"You said that you have been a statue of gods for thousands of years, and no matter what, you are one of the 365 gods. Why don't you know how to study hard? How great would you think if you learn sword-controlling techniques?

Although we, as the land god, have good fortune and good deeds and are not responsible for fighting, it is good to use it to harvest crops?

The sword light flew, and the ended two swishes.

Then use it to sweat like now, working in the sun?”

Zhang Lang lay on the roof of the Land Temple, looking at the blue sky, muttering in his heart.

Under the Land Temple, a group of monkeys are sweating profusely and harvesting rice.

Yes, as a god, how could you be unfair to yourself?

Zhang Lang is holding on to the monkey group.

As the Monkey King, the Golden Retriever leads his monkeys and grandchildren to be busy in the rice fields.

Not to mention, the golden retriever that evolved into a spirit beast is still very capable. He led the monkey group that evolved into a semi-spirited beast, and it was very quick to cut rice.

Not only are they cut, but they will also be bundled and packed into pieces.

Well, in fact, it is not just about harvesting rice, from seedling cultivation to transplanting rice, and the weeding in the middle, all of which are done by golden retrievers and their descendants.

The price is a ray of incense for each monkey involved in the work.

As for letting Zhang Lang work, a joke!

I am a god, a land father-in-law, I am responsible for blessing you, and blessing you gods with abundant grains and prosperous animals.

When have you ever seen a god do work in person?

In Zhang Lang's words, this is called the rational use of resources.

Give the monkey a chance to perform and improve himself.

Seeing that the weather was getting hotter, Zhang Lang stood up and shouted, "Golden Retriever, let your monkeys eat some fruit, let's rest for a while!"

As he said that, Zhang Lang threw out more than a dozen blood peaches.

The golden retriever and its children and grandchildren jumped and took the blood peach, squeaking happily, and eating happily.

In fact, these blood peaches were also supplied to Zhang Lang from the golden retriever.

But simple monkeys don’t think so. They only think that Zhang Lang is a good person and a generous god. They not only give them the incense aura that can promote their evolution, but also their favorite peaches.

After eating the peaches, Zhang Lang asked the monkey group to take the initiative to pick up the sickle and continue to harvest the rice.

Zhang Lang secretly planned how much it would be appropriate to expand the rice fields next year.

One acre of land can earn two thousand kilograms of rice, and ten acres of land can only earn twenty thousand kilograms of rice. Their family can only eat at most five or six kilograms of rice a day, and it is amazing, and it is less than two thousand kilograms a year.

But he couldn't resist the fact that he raised a group of big eaters.

Gold, wolf guards, big flowers and small flowers, as well as descendants of gold and wolf guards, have become vegetarian animals since they tasted the rice planted by Zhang Lang.

I didn't give them food for a day, and I screamed in a hurry.

Zhang Lang controlled more than 100 spirit beasts and half spirit beasts, and then controlled them. He also consumed forty or fifty kilograms of rice a day. The rice harvested last year was just over today.

Otherwise, Zhang Lang would not have left a mess in the village and came to harvest rice specifically.

If he doesn't harvest, not only a group of animals at home will be cut off.

If you are used to eating mountain god rice containing spiritual energy, and eating other foods, even the delicacies of mountains and seas will be like chewing wax.

The poor tits were still flying around Zhang Lang's rice fields, chirping and jealous.

But I didn't know that just like their idea of ​​hitting Zhang Lang's rice fields, Zhang Lang started to hit their ideas again.

It was almost noon, so Zhang Lang stood up and left the rice fields. Anyway, the golden retriever was working, and it was the same whether he looked at it or not.

As a good man from the Gu family, Zhang Lang is going to prepare lunch for his wife and children.

Catch two fat-headed fish from the bubbles on the edge of the swamp, and catch a black goat from the valley, and the vegetables are available at noon.

It is worth mentioning that the black goat is specially stocked in the valley by Zhang Lang.

Now the old flower has become Zhang Lang's shepherd tiger, and is specifically responsible for helping Zhang Lang's sheep.

These black goats are unusual and are originally very good goat breeds. Zhanglang in the valley has specially grown a large piece of epimedium to feed black goats.

Epimedium can nourish kidney yang, strengthen muscles and bones, eliminate rheumatism, and regulate qi and blood.

Black goat meat also has the effects of replenishing body deficiency, nourishing kidney qi, nourishing body weakness, helping Yuanyang, and improving essence and blood.

Black goats that have been eating epimedium for many years can be said to have better results, and their meat becomes more delicate and nutritious.

Especially the epimedium in this valley is specially cultivated by Zhang Lang, and it has a hint of spiritual energy. The black goats grown up with such epimedium also have a hint of spiritual energy in their meat.

Eat one fish twice, and stew the fat head fish's head soup, which is the best for brain-tonifying and braised fish body.

The black goat, slaughter it clean, make cumin lamb, and then roast lamb legs and honey lamb chops.

Four dishes and one soup, and the freshly baked rice was stuffed into a pot, and the four of them had enough.

"Dad! Why does the statue of the god in the mountain temple have a deer head?" Zhang Lang was also helping with the help of his son when he was cooking.

He helped him and chased his butt and asked questions.

Now, except when you are sleeping, the little guy prefers to follow Zhang Lang at other times.

First, he is used to it, and second, Zhang Lang can tell him many strange stories, which Tang Feifei will never be able to compare with.

"Because the mountain god was a sika deer before he became a god! In order not to forget his origin, he kept his head."

"Then who built this mountain temple? Was it built by the Sika deer himself?" Zhang Qi tilted his head and thought for a while, and continued to ask.

"It was built by a hunter who entered the mountain. Because after the Sika Deer became a mountain god, he helped the hunter, so the hunter built this mountain temple for him to be grateful to the Sika Deer."

"But! Aren't hunters hunting sika deer? Why do sika deer still help hunters?"

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Zhang Lang was asked, where did this naughty child come from so many questions?

"Because the sika deer is a god, the gods can get the hunter's gratitude by helping the hunter. Look, the hunter not only built a mountain temple for the sika deer, but also often burned incense for him." Zhang Lang held it in for a long time before he organized what his son could understand and explained to him.

"What's the use of burning incense? Our village also has a land temple, and the grandparents in the village also burn incense every day! Have the gods of the land temple also helped them?"

"Yes! The Land Master helped them to harvest more grains and make the vegetables they grow more delicious! That's why they are grateful to the Land Master!" Zhang Lang felt once again that it was not a good thing that his son was too smart.

"Okay, son! You're going to have dinner soon. Go to your mother's place and help your father take the bowl!" Zhang Lang hurriedly instructed his son to start working without waiting for his son to continue asking questions.
Chapter completed!