Watch out Chicken

chapter 3

I was jolted awake because of Big D's battle cry, and the angry fox chirp. I carried a shovel in my hand and got out the door as quickly as possible towards a very pleasant night.

Big D flapped the fox's head, kicking it furiously. She was too young for her taji to deal any damage, but she tried her little heart.

I was glued for a moment, as David challenged Goliath.

Until the fox managed to hit him with his claws, and dropped him to fall. Footing violated. Fate sealed. The fox pounced, its teeth as sharp as razor blades will kill, to end my little warrior.

Oh? You dare to trespass into this Father domain?!

….I can't believe I just thought of that. I snorted to myself.

The fox's teeth clamped iron instead of meat, and he looked up, surprised by the intervention.

That's when the fox realized it was messed up.

My shovel is spinning, and with clang ! The fox is dead.

I looked at my little soldier. He managed to stand up, and looked at the fox corpse hatefully. I gave her one more chance, and she's fine, so are my girls. Just scared.

I don't blame the fox, that's his nature. I hope he doesn't blame me for setting him up with a shovel in retaliation.

And then sell the fur, because I'm really going to do that. And I think you can eat foxes.

You can, in fact, eat a fox. would not recommend it. It feels like ass.

Planting rice properly involves more than just throwing your seeds into the ground and hoping for the best. I have witnessed the cultivation methods of the farmers from the village, and they are few.

For example, the first thing you do is soak it in a ratio of 1/16 of salt water. The rice seeds with the largest amount of endosperm, and therefore the best chance to produce will sink to the bottom of your barrel, while the rest will float to the top.

Then, after soaking, you plant the desired seeds in a wide bucket for the first part of their life as they sprout.

Then, finally, you move it to your rice field. I've always found it kind of strange that rice is better when you rip it off the ground and put it somewhere else than to let it.

Funny thing is, I learned most of it from reading manga. Thank you, Shizuko. Cheating uses techniques from the 1860s when I was in the mid to pre-thousand worlds, like all true Isekai heroes !

Except guns would be pretty useless, and I have no desire to conquer the world. Rice is more important than that.

But enough about that. I am currently at the “grow” stage. The paddy field itself was being built, sculpted on the side of one of the hills in a terraced style, and flowed by one of the small rivers, as it was finally time to flood them.

The strength and endurance of cultivators always changed tasks that should have taken months or years into just a matter of days.

Although sometimes I suspect that my “zen” mode lasts longer than I thought. I was always very hungry when they stopped, and sometimes Big D paid me attention when I got back home.

Cultivation becomes whack, yo.

I grumbled, as I finished inspecting the porch wall to look for possible defects. It looks pretty good, but just in case, I push more of my qi into it, lend my spirit to help strengthen the walls, and strengthen the grass roots to keep things stable.

The masters in the sect will probably have an aneurysm about how much qi I “wasting”, but I don't see it as a waste. That's a resource. If you get it, use it. Besides, it didn't take long to get back. At the beginning of the next day I usually feel fresh like a daisy. Maybe if I was a better cultivator, or had a larger reserve, it might take longer, but I don't know, and don't care.

Yawning, I walked back to my little house, Big D greeted me with his signature screeches.

“Tell them, Big D.” I scratched his head, baby. His defeat didn't make him nervous, so that's good. He's still a little pee and vinegar.

My Low Spiritual Herbs grew in their buckets beside my sprouted paddy. The spirit herbs needed qi to grow well, and I thought, why not make rice juice instead? There's no harm.

I have also repotted the strange roots I found. I can't just run to the archive, so this is the only way I have to keep it, and it has some qi to it. So it got watering too.

I carefully put my spirit into the water, and then took my watering can and started working, with Big D sitting on my shoulder, he said, sometimes it jumps to catch insects that dare to try to attack my small growth operations.

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And so. I had to think of a few more foxes and wolves that looked hungry, but instead, everything was mostly peaceful.

Cut wood.

Break stone.

Plant plants.

Keeping with qi.

Eat food.

Sleeps.

Months pass.

I like it here .

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The Great Master has given him the name Bi De . He didn't know what it meant, but he knew the name belonged to him. He knows it's very strong.

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But he didn't.

Awareness is a changing thing. It comes and goes. But he knew during that time. He thought . And he is lifted above those who are beneath him. At night, his senses were sharper, to be more wary of the Great Master against intruders, who were red-furred and had sharp teeth.

But whenever he fails at something he knows is his job, to defend the women, he knows great shame. His Great Lord took care of him unconditionally, treated him like a favorite child, and not as shameful as him.

She's weak. He must grow in strength, and fulfill his destiny!

He rose above the shoulders of the Great Master while he inserted their food with his own essence, and charged from above onto the basic creatures that dared to give off his powerful essence.

He stayed up the night while the Great Teacher slept. He guarded the house while the Great Master completed his great miracle, ruling the land and taming the forest.

He watched, as the Great Master moved in the morning, his body flowing with astonishing skills.

So he's trying to fix himself. He ran through the Great Master Teacher Land. He jumped over the hill, and into the branches of the giant tree. He pushed his body into the Great Pot of Growth, until he could finally move it.

And now, he stood on top of the Great Pillar of Fa Ram (another name with a definitely sublime meaning), and gave everything to imitate the Great Master, to have a pale clone of his grand skill.

His body floated in the air. His legs attacked with a force unknown to his lower relatives. He danced as the Great Teacher danced. He took a breath, as the Great Master took a breath.

Something was revolving around him.

Within him.

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I smiled at Big D as he jumped up and kicked my fence.

Cute little guy.