. These farm work can take up most of the day, and the rest of the time needs to be practiced.

Er Gouzi grew up doing farm work, but he never felt tired.

Every day, he carried a hoe and walked around the fields, looking at the green crops that belonged to him. Instead, he enjoyed it and felt very at ease.

In addition to these 20 mu, there are still many wastelands on the mountain, and he really can't plant them all by himself.

With Er Gouzi's careful calculation, it is impossible to let these lands be completely abandoned.

He sparsely planted some persimmon trees and jujube trees in these wastelands.

These tall fruit trees do not need to be managed at ordinary times, just water them, and a batch of fruits can be harvested every once in a while.

Red dates and persimmons are very durable in storage. They can be stored in gourds and eaten as snacks.

If you can't eat them all yourself, you can also use them to feed the geese.

In the open space under the persimmon and date trees, he also sowed a lot of ginseng seeds and let them grow freely in the weeds.

Anyway, the wild ginseng in the mountains grows in this way, but the survival rate is lower, the growth rate is slower, and the size is slightly smaller.

After years of cultivation, he now has more than 20 years of ginseng, about 7,000 to 8,000 plants, and has never been dug.

There are tens of thousands of plants with a medicinal age of more than ten years.

All of them are growing well. As long as he insists on watering, they will grow very fast, equivalent to 10 times the growth rate.

I heard that the 100-year-old ginseng has miraculous effects. In another eight years, he will be able to cultivate 100-year-old ginseng.

At present, the ginseng of more than ten years is more than enough for himself and the geese.

It's a pity that he didn't dare to take the extra ginseng to the city to sell.

In the past, I occasionally took out a ginseng that was more than 10 or 20 years old and sold it to Huichuntang. Sima Yi was as happy as a child, but in fact, it was not as good as the big goose in his family.

Sometimes when I think about it, I feel sorry for Sima Yi, after all, he is such a good friend.

I heard Sima Yi once said that his family also planted some ginseng.

But the survival rate of ginseng is too low, and it grows slowly. It takes more than 10 or 20 years of careful care to harvest a little, which is not enough at all. It can only be supplied to the promising children in the family.