Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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Opening his eyes, Ling Yi looked at the familiar log beams and thatched roof, his young brows slightly furrowed, as if burdened with heavy thoughts.

The sound of laundry being washed, which he had heard earlier, was now gone. Ling Yi knew that Mother had gone next door to help Elder Brother and Sister-in-law, who were Uncle and Aunt from Ling Yi's family, with household chores.

Aunt, in this case, could also be considered Ling Yi's aunt, the eldest sister of Father Ling Xiaoshan.

Zhang Dahé had called Uncle Ling Changqing 'Uncle Changqing' since childhood. After marrying, his respect only grew, but he still called him by the same name, adhering to the habit from his childhood.

The relationship between the Ling and Zhang families was complex, yet simple.

The Ling family's eldest daughter, Ling He, married the Zhang family's eldest son, Zhang Dahé, three years ago. A year ago, the Zhang family's youngest daughter, Zhang Xiaoyu, married the Ling family's youngest son, Ling Xiaoshan.

To describe it using a term from Ling Yi's past life in the countryside, it was an 'exchange marriage.'

The villagers were poor and could not afford much dowry or bride price. When adult children needed to marry, they sometimes had to resort to such arrangements.

The Ling and Zhang families had been through this for generations.

Of course, it wasn't always between the Ling and Zhang families.

In the surrounding seven or eight villages, there were relatives of the Ling family. As for the Zhang family, they had migrated from another village over two hundred miles away during the grandfather's generation.

From a bloodline perspective, although the Zhang family had settled for three generations with no significant wealth, their children were highly sought after in the surrounding areas.

It was only because Zhang Dahé and his siblings had grown up with Ling Xiaoshan and his sister, forming a close bond, that the Ling family could benefit from such an arrangement.

To put it another way, in the nearby villages, the majority of awakened Martial Souls were worthless plants like 'Blue Silver Grass,' 'Climbing Vine,' and 'Morning Glory.'

However, Zhang Dahé, his grandfather, and his father all had a 'Hoe' Martial Soul!

Although they lacked Spiritual Power, their efficiency in plowing fields was more than twice that of ordinary people!

Well, that wasn't the main point.

The main point was that this was a world with 'Martial Souls'!

'Martial Souls—' Ling Yi turned his head to look at the shelf by the bed.

There, on the shelf, sat a cracked clay bowl. Inside the bowl was a pale blue grass, its leaves drooping slightly, seemingly not yet adapted to its new environment.

This was what Ling Yi had obtained from Ling Xiaoshan last night, after learning about Martial Souls, Blue Silver Grass, and the Douluo Continent from his parents' conversation.

As for how he got it...

Last night, during dinner.

"Who knows if Xiao Bao can inherit the Zhang family's 'Hoe' Martial Soul," Ling Xiaoshan said wistfully.

Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes flashed with a hint of sadness, but she softly replied, "He should be able to. Although my mother and I have 'Blue Silver Grass' Martial Souls, from my grandfather to my father and second uncle, and my eldest brother, they all have 'Hoe' Martial Souls. It seems that as long as it's a male, they should inherit it..."

"Sigh—" Ling Xiaoshan sighed, shaking his head slightly. "In our Ling family, going back seven or eight generations, almost all have awakened 'Blue Silver Grass' Martial Souls. Only our great-grandfather's generation had a 'Morning Glory' Martial Soul, which was also a useless one..."

"In the surrounding villages, over the past few decades, only two people have been born with innate Spiritual Power. They left and never returned, so we don't know what the rest of the Douluo Continent is like..."

Hearing this, even without additional information or evidence, Ling Yi was over 99% certain:

He had been transported to the world of the Douluo Continent!

As for the remaining 1%...

Perhaps this was a large-scale real-life film set, like 'The Truman Show'?

'Firstly, from the family environment and the fact that Martial Souls can still awaken, it's most likely around the time of the first Douluo era. At the very least, it's definitely before the second Douluo era...'

Ling Yi, while paying attention to his parents' conversation, pondered in his mind:

'Then, both parents have 'Blue Silver Grass' Martial Souls?'

'Furthermore, the maternal side of the family has the potential to awaken 'Hoe' Martial Souls?'

'Even a 'Sickle' Martial Soul would be better...'

'From the situation, it seems that the Martial Soul I will awaken in the future will most likely be the Ling family's ancestral 'Blue Silver Grass' Martial Soul.'

Thinking about this, Ling Yi's brows furrowed. 'Most importantly, going back seven or eight generations, there hasn't been a single person on the paternal side with innate Spiritual Power. On the maternal side, starting from Grandfather Zhang Qiang's father, the old man who migrated here, there hasn't been a single person with innate Spiritual Power either...'

'So, my starting point is almost nothing, is it?'

'The family, poor and humble!'

'Martial Soul, truly a useless 'Blue Silver Grass' Martial Soul!'

'Spiritual Power, 99% non-existent!'

'Then, what about the typical golden finger that a transmigrator usually gets?'

'System? Space? Inheritance? Old Grandpa?...'

After a series of mental calls, Ling Yi, as expected, came up empty.

Just then, the parents' conversation about daily matters came to an end. Feeling the hunger in his stomach, Ling Yi called out loudly, as he was accustomed to.

While skillfully sucking on his dinner, Ling Yi's eyes were fixed on Ling Xiaoshan, who was sitting beside him.

Zhang Xiaoyu, feeling a bit shy under Ling Xiaoshan's gaze, was about to ask him to stop when she saw Ling Yi reaching out to Ling Xiaoshan, his little fingers grabbing and gesturing.

Perhaps it was a mother's intuition, Zhang Xiaoyu followed Ling Yi's gaze and saw the 'Blue Silver Grass' leaf in Ling Xiaoshan's mouth. She gently stroked Ling Yi's sparsely-haired little head and asked softly, "Xiao Bao, do you want Dad's 'Blue Silver Grass'?"

Hearing this, Ling Yi sucked harder, his big, round eyes blinking and his brows curved into a smile.

"Hey!" Ling Xiaoshan was surprised and delighted. "My Xiao Bao can actually understand! What a smart little treasure!"

With that, he took the 'Blue Silver Grass' leaf, which he had chewed a third of, from his mouth and handed it to Ling Yi.

Ling Yi seemed even happier, sucking vigorously and waving the pale blue grass with his little hand.

Seeing this, both Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Xiaoyu were beaming with joy.

The baby's appetite was limited, and in this short time, Ling Yi's little tummy was already full, and he began to play with the grass.

'Casually,' Ling Yi seemed to notice the chewed end of the grass and his little mouth pouted, followed by a loud cry.

This cry alarmed Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Xiaoyu.

First, they undid the swaddling cloth to check the diaper, but it was still dry. Zhang Xiaoyu then tried to feed Ling Yi again, but he refused, only waving the grass in front of the young couple.

Ling Xiaoshan, seeing this, had a sudden realization and called out, "I know—!"

Without further ado, he ran out of the door.

Zhang Xiaoyu, about to call him back, saw Ling Yi in her arms stop crying miraculously.

Zhang Xiaoyu: "..."

For a moment, the mother and son, one big and one small, looked at each other in silence.

Not long after, Ling Xiaoshan returned, holding something in his hands.

Thus, by the bed of the family of three, a simple wooden stand appeared, and on it, a cracked clay bowl with a 'Blue Silver Grass' plant.

(End of Chapter)