aircannonsinc Chapter 235: Cultivation
Chapter 235: Cultivation
While the man and the demon were talking about what humans are, Baalzebub was already stunned where he was. They were clearly speaking the same language, and she understood every word, but why did it give her such a headache to listen to them when they were put together?
"Wait, sisters, stop talking. My head hurts so much. I'm almost dying!" Baalzebub said weakly.
"Ah!" Bal turned around hurriedly and found that his sister was leaning against the wall and seemed to have been standing there for a long time.
Mo Ran said dimly, "Oh my, isn't this Baalzebub who left in anger because he couldn't have any sweets? Why is he coming back?"
"I... I saw you bullying my sister, so I came back to seek justice!" When Baalzebub said this, his cheeks seemed to be burning, but if he hadn't been so shameless, he would probably not have been able to stay.
Mo Ran was stunned, and Bal swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth. The two looked at each other, both with helplessness on their faces.
"Baalzebub, if you want to strike back, at least make up a better excuse. I'm a full body length away from your sister. How can I bully her without moving my hands or feet?" Mo Ran closed his eyes slightly, waiting to see how she would continue.
Baalzebub naturally chose to lie with his eyes open, and scolded: "You made my sister frown and relax at the same time. It must be because you said something abnormal! Ah, what are you doing?!"
Mo Ran put his finger on the girl's head and said, "I'm sorry, Bal, this child needs to be taught as soon as possible. It's only been a few days and she's already like this. What will happen in the future?"
The bent finger popped out, drawing a gorgeous line, and as it fell on Baalzebub's head, a very crisp and pleasant sound rang out, followed by a very painful "Ah!"
Bal watched quietly, his chin resting on the back of the chair, smiling as if it had nothing to do with him. After all, it was his sister who deserved it, so it was harmless to teach her a lesson.
Even Bal herself did not notice this change. If Mo Ran had not given her these books last night and taught her just now, she would not have been able to look at them and smile like this.
Baalzebub covered his head and saw his sister smiling broadly. He groaned, "Woo woo, sister, you're still smiling. I was almost beaten to death by him! Can you bear to be without a good sister like me to accompany you in the future? Can you bear to let him occupy you alone? You must..."
Before she finished speaking, Bal reached out and covered her mouth, because the dirty words she spoke were really unbearable to hear. Maybe he should let his sister read a book when he had time.
Mo Ran laughed a few times, walked out of the door, and said loudly: "You think too much, I have a family, and I don't want more backyards, one is enough!"
Balzebra pulled away her sister's hand and asked in confusion, "What does it mean to have a family?"
Bal explained, "It should mean that he has already married, but I only glanced at the books on etiquette, love and relationships when I was selecting them, and I didn't have time to read them in detail."
"Oh." Baalzebub nodded, and then asked, "So what he meant was that you are the family, but I don't covet my backyard, right?"
"Hey, tell me clearly, when will I agree to do it for you..."
Before she could finish her words, Baal covered her mouth. Although Baalzeb didn't quite understand the meaning of marrying a wife, he felt that it was right for his sister to leave her, so he struggled violently.
Seeing that she couldn't understand, Mo Ran could only explain: "I already had a wife before I met you, so I'm not talking about Bal!"
"Are you sure?" She struggled again. In Baalzebub's eyes, his sister was so perfect, and this man could not even look down on her.
"That's right!" Mo Ran said calmly. He didn't know how this usually stubborn Baalzebub, who seemed to have a dull brain, could always be good at such strange things.
Bal also didn't know where his sister's strange talent came from.
Mo Ran glanced at Dayang and said, "It's almost time. Let's get ready to start farming."
Bal nodded, closed the book gently, walked outside, looked at the ground, and asked, "What should we do? Didn't you say you were short of something yesterday?"
"It's true that we're still short of some things, but let's plant what can be planted first." Mo Ran took out a hoe and then tied up his wide sleeves, and did the same with the hem.
"One of the raw materials for making lotus cakes is flour, and flour requires growing wheat."
As he spoke, Mo Ran picked up the hoe, turned over the solid soil, then sowed the wheat seeds in the storage space and covered them with a thin layer of soil.
Bal looked at his behavior and couldn't help wondering, "Such soil and climate shouldn't be suitable for growing crops like wheat, right?"
"That's right, and it's best to soak the wheat seeds in advance to germinate, and then follow up with the use of fertilizers." Mo Ran said.
"Then why are you still working on this kind of soil? Shouldn't you find suitable land..." Bal's eyes flashed, and he remembered what this person said yesterday, and he suddenly understood.
The saying that they are not "woodcutters" but "strollers" in the mountains means that they do not have a strong purpose and follow their heart, but they cannot deviate from the essence.
In other words, Mo Ran will transform and bless this land, but will not directly ripen the crops. Everything still requires their cultivation.
Mo Ran looked at the gentle girl, handed her a bucket with a ladle in it, and asked, "Have you figured it out?"
Bal nodded slightly, took the bucket, scooped some water from the pool, walked to the future wheat field, and watered it to keep it moist. This is the content of the crop chapter in "The Essentials of Farming".
"I understand, but I still don't understand why they do this."
"There is a difference between talking about war on paper and charging into battle. Knowledge from books is certainly useful, but practice is also an indispensable part. For example, if you encounter an emergency in real life for the first time, you will inevitably be in a mess, and you need to rely on work experience to solve it."
Mo Ran leaned his elbow on the end of the hoe handle and continued slowly, "It seems that I can change the soil and make all crops suitable for planting. You didn't think of this before, right?"
