Cultivation: Start with Inviting Gods

The winter is coming, but the weather is getting better.

Unconsciously, the winter that Jiang Nanhe disliked so much seemed to be over.

I don't know when it started, but the temperature in Qinshan gradually warmed up, and some green appeared in the surrounding mountains and forests. The small animals that hibernated originally have begun to come out and move around.

After several months of growth, Jiang Nanhe has grown a lot.

Although he still looks like a child, he can now walk on his own, which is incredible and abnormal.

But there is no way. Jiang Nanhe feels that if he can't learn to walk again, he may starve to death in this forest.

Since the sheep gave birth to the lamb, as Jiang Nanhe expected, his milk is not enough.

The main reason was that the lamb had a big appetite. Although Jiang Nanhe always ate first, he knew that the lamb didn't have enough milk.

If he ate every meal, the lamb would be hungry all day. In order to let the little guy survive the winter, Jiang Nanhe basically ate half full every time.

But Jiang Nanhe thought that it was good to have something to eat.

Although he was half full every time, he could survive. Later, he thought about it and felt that he still had to add some other food, so he asked the general to hold him and teach him to walk quickly.

After a winter, he had learned to walk, and walked very steadily.

This gave him some confidence to live in the mountains, although Jiang Nanhe also knew that his development progress was a little wrong.

But he had traveled through time, so who cared? The god of travel didn't give him a golden finger, nor did he reduce the difficulty of survival for him.

He was almost starving to death. If he didn't learn to go out and find food, he would be as thin as a skeleton.

Since learning to walk, Jiang Nanhe went out with the general to find some food.

However, what can be eaten in the mountains in winter? He tried his best, but he only found some insects hidden in the tree trunks and some small fish caught in the stream.

Fortunately, since he could walk, Jiang Nanhe explored the area on the top of Qinshan Mountain and found a wild taro field.

These wild taro grew in the corner of the top of Qinshan Mountain. No one picked them or touched them. Jiang Nanhe also saw the dry stalks they left behind and found that there should be some food there, so he dug some taro out with the help of the general.

After burying these taro in the soil for a while and digging them out, there were sweet and soft taro to eat.

Since the discovery of the taro field, the food of the sheep, the lamb and Jiang Nanhe has changed a lot. Jiang Nanhe is also glad in his heart that this thing can really save lives!

After they survived the winter, Jiang Nanhe felt that their future life would be much better. In the spring, everything would come back to life, and they could always find something to eat. At worst, they could eat wild vegetables every day.

After a winter, Jiang Nanhe felt that he had completed his own evolution and became a little wild man who could survive in the wild.

In addition to him growing up a lot, the lamb also changed a lot. Although this little guy was born later, he is now taller than Jiang Nanhe. It must be said that the genes of the lamb are still somewhat special.

What breeds are the lamb and the lamb? Jiang Nanhe didn't know. After all, the lamb was a ewe and had a pair of not too long horns on her head.

And the wool on its body was very soft and fluffy. It looked like a sheep, but its skeleton was very tall and looked like a goat. It looked quite cute overall.

The lamb was a little ram. Although it had only survived one winter, the horns on his head were almost as big as the lamb.

Even the lamb grew taller than Jiang Nanhe. Every time the little guy saw Jiang Nanhe, he would come to Jiang Nanhe excitedly and butt Jiang Nanhe with his newly grown horns.

Jiang Nanhe was fed up with him. The curiosity of the newborn kid was driving him crazy.

Although he knew that it was normal for lambs to have horns, he didn't have horns. He was not a real sheep.

Jiang Nanhe was still actively exploring how to survive in the wild, and the village at the foot of Qinshan Mountain was also quietly changing.

Logically speaking, it should be a busy time in spring.

After all, everything is revived, and the crops planted are beginning to grow. If they are not taken care of properly, the harvest may decrease.

But now the village is quiet, and few people go out to work. I don't know why.

The ancestral hall in the village is called an ancestral hall, but in fact it is just an idle cabin that no one uses.

At this time, many villagers gathered outside the ancestral hall. They looked

Sad, looking at the old men sitting at the door of the ancestral hall with a sad face.

These old men are the leaders of the village, and their faces are full of traces of the vicissitudes of time.

Their beards and hair have become gray, but in fact, they are not as old as their faces show, but the depression of life has made them like this.

There are three old men sitting at the door of the ancestral hall, one of them is holding a hoe in his arms, he is holding the hoe handle with one hand, and grinding the hoe with a stone in the other hand.

The sizzling sound is particularly clear at the door of the ancestral hall where the villagers gather.

Another old man frowned when he heard the sound.

"Third Master, can you stop grinding the stone? This sound makes people feel upset."

Listening to his words, the old man who was grinding the hoe did not stop.

"It's useless to be annoyed. Why don't you listen to the sound of me sharpening the hoe? What other solutions can you think of to solve the tax problem?

Who doesn't know? The official in our county has some connection with the bandits deep in the mountains?

We can't pay his sudden increase in taxes. Maybe he will send the bandits to destroy our village. I'm old, and I can rely on the hoe to exchange my life with others. I'm tired of living like this."

The old man who was sharpening the hoe with a stone paused for a moment, his face became more sad, but his eyes were particularly tough.

"After a while, let the young people in the village pack up their things and see if they can leave this county and flee to other places. I, an old man, will stay."

Listening to his words, another old man sitting in front of the ancestral hall also sighed for a while.

"Don't talk nonsense. If we really flee, what will we become? Will we become refugees?

What human rights do refugees have in this world? Where will they be caught? They will be slaves. If it doesn't work, let's think of a way to see if we can collect this year's tax for him?"

Hearing his words, the old man who was sharpening the hoe snorted again.

"Collect, what to collect? We have already paid taxes at the beginning of this year. At the end of the year, the county government office came to collect taxes again.

And it's 30% more than at the beginning of the year. It's just after winter!

Who can have surplus food at home? Isn't this killing people and forcing them to die? Everyone knows the situation in the village. Who can come up with this food and tax?"

The people present sighed when they heard his words. The various aspects of life were vividly displayed here.