Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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Rumble—!!

A distant, ominous rumble echoed through the sky, causing Miaomiao, who was lying on Ling Yi's lap, to arch her back instinctively.

Ling Yi turned his head toward the direction of the sound, just in time to see a bolt of lightning dance across the horizon.

Squinting slightly, he waited for nearly ten breaths before another rumble of thunder reached his ears. He then called out to the more than twenty people tilling the fields nearby:

"Grandpa! Grandfather! Dad! Uncle! Brother Lei!... It's going to rain! Let's head home first—!!"

Hearing the call, the group did not immediately stop their work but continued to swing their farming tools—shovels and Soul Tool Hoes—several more times into the earth in front of them.

Waving goodbye to the smiling uncles and elders of the village, Ling Yi quickened his pace along with Ling Changqing and the others, heading toward Ling Xiaoshan's home.

Today, it was the Ling family's turn to provide the meal.

Rumble—!

Rush—!!

Fortune smiled upon them; just as the six men from the Ling and Zhang families entered the house, the thunder that had been rumbling in the distance now exploded overhead.

Along with it came a torrential downpour of spring rain.

Upon entering the house, Ling Yi did not pay attention to Zhang Xin and Ling Shan playing in the corner of the main hall, nor did he join his father, Ling Xiaoshan, and the others to wash the dirt off their hands and faces at the kitchen door. Instead, he ran straight to his small room.

Seeing Ling Yi's back, Ling Xiaoshan, Zhang Lei, and the others did not call him to wash up first. After all, Ling Yi had not worked in the fields but had merely sat on the field ridge, resting among the Blue Silver Grass, unlike the rest of them who were covered in sweat and dirt.

From the corner, Zhang Xin and Ling Shan put down their clay and wooden toys, climbed up, and followed Ling Yi into his room.

When Zhang Lei, freshly washed, pushed open the door to Ling Yi's room, he saw his younger brother Zhang Xin sitting obediently on a bench with Ling Shan, quietly watching Ling Yi work methodically at a small table.

Zhang Lei arrived just as Ling Yi was about to finish his task.

He took the last milky white, flat, round 'pebble' from the ceramic bowl, wrapped it in a black-brown mud ball, and then rinsed the mud from his fingers with the remaining water in the bowl before tidying up the small table in front of him.

"Ah Yi~"

Zhang Lei approached, glancing at the row of more than a dozen fist-sized mud balls. He knew that each one contained a 'pebble'.

This scene had been repeating itself for the past ten days, with no fewer than a dozen and as many as thirty or forty each day.

"I wonder how long this rain will last~" Zhang Lei glanced at the closed window, listening to the rain pattering against the roof and the window, and said, "These seeds might have to wait a bit before you can plant them in the Old Forest—"

"It's fine~"

With the help of Zhang Lei, Zhang Xin, and Ling Shan, Ling Yi carried the mud balls one by one to the window and placed them in the flower pots containing Blue Silver Grass.

Picking up the now murky ceramic bowl, he walked toward the door, saying, "You saw them last year. These seeds can wait a couple of days; the rain won't last for two days straight—"

"But with such heavy rain, the work in the fields will be tough for a while—"

As they spoke, the four of them entered the main hall. Zhang Lei took the two little ones to play with their toys in the corner, while Ling Yi went to the kitchen to wash his hands and clean the bowl.

Soon, three tables were set up in the spacious main hall: one for the two elders and Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Dahu, another for the grandmothers and mothers, and a smaller one for Ling Yi and Zhang Lei with Zhang Xin and Ling Shan.

Apart from the larger portions for the men who worked in the fields, the dishes on the three tables were almost identical, featuring a variety of colored vegetables, as well as eggs and fish soup, which were now staples at every meal.

After lunch, the heavens were kind, and the heavy rain had lessened, promising to stop by the afternoon.

Sure enough, about an hour after noon, the clouds dispersed, and the sky cleared.

The adults went to check the fields for waterlogging, while Ling Yi, accompanied by Zhang Lei, set off with Ah Huang and Miaomiao on the dirt road leading to the Old Forest in the north of the village.

It was now April 2595th year of the Douluo Calendar, six months since Zhang Lei's soul awakening the previous year.

At this time, the four children of the Ling and Zhang families were as follows: Zhang Lei was a few months away from turning seven, Ling Yi had just passed his fourth birthday by two months, Zhang Xin was one and a half years old, and Ling Shan was one year old.

As the two little ones grew older, both families had officially decided to add new members to their households, confident that they could afford to do so.

In Mountain Sea Village and the surrounding areas, the more descendants a family had, the more prosperous they were.

After all, whether it was for the village's influence or the probability of soul awakening and developing soulmaster talents, a larger base was always better.

At a spot 500 meters from the edge of the Old Forest, after tapping the ground with a long wooden stick several times, Ling Yi squatted down under a large tree. He reached out with his hands, covered in double-layered rabbit fur gloves, to clear away the leaves and decaying soil, took a mud ball from Zhang Lei, and gently buried it.

Standing up, he moved to another large tree about ten meters to the left, repeated the process of scaring away snakes, digging a hole, and planting the seed.

After repeating this process a dozen times, he finally planted all the mud balls. Zhang Lei came to Ling Yi's side, took the double-layered rabbit fur gloves, which were now covered in black-brown mud, and placed them in the basket. He then took out a yellow gourd, tilted it slightly, and slowly poured out the water inside for Ling Yi to rinse his sweaty hands.

"Phew—"

Ling Yi stood up straight, looking around. Although everything looked the same as before, he felt a sense of excitement.

"Ah Yi~"

Zhang Lei capped the gourd and put it back in the basket, mimicking Ling Yi's actions by turning his head to look around. He asked, "Can these Ginseng seeds grow?"

"I didn't see any of those red berries from the ones we planted last year..."

"Don't be impatient~" Ling Yi shook his head and said, "Whether these Ginseng seeds will grow depends on luck. Most of the ones we planted last year have sprouted and flowered. As for fruit... we'll have to wait a few years~"

Hearing this, Zhang Lei's face fell. "A few years?"

"Hmm~" Ling Yi nodded calmly. "I can't say exactly how long, but we will eventually see results."

"Let's go~"

Seeing Ah Huang marking his territory under a tree and Miaomiao perched on a branch with a wild chicken in her mouth, Ling Yi called Zhang Lei over. "We'll dig up one of the Ginseng plants we found last year for dinner—"

"Ah—?"

Zhang Lei's smile froze, his eyes twitching. He hurriedly followed Ling Yi's steps and whispered, "Ah Yi, can we have Beggar's Chicken for dinner? Or Roast Chicken, Braised Chicken—"

"If not..." Seeing Ling Yi's unchanged expression, Zhang Lei pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and continued, "Can we just have Chicken Soup without Ginseng?"

"Ginseng Chicken Soup tastes too strange!"

"It's not really Chicken Soup at all!"

"We're different from you. We've been eating Blue Silver Grass every day since we were one year old. It's a bit sweet, but mostly bitter and astringent. Only you can handle it and stick with it every day..."

In the quiet of the Old Forest, Zhang Lei's subdued voice echoed softly, conveying his helplessness and admiration.

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