I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

    Not long after leaving the rice field, An Yinong was stopped halfway.

    "This donor, I see that you are full of yin, is there any inconvenience at home?"

    "Huh?"

    He held an umbrella and saw a young monk wearing a bamboo hat and a robe. There is a clear breeze and a bright moon between the monk's eyebrows, and there is a kind of refined monkhood.

    Monk? Insomnia?

    "Never inconvenience." He replied with a smile.

    There was no smile on the monk's face. He looked at An Yinong as if to see through everything: "Donor, people and ghosts have different paths. You are not the same people. Forcibly rubbing together can only harm others. already."

     You mean Gu Zhengzhong?

    "I don't quite understand the mage's words." An Yinong smiled, "I ask myself and act magnanimously. Is it some heinous fault?"

    The monk didn't expect An Yinong to be so straightforward, and he didn't think of making friends with aliens as anything strange. That's a monster!

    “Does the donor often have headaches and colds over the years?”

    An Yinong nodded, his health is not very good, but these small problems come and go quickly, and have no effect on life.

    Seeing him nodding, the monk admonished again: "This is all because of your close relationship with demons. There is nothing wrong with making friends with other creatures, but it is too much. If you continue, it will damage your life. "

    An Yinong bowed his head in silence for two minutes, then raised his head: "Can the Master calculate how long I can live?"

    "Can't."

    "So, the mage can know the future and avoid all disasters?"

    "No, but..."

    The monk wanted to say more, An Yinong raised his hand.

    "I like to study all night, does it hurt my life? I'm tired and sedentary, does it hurt my life? I like sweets without restraint, does it hurt my life? Others such as Daxi Great compassion, addicted to alcohol, addicted to beauty... all damage life expectancy, since there are so many things that damage life expectancy, what is the difference between one more and one less?"

    An Yinong smiled and looked very calm.

    In the past life, I have seen many beasts and human beings interact, and I have also witnessed countless creatures being persecuted to extinction by human beings, An Yinong's heart is not happy.

      order adversely affected.

     "Master, the pureness of the six senses is a monk, so why are you obsessed here?"

    The listening system held its face: "Wow! I didn't expect your host to have such sincere feelings for Gu Zhengzhong!" Is this still the host it knows?

      "

    The monk wanted to say more, An Yinong spoke first: "There is a saying in my hometown, 'Tomorrow and accidents, you don't know who will knock the door first', so I thank the Master for his kindness, I know what I'm doing."

    The monk sighed, his eyelids drooped and stopped talking. I don't know if he respected An Yinong's personal wishes or had other plans.

    "Speaking of which, the mage is waiting for me here on purpose?"

    "Yes, the poor monk has been here for a few days."

    Understood, this is because Gu Zhengzhong was not at home, so he came here. An Yinong always felt that his small days were peaceful, and it turned out that someone stopped this.

    "The hard-working mage has gone on this trip, but everyone has his own way. We are destined to see you again."

    An Yinong left with an umbrella, he said to the system in his heart: "Xiao Qi, look at this conversation, does it look like Xu Xian and Fa Hai?"

    The system was silent, and he couldn't find traces of 'Xu Xian' from the host.

    "Hey, it's like we have some shameful affair. How can the great monk be so vulgar? Pure friendship?

    "Ten thousand steps back, it's really not pure, that's because of your love and I want to not involve illegal crimes. Let's allow niche things to exist in this world."

    Gu Zhengzhong came back before it got dark. He was originally dressed in suffocating hands and stained with blood, but as soon as he approached the bamboo hut, he put away his sullen anger, slightly adjusted his clothes, and walked into the house with a smile.

    "Are you back?" An Yinong, who was cleaning the tea set, looked back and smiled.

    Familiar house, familiar people, Gu Zhengzhong suddenly felt that all the things that others did not understand had meaning, this is his home, this person is his home.

    "I brought your favorite dessert."

    "Exactly, I made a pot of tea."

    After half a month, An Yinong packed his luggage and carriage, and was going to the county school. He invited the respected old people in the village to come over. One was the chief of the three surnames in the village, the other was the village chief, and the third was the third mother-in-law who taught the village girls to raise silkworms.

    The rest of the villagers didn't know what he was going to do, so they followed him curiously.

    There, Uncle He's family is already harvesting rice, threshing rice and fishing for fish.

    "I have been raising fish in the field for two years. The elders asked me about it last year, and I just said that I will try it for another year and see. Look, this is the result of the second year."

    An Yinong asked them to see the rice and fish produced in their fields.

    Compared with the rice produced in other nearby paddy fields, his rice is obviously fuller. There are even more fish, one acre can actually catch hundreds of catties, and each one is fat and oily, which is no worse than that raised in that pond.

    The villagers are illiterate and can't count, but they have a scale in their hearts. For the same acre of land, An Yi Nong's paddy field has at least ten kilograms more rice than others, and even raised fish in an acre of ponds at the same time.

    Don't underestimate these ten kilograms of grain and a hundred kilograms of fish. One mu is ten kilograms, and ten acres is more than one hundred kilograms. The accumulation of time is a huge sum of money.

    As long as there are paddy fields at home, almost everyone is moved.

