Ignites the Entire Village

Yu Xiucai's conversation with Zhu Ge lasted long enough this time.

According to Yu Xiucai, his experiences over the past few days have given him some insights, and his cultivation has improved slightly.

So after talking with Zhu Ge for a long time, I went home before the character "儒" disappeared.

Although Zhu Ge couldn't sleep, the gains were enormous.

Besides exchanging information with Scholar Yu and obtaining answers, the cultivation method was also a great gain.

Confucianism and Taoism!

The master previously said that the original owner was not very suitable for Confucianism and Taoism, but Zhu Ge is not "Zhu Ge".

Even though the master is not here, even if he were, even if he said once again that the current Zhuge is not suitable for Confucianism and Taoism, Zhuge would not care.

If you need to cultivate, you must cultivate!

"Crunch—"

With that thought in mind, Zhu Ge gently opened the door and returned home.

The parents did not seem to have any instinctive reaction to Zhu Ge's actions, which allowed Zhu Ge to lie down again.

However, the moonlight was fading, and it wouldn't be long before the sun rose.

Zhu Ge did not fall asleep again, but kept his eyes open and pondered matters of Confucianism and Taoism.

"Write a book... I don't think I've memorized many books before."

"But Scholar Yu said that you don't need to write much; just one masterpiece will be far more effective than any ordinary book."

Which one should we write?

"Furthermore, if Confucian and Taoist writings produce masterpieces, they may attract extraordinary celestial phenomena, or even draw in a surge of noble literary energy for self-cultivation."

"In that case, the timing, location, and event in which it is written becomes very important."

"If used properly, this could be a trump card, perhaps resolving the crisis."

"Unfortunately, cultivation methods such as immortality require techniques. Although I have countless Confucian and Taoist classics from my previous life as my foundation, I do not have cultivation methods for immortality or other paths."

Zhu Ge closed her eyes to relieve her fatigue, but her mind was tense as she pondered things.

In this world, no matter which path one chooses, one cannot cultivate without a cultivation technique.

Whether it's immortal cultivation techniques, Confucian cultivation techniques, or martial arts techniques, they are all scarce.

Especially now that the human race is almost extinct.

Therefore, it seems that the classics and works similar to the Four Books and Five Classics that Zhu Ge knew in his previous life were the treasure he possessed.

As long as one writes, reads, and studies, one can become a Confucian or Taoist practitioner and cultivate oneself daily.

However, it's difficult to obtain other cultivation techniques.

For example, martial arts techniques.

If it weren't for the chance encounter between Mr. Zhu and Scholar Yu with a Yuan-level cultivation technique called "Great Sun Glazed Body," it would have been extremely difficult for Zhu Ge to master it if he had to search the world for such a technique on his own.

"Tomorrow I'll practice martial arts first, and in the afternoon I'll go to Scholar Yu's house to get some paper and pens to try writing some characters."

"Martial arts for body tempering, Confucianism and Taoism for self-cultivation, plus the Kunpeng's special abilities, and the lucid Scholar Yu... the more trump cards the better!"

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Having experienced so much these past few days, Zhu Ge actually drifted off to sleep in bed before dawn.

But to his surprise, his parents didn't wake him up after they got up, and let him sleep until noon.

At noon, after my mother returned, she sat in the corner again and started weaving baskets.

It was the rustling sounds, along with the pattering rain, that woke up the blessing song.

"There's not much work to do these days, you can go pick mushrooms." After Zhu Ge got up, her mother spoke stiffly and mechanically, following her instincts.

With the mushroom festival approaching, many people will go out to pick mushrooms to dry and preserve them.

The best time to pick mushrooms is actually after a thunderstorm.

It's drizzling right now, which is quite nice for going out.

This is probably why Zhu Ge slept soundly without being woken up.

In the parents' instinctive reaction, the conditioned memory of light rain is picking mushrooms, and farming becomes secondary.

After all, rainy days are good for crops, and it's not too late to weed the next day.

"I slept so well..."

Zhu Ge could feel that her persistent headache and swollen eyes had eased somewhat.

However, the source of this comfort is simply a few extra hours of sleep, while the main source of discomfort comes from a reduced lifespan.

This only addresses the symptoms, not the root cause.

But it's good to be relaxed.

It's like carrying a 100-kilogram weight all along, and suddenly only having 80 kilograms left; naturally, it would feel more comfortable.

Forget it, there's no use thinking about this now... Zhu Ge got up and casually washed her face.

Today is a good day; we can take advantage of the mushroom festival to go outside and set up the firewood to burn down the whole village.

The houses in the village are made of mud, clay, wood, wood ash, glutinous rice, straw, and other materials, so it's not difficult to light them.

However, this place is probably located in the subtropics, where the air is humid, and the walls of the houses are not dry.

So he still needs to get some gunpowder.

Whether it's used as a fuse or as explosives, it's definitely useful.

Setting up these is no easy task.

Even though it's raining today, he can still go ahead and dig some pits to store firewood and gunpowder.

While we're at it, we'll also collect some saltpeter around the various outhouses and ask each household for some charcoal.

As for sulfur, it's readily available, as every household uses sulfur and wood ash to repel insects.

With one part sulfur, two parts saltpeter, and three parts charcoal, gunpowder can be made.

The purity isn't that high, and the combustion and explosion effects aren't that good, but it's good enough.

Do it if you want to!

"I'm going out to pick mushrooms." Zhu Ge turned around, greeted her mother, and prepared to leave.

But the mother surprisingly said, "I wove a basket; take it with you."

Zhu Ge looked at her mother in the shadows with great surprise.

I saw that my mother was holding a shaped basket in her arms. The basket was not big and was drafty, but it had no opening or handle. Instead, it looked like a sea urchin woven from wooden strips.

Moreover, that gap is so narrow that it's impossible to fill it with anything, let alone a bamboo basket to carry water; it probably wouldn't even be big enough to hold mushrooms.

Wait, this basket doesn't just look like a ball... Zhu Ge's pupils contracted.

The more I look at it, the more it looks like a human head?

The wooden strips of the basket are woven together haphazardly, and the exposed blank spaces look very much like eyes, nose, and mouth, while the two protruding bamboo strips also resemble ears.

Zhu Ge narrowed her eyes and looked at her mother, who was being controlled by the god.

But the mother looked blank and her eyes were empty; she had no sign of life.

"Okay." Zhu Ge picked up the round basket, fearing that refusing would cause a strange change.

However, after going out, he placed the basket on the side of the house.

He dared not carry such a strange thing with him.

"Splash, splash..."

The light rain dampened the eaves, and water dripped down the thatch to the ground, making the path paved with soil and pebbles a bit muddy.

Zhu Ge casually grabbed a large straw hat and set off in the rain.

Nothing much happened that day; we just collected things and dug holes.

As for the job of picking mushrooms?

Although mushrooms were delicious in the original owner's memory, this was not the time to indulge in gluttony.

He first scouted the locations, dug holes, and marked them according to his memory. Then he collected some sulfur and saltpeter before heading to Yu Xiucai's house.

Since Yu Xiucai wasn't home, he left his things at Yu Xiucai's house and then went to lie in Hua Xiaomei's coffin to cultivate the Great Sun Glazed Body.

They didn't start mixing and making gunpowder until night.

But Zhu Ge was still surprised when Yu Xiucai returned home.

"Why did you bring back so many mushrooms?!"