Mortal Immortal Gourd

"Woooooooo..."

When the rooster crowed for the second time, it was just dawn and Ergouzi had already climbed out of bed.

He glanced at a pair of new straw sandals on the wall, then he took off a pair and put them on his feet.

Although the materials for making straw sandals are expensive, they are very time-consuming.

The pair of shoes on the wall were made by me after I stayed up late and planned to take them to the town and sell them for money.

I'm already 13 years old, and it's not a big deal to live under someone else's roof. I live a humble life like a dog, work more than a cow, and eat worse than a pig every day.

My biggest dream in these years is to save some capital and then rent a few acres of thin farmland to start my own business.

But when tenants also need costs, they must first purchase farm tools and seeds, which require a lot of money.

Secondly, you must have a good relationship with the landlord. Otherwise, if there are so many poor people in the world, their land will definitely be rented to you.

Ergouzi put on his shoes, grabbed a handful of straw from the bed and stuffed it into his clothes. The clothes were enough and he used straw to make up.

"Huh?"

늀At this moment, 놛 unexpectedly saw a touch of green among the straw.

Looking carefully under the weak light, a shriveled seed mixed in the straw actually sprouted, and two 꺘늁-long buds grew.

What is going on?

It was such a big day that all the green leaves were frozen to death, let alone the seeds that sprouted.

When I touched the straw with my hand, it seemed a little moist.

Ergouzi thought for a long time. He was drinking water while holding a small gourd last night and seemed to have spilled some water. He didn't pay much attention at the time.

Could it be that after the stream water was put into the gourd, it began to have some kind of magical effect?

Thinking of this, he hid the sprouted seed in an eye-catching place behind the bed, and poured some water from the gourd into it.

Then 놛 rummaged through the straw again, hoping to find a few more seeds to try.

The only seeds that could be found had long since been eaten, and in the end only shriveled grains of rice were found.

Put these shriveled rice grains behind the bed and pour some water on them.

"Er Gouzi! The sun has burned your buttocks, and you're still lying dead..."

During the moment Er Gouzi was delayed in the room, his aunt had already scolded him in front of him.

I could only stuff the yellow-skinned gourd into my cotton-padded clothes and quickly walk to the door, seeing that the sky was not bright yet.

Ergouzi had to get up early every day to cook pig food and help his cousin boil face water.

The uncle's family consists of two children and two children, a total of five people.

My cousin's name is Zhang Liang, who is older than me. He has been practicing martial arts at Zhengwu Hall in the county for many years. He can eat ten kilograms of meat in one meal, kill a cow with one punch, and jump five feet high with one jump.

My cousin Zhang Daxin is slightly younger than me and is studying with my husband in a private school.

The big character read a basket, and I learned some of the bad habits of scholars. In the cold weather, I have to wash my face every morning. There is nothing easy to wash my face.

The sun is shining on my butt, and I haven’t gotten up yet. I have to make myself boil hot water to wash my face every day.

Since childhood, the two brothers have always enjoyed beating and scolding Ergouzi.

Zhang Daxin's favorite entertainment activity is to let the two dogs crawl on the ground, ride on his back, and drink five drinks, thinking that he is a great general.

There is also a cousin, who is only seven years old. She is the only one in the uncle's family who has retained her humanity. She keeps half a bowl of cold porridge on the table every day for herself.

But because she was a girl, she didn’t have much status in her uncle’s family, so she was often scolded by her aunt as a loser.

Ergouzi sat by the earthen stove and made a fire, cooking pig food and boiling water for washing his face.

By the way, he put his hands and feet covered with frostbite to the fire to bake them. After the frostbite was heated, it looked like millions of worms crawling inside.

I kept rubbing my hands on the chilblain surface. It was extremely itchy, and it was itchy to the bone marrow, but it was also very refreshing and comfortable.

"Come on, hurry up and feed the pigs. How much firewood will be wasted if you keep burning for so long!"

Auntie was about to make breakfast, so she kicked Ergouzi away with curses.

"Eat my food, drink my food, and waste my firewood..."

As his aunt scolded him, Er Gouzi walked towards the pig pen carrying the pig food.

In order to prevent Er Gouzi from stealing food, Auntie cooked both morning and evening meals by herself, giving Er Gouzi a chance to take action.

So the two dogs could only reach out to the pig food, walked to the door of the pig pen, glanced at no one around, grabbed a large ball of pig food and stuffed it into their mouths, which was so hot that they stared.

