Become a Taoist from a woodcutter

Chapter 31 Zizhi
Chu Jiang went into the mountain early. This time he brought two poles and a cloth bag.

He searched carefully in the forest and used a hatchet to clear away some areas covered by snow.

While picking up firewood, most of it was already wet, but there was nothing we could do.

It's been snowing for so long that it's really hard to find dry firewood.

He also deliberately went deeper. After all, he basically understood the woods he walked in before, and he had already taken away any good things.

He searched the woods one by one until the afternoon. He searched two or three woods and looked at the trees again and again, but he could not find any fruits or medicinal materials.

"Did I make a mistake in my analysis? It doesn't grow on trees?"

Chu Jiang frowned and said, "The fruit was supposed to be in the forest before, so isn't it the fruit this time?"

He thought about it, glanced around, and thought that maybe he had made a mistake.

It's not necessarily on the trees. There are a lot of rotten trees in the mountains, and some bugs will grow there. Could it be that the good omen this time is bugs?
Chu Jiang shuttled through the forest again, looking for dead wood.

There are many dead trees in the forest and they are covered with snow.

When he sees some unusual protrusions or depressions, he will also check them.

Among the rotten wood, there are many insect eggs and some hibernating insects.

Chu Jiang even took out two hibernating snakes. Unfortunately, they were a bit small, otherwise they could have been taken back to make snake soup.

Until evening, Chu Jiang came to a thick rotten tree and saw a protrusion, which pushed away the snow on it.

A purple Ganoderma lucidum is the size of a child’s head!
Zizhi!

Chu Jiang's breathing became rapid. Even in the previous life, Zizhi was a medicinal herb that strengthened muscles and bones and extended life.

The world is different now, and the effect of this purple zhizhi must be extraordinary.

Carefully pick off the purple mushroom and put it into a cloth bag.

He picked up two loads of firewood and went down the mountain.

When he got home, there were people waiting at the door, and Chu Jiang gave them firewood.

When he returned home, he started making soup. This Ganoderma lucidum was so big that he didn't dare to stew it all at once.

Only one-fifth of it is used. If you take too much, you will not be able to absorb it and it will only waste the power of the medicine.

As time passed, a unique aroma came out of the pot, making the pores of Chu Jiang's body relax.

After it was cooked, he couldn't wait to take a sip.

A stream of hot air rolls inside the body, spreading to the limbs and bones with the breath, tempering the body.

He drank it sip after sip, slowly refining the medicinal power of purple zhi.

It was not until late at night that all the power of the medicine was refined. My whole body was hot and energetic.

He felt that the strength in his body had increased a lot, even if it was only one-fifth, the improvement for him was obvious.

The heat is rolling, and even in the windy and snowy weather, I can't feel a hint of chill.

Checking the fortune, white light appeared in the north, south, east, and calm in the west, but a hint of gray air rose in the middle.

There are snowflakes in all directions, and there will be wind and snow tomorrow.

"I don't know when this snow will fall." Chu Jiang sighed quietly.

In the past, the other woodcutter would have wished the snow could last longer.

I am worried and wish it would be cold!

But now, no one wants to keep snowing for too long, they just want to stop it as soon as possible.

Wait until dawn and go into the mountains to collect firewood as usual.

He still had two loads of firewood, and he didn't go home until dark.

There were three people waiting at the door.

Chu Jiang looked at the person in front of the door and was stunned for a moment: "Manager Zhang, why are you here?"

A steward of Zhang Ji's store, the firewood he sells is delivered to Steward Zhang. "That's right, two loads of firewood." Manager Zhang smiled slightly and said, "I'm not thinking that you haven't been selling firewood for a few days, so I came to see if you are in trouble."

"Thank you for your concern, steward." Chu Jiang put down the firewood and said, "I'm fine, steward, would you like to go in for a cup of hot water?"

"You're welcome. I collected the firewood today. This is fifty cents." Manager Zhang took out a money bag and handed it to Chu Jiang.

Chu Jiang was stunned for a moment and said: "Manager Zhang, someone has already given me the deposit, why don't we deliver the firewood tomorrow?"

"Brother Jiang, the master is in a hurry. We just don't have firewood for cooking. If anyone is dissatisfied, just ask him to come find me." After Manager Zhang finished speaking, he called to the two boys beside him: "Pick it away."

Chu Jiang sighed softly: "Why should the manager embarrass me, a poor woodcutter? It belongs to the neighbors after all. If I leave a load, I can have an explanation with them."

"Do you still need me to speak clearly?" Manager Zhang's face darkened.

"How clear do you want to be?"

A cold voice sounded, and Chu Yingcai, who had a long knife hanging on his waist, came out of the darkness: "How about I talk to you?"

Manager Zhang sneered and said: "Who am I? It turns out that I am Er Lai Zi's little slave."

"If you say one more thing, I'll chop off your head!" Chu Yingcai's eyes were cold and he held the handle of the knife at his waist.

Manager Zhang's expression changed. He had no doubt that Chu Yingcai really dared to take action.

He immediately snorted coldly and said: "Chu Jiang, listen clearly, from now on only the Zhang family can sell firewood in this town!"

After saying that, he led the two people away in despair.

Chu Jiang glanced at Chu Yingcai: "Why are you here?"

"Brother Big Bear asked me to come. Zhang Ji raised the price of firewood to fifty cents per load. He knew that you were still selling firewood at the same price, so he guessed that something was going to happen."

Chu Yingcai said: "Brother, how about we kill him?"

Chu Jiang looked at him. There was no immaturity in Chu Yingcai's eyebrows. When it came to killing people, there was no panic or timidity at all, only indifference and coldness.

This kid seems to have killed someone before.

Chu Jiang did not answer his question, but asked: "Is the Zhang family so domineering now?"

"Very domineering." Chu Yingcai said in a low voice: "The Zhang family and Lin's shop have joined forces to suppress our Chu family."

"After all, it's the mud-legged guy in the ravine who is eyeing my two loads of firewood." Chu Jiang shook his head slightly.

"Brother, do you still collect firewood? Why not come with us to make a future? The world is already in chaos." Chu Yingcai said.

"The world is in chaos?" Chu Jiang looked at him: "Where is the chaos?"

"The county magistrate is dead." Chu Yingcai said in a low voice.

"What?" Chu Jiang was stunned: "Who is so bold?"

Chu Yingcai whispered: "Mummy, the county is in chaos. Xu Captou has returned to the county now. The entire Dongjiang Town is completely controlled by the three major shops."

Without the county magistrate, there are only a few arrests left. The arrests can no longer be suppressed.

During the conversation, two people came, buying firewood.

Chu Jiang gave them the firewood, and Chu Yingcai also left.

"I didn't expect that the county magistrate died like this. There were more than a dozen mummies in Benlei Martial Arts School in a short time. The other party's method of turning people into mummies should be quick and not time-consuming."

Chu Jiang thought: "What method can quickly turn a person into a mummy? Normal methods cannot be used, only some legendary magical methods."

"Could he really be a demon cultivator?"

Taking another fifth of the purple zhizhi to make soup, Chu Jiang could only think of the magic cultivator, but he would have to see it to know how to make it.

After drinking the purple zhi soup and refining the purple zhi power, it was already midnight.

After checking the fortune, it was calm in the west, white light appeared from three directions, and there was a bloody disaster, but at home, it was still unlucky.

"Hey, the good days haven't passed for two days yet."

After that, he put on his black clothes, put on his hat, and went out into the wind and snow.

(End of this chapter)