Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 98 Future Planning (Please Subscribe)

At the summit of Qinglu Mountain, the setting sun dyed the clouds golden red.

Riding on the back of a wild boar, Yue'er gestured to the nine wild boars in front of her, saying, "You, stand a little to the left, make sure the row is neat!"

Jiang Fu'an walked slowly out of the courtyard, accompanied by the crocodile that had grown to more than two meters long.

Seeing them from afar, Yue'er raised her arm and waved vigorously: "Father, I've called them all here, what do you want to discuss?"

Jiang Fu'an approached, and Zi Guang scanned each of the ten mountain boars one by one.

These guys' auras had all reached the peak of the early stage of the first rank, and the fangs protruding from the corners of their mouths gleamed coldly in the sunset.

If three or five of them were to charge at the same time, even a cultivator at the mid-stage of Qi Refining would have to turn tail and flee.

He raised his voice a few decibels and announced clearly: "From now on, this land of Qinglu Mountain, as well as the spiritual plants we are about to plant, will be of great value."

"I hope that when you are active in these mountains, you will pay more attention and help protect our common home."

"If anyone is found to have trespassed, they should be driven away immediately."

"If the other party dares to resist, do not be polite; kill them if necessary."

Now that Qinglu Mountain's reputation is gradually spreading, those rogue cultivators with ulterior motives might sneak up the mountain to steal chickens and dogs at any time.

He didn't want to repeat the Wang family's mistake, having the spiritual soil he had painstakingly cultivated stolen.

After hearing this, Yue'er immediately bent down, leaned close to the big ear of the boar that was sitting down, and whispered to it to discuss it.

Jiang Fu'an lowered his head and looked at the lazy-looking crocodile at his feet, instructing, "You too, don't just lie by the water in a daze all the time. Get up and move around more, and help keep an eye on what's happening on the mountain."

The crocodile, whose eyes had been half-closed, slowly opened them, paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting that it would have a mission.

It is naturally quiet and loves to bask in the sun and nap. When it heard that it was to "move around more", it reluctantly patted the ground with the tip of its tail.

But it dared not disobey its master's orders and finally nodded slowly.

At this time, Yue'er had also finished discussing the matter.

She straightened up, a smile spreading across her face: "Dad, the wild boars have all agreed to protect this mountain from now on!"

Jiang Fu'an nodded and added, "Yue'er, you should also have the Fiery Eagle take off and patrol around the mountain regularly."

"If you discover a powerful enemy, notify me or Stone immediately. Do not act on your own."

"Father, don't worry, I know. You focus on your cultivation, leave Qinglu Mountain to me!"

As Yue'er spoke, she suddenly remembered something: "However, I still have too few spirit beasts at my disposal. The whole mountain is so big, I can't take care of them all."

"Father, could you raise more?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fu'an also felt that it made sense.

With just these dozen or so spirit beasts, it would be a real challenge to defend the entire mountain.

He nodded readily: "That's easy. I'll go and tell your older sister to bring back more Firehawk eggs next time she comes home."

"In addition, you can also urge the wild boars to have more litters."

"We have plenty of space on the mountain; we can afford to raise them."

After giving his instructions, he looked up at the sky.

The setting sun had sunk below the distant mountain ridge, leaving only a dark red hue on the horizon.

He turned and walked towards the courtyard, pondering to himself:

Tonight I should cook for myself and see if the "food therapy" works.

The kitchen was already lit up with warm yellow lights.

Miao Ruolan was placing a basket of spiritual vegetables on the wooden table, while Su Wanqing was scooping water to wash rice by the stove.

Both of them were taken aback when Jiang Fu'an entered.

Miao Ruolan wiped her hands and asked in surprise, "What? You just came out of seclusion, and you're cooking again?"

Su Wanqing also stopped what she was doing, her gaze falling on his face with confusion.

In this world, cooking is mostly a woman's job.

Moreover, Jiang Fu'an is now a cultivator, and in their view, he should not get involved in such trivial matters.

Jiang Fu'an had already prepared his explanation and calmly said, "A few days ago, I flipped through some books related to spiritual cooking and came across a recipe that said it could be used to heal hidden injuries through dietary therapy."

"From now on, you just need to prepare the ingredients for me; leave the cooking to me."

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were not unfamiliar with the method of dietary supplementation, but its effects were often so weak as to be difficult to detect.

What made them hesitate was that their husbands actually intended to cook every day.

Su Wanqing couldn't help but gently advise, "Husband, you can just guide us from the side, why do you have to do it yourself?"

"You are now a cultivator, your status is different from before—"

Jiang Fu'an laughed and said, "Cooking for one's wife and children is a matter of course, regardless of status."

Seeing that the two were about to speak, he changed the subject: "Ruolan, I plan to plant a batch of black bamboo on Qinglu Mountain to make talisman paper."

"Is it alright to entrust this matter to your Miao family?"

Miao Ruolan's attention was immediately diverted. Her eyes lit up and she exclaimed with delight, "Really? Now that Qinglu Mountain has a spiritual vein, even though the Black Joint Bamboo is a first-tier spiritual plant, it doesn't have high requirements for spiritual energy. It will definitely survive!"

"Rest assured, my lord, leave this matter to us Miao people. We will definitely handle it properly."

Jiang Fu'an nodded and continued, "In addition, we will have to trouble you Miao people to bring out a group of people who can make paper from black bamboo."

"I plan to make talismans our main business from now on, and we will be producing them in large quantities in the future."

Miao Ruolan nodded repeatedly, a smile playing on her lips: "This is a good method. I heard that in the early years, our Miao family also rose to prominence by relying on talismans."

The three of them talked without stopping their work.

Because the effects of "food therapy" are directly related to the quality of the dishes, Jiang Fu'an makes them with extra care.

Before long, several steaming hot dishes were served.

The steamed soft-shelled turtle was as white as jade, the garlic-flavored pork slices glistened with oil, the stir-fried vegetables were vibrant green, and a bowl of milky white bone broth was placed in the middle, its aroma irresistible.

Everyone sat down around and praised the dishes as soon as they saw them.

Yue'er couldn't contain herself any longer. She picked up a piece of pork jerky and stuffed it into her mouth, her eyes instantly narrowing into crescent moons: "Delicious!"

He Miao turned her head to look at Jiang Fu'an, and asked curiously, "Dad, why have you taken to cooking these days?"

Jiang Fu'an explained with a smile, "This is a prescription that my father learned from an ancient remedy. It is said to be able to slowly heal the hidden injuries that have accumulated in the body over the years."

"Eat more and see if you feel any better."

The seedlings and the stone looked at each other and immediately understood.

This meal was specially prepared for them by their father.

The two felt a warmth in their hearts and said in unison, "Thank you, Dad!"

The meal was eventually cleaned up completely.

However, after putting down his chopsticks, Jiang Fu'an checked himself and found that the erysipelas in his body had not been resolved in the slightest.

He quietly brought up the data panel, and sure enough, the lifespan loss figure on it remained unchanged.

Just as he was feeling a little disappointed, He Miao and Shi Tou said confidently, "Dad, it really works! After eating it, I feel warm all over and very comfortable!"

Jiang Fu'an was taken aback at first, then he understood.

The two children were saying this on purpose so as not to disappoint him.

He merely smiled slightly and did not expose the truth.

If it doesn't work the first time, then try it ten times, or a hundred times.

He believed that it would eventually work.