"I really didn't expect it, but it seems that this problem cannot be solved by relying on experience." Bal saw that the cultivated fields had been irrigated, so he placed the bucket and ladle by the field for easy use next time.
Mo Ran touched his chin and smiled, "It's just an example. Of course, it won't be like this in the future."
While the man and the demon were farming, Baalzebub was having a lot of fun on the side. I don't know how she did it, but several bass in the pond were about to turn over and sink to the bottom.
Mo Ran and Bal, who were not far away, looked at each other, and walked silently behind her. Then one of them patted her on the shoulder and the other shouted.
Baalzebub did not show the reaction as imagined. He jumped into the pool without even a sign of being frightened. He looked very calm.
Because she knew very well that there were only three of them on the mountain, her sister would never harm her, and that person had no reason to harm her.
Her mind is much simpler than Bal's, and she is not as smart, but she possesses an indestructible persistence. Once she decides on something, she will do it. Even if there are countless demons blocking her way, even if the road is full of thorns, she will not look back and will not regret it.
"Sister, have the fields been planted? When can we eat the lotus cakes?" Baalzebub asked with a smile.
"It will take about three months, or about ninety days, for the wheat to germinate, grow, mature and be harvested to make flour." Bal smoothed his sister's hair and gently brushed off the weeds.
"It still takes so long." Baalzebub's face fell, and he looked at the man in black, actually starting to expect that he had a solution.
Mo Ran loosened the hem of his wide sleeves, put his hands together and said, "It's no use looking at me, the lotus cakes are all gone. If you want to eat this dessert, you can only wait!"
Baalzebub's pupils turned slightly, but he seized the loophole in Mo Ran's words and said, "Do you have other sweets?"
"Yes, yes, but I seem to have said today that I can't give it to you!" Mo Ran frowned slightly and pretended to be very distressed.
"I don't care. There are always exceptions. If it really...it really doesn't work, I'll do whatever you want me to do. Is that okay?" Whenever it comes to sweets, Baalzebub's mind becomes much clearer.
Although this point has only been around for a short time, it has already become deeply ingrained in Mo Ran and Bal's minds.
Mo Ran waved his hand and two more things fell down, a sapling and a shovel.
"Another ingredient of lotus cake is almond, and this tree is the almond tree."
Baalzebub looked at the man in black and said, "You, want me to plant trees?"
Mo Ran nodded slightly and said, "Didn't you say you would do whatever I ask you to do? Go ahead and plant some trees."
"Barr, in the Essentials of Farming, there should be a chapter on gardening techniques, right?"
"Yes." Bal walked to the field and picked up the bucket and answered.
"That's good. Bal, you guide her and help her practice her command skills. I'll go prepare some things that we'll need later." With that, Mo Ran walked to the side of Balzeb's house.
Of the two demons who stayed there, elder sister Baal was the first to speak: "Baalzebub, use a shovel to dig up the soil and dig it deeper. Otherwise, the roots of the almond tree are on the surface of the soil and it is easy to collapse and cause malnutrition, so it will only bloom but not bear fruit."
"Also, almond trees need soft, breathable soil. Turn over the soil around them."
"Sister, you really listen to him. Come and order me around." Baalzebub said impatiently, but his hands did not stop moving. After digging a hole about two feet deep, he turned over the soil within a few steps around it.
"Okay, now plant the saplings and fill them with soil. Remember not to pat it down with a shovel, otherwise all your efforts will be in vain." Bal said softly.
Baalzebub nodded slightly and worked carefully. The gaps in the pit were filled up little by little. Baal also poured some clean water on it. What happened next depended on this land.
Mo Ran finished his work in the distance, looked back at this scene, and said, "Well done!"
"Of course." Baalzebub threw the shovel beside the pool, trotted over to the man in black, and asked, "What were you doing next to my room?"
Mo Ran made way, revealing the rock elemental creature behind him. He tapped it twice with his fingers and said, "I'll create an object for you to use your force on."
"That's it?" Baalzebub looked at the motionless rock pillar that only occasionally flashed light, and asked again: "How many hits can this thing withstand from me?"
"Until you can completely smash it with one punch, this rock pillar will be eternal and indestructible!" Mo Ran said, and stepped back a few steps to let her try it herself.
"Hehe, you underestimate me too much!" Baalzebub clenched his right fist, making a crackling sound, and then punched straight forward.
After one punch, the rock pillar seemed to be completely unharmed, leaving only four small marks, and then it recovered to its original state in an instant.
Baalzebub was sent flying backwards by the huge recoil force. Mo Ran used some of his spiritual power to catch her, otherwise she would have fallen directly down the mountain.
"How does it feel?" Mo Ran pulled her back and put her in front of the rock pillar.
Baalzebul took a deep breath, and the shock in his eyes disappeared, leaving only the burning will to fight and a hint of excitement. It seemed that he had not yet had enough killing yesterday.
"I will definitely smash this thing!" Baalzebub punched down again, but was repelled. There were still only four small marks on the rock pillar, and then it recovered as before.
Mo Ran caught her again. From then on, Baalzebub did nothing but ask for sweets every day and stay in front of the rock pillar, punching it again and again, and being knocked away again and again.
As the days passed, the depression in the rock pillar became deeper and deeper, and the distance that Baalzebub was blown away became smaller and smaller.
And Bal was used to hearing his sister's cries and the roar of the rock pillars while he was reading or turning the soil.