I also picked a ball of pig food with a lot of rice, kneaded it into a ball and stuffed it into my cotton coat.

Pig food mainly consists of dried pig grass, which should be soaked in water and boiled until soft before feeding.

The big black pig in the pig pen has been raised for two years. Now it weighs at least 70 pounds, which is still a little fatter than Ergouzi.

The uncle planned to kill the pig to celebrate the New Year, so he specially ordered some rice bran to be added to the pig during this period.

Most of the added rice went into Er Gouzi's mouth.

The black pig knew until his death that he had been eating grass for two years and that his last meal had been stolen by others.

So there are thousands of precautions to be taken, but it is difficult to guard against domestic thieves.

After feeding the pigs and eating some leftovers, we had to go into the mountains to collect firewood.

Since the autumn harvest, I have been wandering around the mountains every day, always finishing my work.

As long as you work harder, your cousin can have an extra piece of meat in his bowl and an extra pen in his schoolbag.

놊However, since getting the yellow-skinned gourd, 뀪꼐꿷tianzao껗's discovery has given 놛 more space to imagine his future.

My former dream is to save money to rent land and become a tenant. If I can marry a wife with a thick waist and a big butt, my life will be worth it.

But now, being a tenant has satisfied 놛's ambition, and 놛 feels that he should be able to be a landlord.

Like Huang Laocai, the richest man in the village, he owned hundreds of acres of land, married five wives, gave birth to ten sons, and had a meal of meat every five days.

Ergouzi was addicted to hysteria, and his pace became much faster, and the cold wind was not so cold.

In the next few days, a grain seedling grew in the small room where Ergouzi slept.

This kind of crop should only grow in paddy fields in spring and must enjoy the sunshine.

It has survived so reasonably, and it is growing well.

In just a few days, he has become one foot tall.

놛A rough estimate is that the growth rate should be about ten times that of ordinary rice seedlings.

In order to let my aunt and her family discover the seedlings in the room, I have been very diligent these days. I go to pick up dog poop every day, which makes Huang Laocai's dog almost pull over.

Picking up dog poop will inevitably stain your body, making the room where you sleep stink.

Now when my aunt scolds me, she always stands far away, and even goes into that smelly room.

Seeing that these seedlings are growing well, I am thinking about expanding the scale?

If we plant more varieties now, depending on the growth rate of the seedlings, we may be able to save money in the spring next year.

Yesterday, my aunt asked 놛 to pound rice. When my aunt wasn't paying attention, 놛 stole a handful of unshelled millet.

With so many seeds, it is possible to plant them in a room.

Since gourds can help seedlings grow in dark and cold rooms, I want to try planting them in the mountains this time.

Now it is a land of ice and snow, and there are not many people on the mountain.

Ergouzi walked around the mountain several times, and finally cleared a small piece of land in a remote place.

This place is very remote. After sweeping away the snow, everything is covered with rubble and there is not much dirt on the ground.

If you know it can be planted, plant it first and pour some water from the gourd. I hope the gourd can create miracles.

Early the next morning, 놛늀 went into the mountain to check.

Those rice seeds actually sprouted in the ice and snow, among the rocks.

In the next few days, Ergouzi went into the mountains every day to water the seedlings with water from the gourd.

In a few days, 늀 grew to over a foot tall.

In the ice and snow, there is a vibrant grass seedling, and the gourd can indeed create miracles.

And the seedlings in the room are now beginning to sprout thick ears.

At this rate, the harvest will be ready in two days.

Everything is going in the right direction.

After the Chinese New Year, I must find a way to rent a few acres of thin farmland.

Seeing the good growth of the seedlings, Ergouzi secretly made up his mind.

At that time, I spent the past few days filling the yellow gourd with water, but I still couldn't fill it up. I didn't know how much this gourd could hold.

And no matter how much water is filled, the weight of the yellow-skinned gourd never changes.

놛 also tested 눕, using his mind 놊 can only make the gourd smaller, but also make the gourd bigger.

When it is the smallest, it can turn a yellow-skinned gourd into the same size as a hair. As for the largest, it is still unknown how big it can become.

놛Although a thought 늀 can make the gourd change to 꿨 size, it is very mentally draining. It can change 꿨꺘 times at most in a row, and 놛늀 has to rest for a day or two.

It's okay if it gets smaller, but if it gets too big, it can't be taken back and hidden.