Eating big melon is so refreshing

On a bright afternoon, the sun is like a gentle golden paintbrush, lightly painting the earth with a warm glow.

The mature cornfield is like a golden ocean. They are arranged in neat rows, and each corn stalk is like a mast in the sea, standing tall among the waves.

The breeze blew, and the corn leaves swayed gently with the wind, making a rustling sound, like the sound of waves hitting the shore, one after another. The golden waves shone in the sunlight, sometimes surging, sometimes calm, showing the infinite charm of nature.

The air is filled with the unique aroma of ripe corn, a gift from Mother Earth. This aroma makes people feel relaxed and happy, as if they can smell the fragrance of the soil, feel the warmth of the sun, and experience the joy of labor.

"Oh my God!" A white-haired elder of the tribe couldn't help but exclaimed, his hands trembling as he held a thick corn cob, his eyes shining with disbelief.

"Am I dreaming? I have never seen this kind of grain before." Another elder's face was full of surprise and confusion. In his memory, there had never been such an amazing harvest. Such a scene was like a scene from a myth.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? You'll know after taking a bite." Zhao Xi said it in such a simple and rough way. He took action instead of just thinking. He peeled a golden corn kernel from the corn cob, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully. The sweet corn kernels brought a satisfied smile to his face.

The barren land of Zhaojia Village has always been a big stone in the hearts of the villagers. Even if potatoes are planted per acre, the yield is at most 1100 kilograms.

However, right here on Phoenix Mountain, right inside the formation, the corn planted miraculously yielded nearly 3000 kilograms per acre, almost three times as much as potatoes!

How could the men present not go crazy? Corn is obviously much more delicious than potatoes. They could eat it for a hundred years without getting tired of it!

"Oh my God! This is a treasure land given to us by God!" The person who said this was the elder of Hejia Village, an old man in his 70s. He could only walk tremblingly with a cane, but he insisted on climbing up the mountain. His youngest son and eldest grandson had to follow him.

"This is a formation. Do you see the talismans all around?" Wan Zi didn't want anyone to take advantage of this Feng Shui treasure land for free. He said, "I reinforce the formation's barrier every month. Otherwise, the wild beasts in the mountains would have eaten up all the crops in the fields long ago!"

He Yunpeng was glad that he had come along. He saw it as a rich corn cob and said, "Brother Wanzi, is your Xiao Qiuer a talisman master?"

"He can make pills and draw talismans. He said that this formation existed before, and he just strengthened the power of the seal based on the previous one."

Wan Zi had no time to waste, and acted as if he was in a hurry. "Hurry up and harvest the corn. The power of the talisman is rapidly weakening and will disappear in two days. Brother Qingshan, use the loudspeaker to call all the idle people in the village to come up the mountain. Hurry!"

Village chief Zhao Qingshan's face changed when he heard this. He immediately took out the small loudspeaker in his arms and shouted to the people at the foot of the mountain.

"Listen to me, fellow villagers. The corn on Phoenix Mountain needs to be harvested. Time is running out. Please put down your work and go up the mountain to help immediately!

"The village chief's voice exploded over the village through the loudspeaker, and his call could be heard in every corner.

"What is corn?"

"do not know."

Who has nothing better to do than grow crops on Phoenix Mountain? Isn't he afraid that wild beasts will eat all the crops?

More than thirty men, some holding sickles and some holding carrying poles, quickly formed a team and headed towards Phoenix Mountain.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

The honest man didn't know how to describe the shock in his heart except "wow". The corn field in the formation was less than two acres, and the harvest was nearly 6000 kilograms. Is this a crop from the gods?

"How do you eat this corn?" someone couldn't help but ask, mainly because he also wanted to take a bite.

"You can cook the whole corn cob and eat it, or break off the corn kernels and stir-fry them for cooking or stewing. Boiled corn silk can be used as medicine." Wan Zi saw what many people were thinking and added at the end, "You can't eat it raw, or you'll have diarrhea."

There is strength in numbers. In less than half an hour, baskets of corn were carried to the center of the square, attracting a large crowd of onlookers.

"What is this?"

"corn!"

"3000 catties per mu? Are you wrong?" Potatoes are the most productive, and even the best fields produce less than 1500 catties per mu. The land on Phoenix Mountain is similar to the land in the village, so it is absolutely impossible to have such a high yield!

"village head!"

"Shitou is right. The corn planted in the formation on Phoenix Mountain yields about 3000 kilograms per mu." Village chief Zhao Qingshan said calmly, "In addition to applying fertilizer, the most important thing is that talismans are needed to reinforce the seal every month. The cheapest talisman for such a small one costs at least 100 coins, and the most expensive ones cost at least 100 taels of silver."

The bustling square suddenly fell silent. It was no secret that talismans were expensive. They were only sold in the provincial capital, and people in the county town simply could not afford them.

To draw talismans, one must not only have an innate talent and be able to sense the flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth, but also be well-read in poetry and books to have a profound literary spirit. Only in this way can the talismans they draw contain powerful power and have the effect of deterring evil spirits and protecting living beings.

Talented people who can draw talismans are extremely rare. In the era when the imperial examination system was prevalent, the lowest requirement was to obtain the title of scholar, which meant that people in Washington not only had to be proficient in the art of talismans, but also had to have solid literary and moral cultivation.

The value of a talisman lies not only in the materials used and the complexity of the production process, but also in the effort and wisdom of the talisman drawer. Every time you draw a talisman, you need to concentrate your mind, mobilize the breath of your whole body, use the pen and ink as the medium, and integrate your willpower and strength into it.

This process is both physically and mentally exhausting, so a successful talisman is often accompanied by a huge price. Due to the scarcity and importance of a talisman, its price naturally rises.

Talismans were already scarce during the peaceful years, and when the millennium catastrophe approached, the price of talismans doubled, and it was almost impossible to find one.

Xiao Qiulin used talismans to strengthen the magic to plant corn. It seemed like he was a prodigal son, but the other person knew how to draw talismans, and the corn he planted was not for himself, so he could only envy him.

"Erlang, the agreed 2000 kilograms of corn belong to you, and the rest will be divided equally among our families." Wanzi represented Xiao Qiulin and had the most say. "This is limited to the people of Zhaojia Village. You can choose whether to plant corn or potatoes next year. However, if corn is planted in an ordinary field, one acre can only produce 300 kilograms at most."

Only fools grow corn, keep growing potatoes!