    "The fish in the paddy fields, I raise them like pond fish, and they can eat them all year round. The fish eat weeds and bugs in the water. If this is not enough, just chop them up. Some fish grass, mixed with fish, insects, and silkworm sand are scattered into the fields.

    "The fish eat these to excrete feces, and they can fertilize the fields, so the rice grows well."

    An Yinong walked slowly on the ridge, and fishes sprang up wherever he walked, like welcoming a king. He walked all the way to the end of the ridge, and the warm sunlight shone on him, blurring people.

    "This method is 'farming fish in deep water', I want to teach you, do you have any ideas?"

    In a few days.

    An Yinong is about to leave Sanjin Village and go to study in the county. His car is full of gifts from villagers, including pickled cabbage and dried fish. , there are home grown fruits, home grown vegetables, and many eggs.

    The villagers also sent him all the way to the intersection of the main road.

    An Yinong lifted the bamboo curtain of the carriage to say goodbye to everyone. The people who saw him off stood there in darkness.

    Sanjin Village is mostly a deep paddy field, which does not dry up after harvesting rice in winter. An Yinong said that it can be raised in winter. .

    Actually, An Yinong wrote all the methods summed up in two years as a booklet and gave it to the village, and the literate people in the village taught him. But the villagers were more willing to ask him and listen to him explain the steps carefully.

    This time when he wants to leave, the villagers of several villages who have received his favor will send him. Although it was a slack time for farming, it was a rare thing for so many people to send him a ride on their own.

    Gu Zhengzhong leaned lazily against the soft pillow, his fan covering half of his face. His eyes turned deep red, and when he looked at An Yinong again, he saw a faint golden edge.

    An Yinong felt this sight and thought that Gu Zhengzhong was uncomfortable because of the sunlight. He stretched out his hand to put down the bamboo curtain on the carriage, and leaned over, the golden light also spread to Gu Zhengzhong's Brings a long-lost warmth to him.

    "A virtuous person, a person who does good deeds, his grace can protect those who are close to him." Gu Zhengzhong remembered this sentence, and the corner of his lips hooked up under the fan.

    But when he looked down and saw a cloud of black mist, Gu Zhengzhong's smile faded again.

    Five years ago, he just chose to keep up with it because he thought it was interesting. At that time, Gu Zhengzhong thought that he would feel bored and leave after watching it for a few days or ten days. Who knew he would stay here for five years.

    He has always been restrained, and this is the first time in more than two hundred years that he has indulged himself.

    There are many vulgar and ignorant people in the world. A person like An Yinong was the one he found after searching for more than two hundred years.

    It was also because of his heart that Gu Zhengzhong's mood became complicated.

    For more than 200 years, I have never heard of ghosts and human beings. It seems that they are always attracting and hurting each other.

    "Yu—" The coachman pulled the reins, stopped the horse, and the carriage shook. The coachman scolded outside, "Monk, why did you stop in the middle of the road? I almost hit you. "

    "Amitabha, the poor monk is here because he has something to say to the donor."

    A former monk? Just as An Yinong was about to make a move, Gu Zhengzhong stopped him: "I'm here to tell him that we are old friends."

    An Yinong Xin said that Gu Zhengzhong probably did not know that he had seen a monk, and was persuaded to 'cong Liang': "Is it okay? He is a monk."

    "This monk is also a righteous person. I didn't kill anyone at will, and I won't have a conflict with him."

    An Yinong nodded in agreement, and Gu Zhengzhong and the monk left.

    "How can this monk be inexplicable, he came to call my boss, but he left." The driver only saw the monk leaving, and he felt puzzled.

    "Uncle Zhong, let's take a break by the road."

    "Yes."

    After waiting in place for less than five minutes, Gu Zhengzhong came back with a worried look on his eyebrows, not knowing what the monk said.

    "Uncle Zhong, enough rest, let's go."

    The carriage continued to sway forward, and An Yinong closed his eyes and rested on the soft pillow. He didn't ask what they said, and he didn't show curiosity.

    Gu Zhengzhong knows that he is this character, maybe some people think he is too indifferent, but Gu Zhengzhong thinks it is a kind of trust.

    The monk talked to him a lot, and the other Gu Zhengzhong didn't care. There were only two things that he listened to.

    "His Royal Highness was all Yin before his death, and even with the support of a mage, he could not live to thirty. Then, at twenty-eight, His Highness died for the country with hatred. The suffocating qi that was absorbed by yin and yang has become what it is today. Therefore, the suffocating energy on His Highness is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

    "You can still make up for the loss with the treasures of heaven and earth, and the two will be more involved in the future. I'm afraid that person will die young, even if you take the elixir, it won't help."

    "However, if Your Highness has a more intimate relationship with him, it will not only damage his body, but also damage the fate of his descendants. Want to see it?"

    Gu Zhengzhong knows that the ghost qi that escapes from himself is the harm to human beings, so he often seeks the heaven and earth to feed him. And An Yinong himself is also a virtuous person, so it has no influence at present.

    He just didn't expect that if he wanted to go further, it would damage his descendants.

    "Being afflicted with all kinds of diseases, cutting off sons and no grandchildren..." Gu Zhengzhong recited the words like a curse, and looked at An Yinong again, "How can I let him suffer like this?"