Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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"Ayi——! Ayi——!"

Ling Yi was jolted out of his reverie by the shouts, lifting his head to look in the direction of the sound.

At that moment, a round head poked out over the wall of Ling Yi's courtyard, its tiger-like features peering into the yard.

Zhang Lei, Ling Yi's cousin... or should he be called a second cousin?

The son of Uncle Zhang Dahé and Aunt Ling He, and another cherished treasure of the Ling and Zhang families.

At three and a half years old, Zhang Lei, as a male descendant of the Zhang family, had a significant chance of awakening the Hoe Soul Power, the family's ancestral soul power, during the Soul Power Awakening Ceremony in two and a half years.

Compared to the Blue Silver Grass, the Hoe Soul Power, being a weapon soul, was far more practical, at least qualifying as a weapon.

Even if it wasn't used for combat, it was extremely convenient for plowing fields, making it a renowned top-tier soul power in the surrounding area!

Most importantly, compared to the waste soul powers like Blue Silver Grass, Morning Glory, and Ivy, the Hoe Soul Power had a slightly higher chance of awakening Innate Spiritual Power.

Although, in the past few hundred years, there had been no recorded cases of Hoe Soul Power users awakening Innate Spiritual Power, the villagers still firmly believed in this "slight" possibility.

"Big Brother Lei, you're climbing so high again. Be careful, or Uncle might see you and give your butt a good spanking—"

Ling Yi called out in a hushed voice, releasing Ah Huang and Miaomiao from his lap, and stood up to walk towards the courtyard gate.

As a creaking sound echoed, Ling Yi held the wooden gate, shaking his head at Zhang Lei, who had slid down a bamboo pole and was running over. "Come in quickly. Aunt will soon bring me some food. If she sees you climbing around, she'll definitely tell Uncle—"

"Hehe—"

Zhang Lei grinned and ran into the courtyard, saying, "As long as you don't tell them, it'll be fine—"

As he spoke, Zhang Lei's large, clear eyes scanned the courtyard. When he spotted something on the kitchen window sill, his eyes widened with excitement, and he walked over.

Ling Yi followed behind Zhang Lei, with Ah Huang and Miaomiao playing around his feet. He shook his head slightly, saying, "If you really want it, just tell Uncle..."

By the time he finished speaking, Zhang Lei had already taken three quick steps to the kitchen window sill, tiptoeing and reaching up to grab the object.

Ling Yi said, "Anyway, it's not that hard to make."

As he spoke, Ling Yi looked at the object in Zhang Lei's hand—a slingshot.

This slingshot was made from a 'Y'-shaped branch of the Iron Birch Tree, with a bowstring made from the stems and leaves of the Shy Grass, and a small piece of Iron Birch Tree bark as the pouch.

Hearing Ling Yi's words, Zhang Lei rolled his eyes, saying, "Not hard? Dad told me it took almost four or five days to make this slingshot for you. The blade of his Hoe Soul Power was almost dulled from grinding the branch from the Iron Birch Tree to the shape you wanted..."

Despite his words, Zhang Lei couldn't help but fondly play with the Iron Birch Tree slingshot.

"Hey—ya—!"

With a sharp cry, Zhang Lei held the slingshot with his left hand and pinched the pouch with his right, pulling it back with all his might.

However, being only three and a half years old, even though children on the Douluo Continent developed quickly, he still lacked the strength. He only managed to pull it back a little before his face turned red and he had to let go.

"Alright~" Ling Yi took the Iron Birch Tree slingshot from Zhang Lei and walked towards the main house, saying, "Let's go inside and take the one I made first—"

"This one and the one Uncle made later are for adults."

"Oh—" Zhang Lei nodded and followed.

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After lunch, with Aunt Ling He's careful instructions, Ling Yi followed Zhang Lei, with Ah Huang and Miaomiao trailing behind, heading south of the village.

They passed several small courtyards similar to Ling Yi's home, and the two children, along with the two little animals, arrived outside the village.

In the distance, a quiet, meandering stream flowed gently.

"Woof! Woof woof—!"

With a burst of excited barks, the little yellow dog Ah Huang darted out from Ling Yi's feet, running forward like a wild horse.

"Meow—"

The little calico cat Miaomiao rubbed against Ling Yi's ankle, as if urging him to hurry.

Seeing this, Ling Yi glanced at his cousin Zhang Lei, who was looking back at him, and nodded. "Let's go, we'll find Uncle first—"

With that, he took a few small steps, following the dirt path southeast.

Before long, the two children and the two little animals arrived at a pond on the southeastern outskirts of the village.

"Dad—!"

"Uncle—!"

"Woof woof—!"

Zhang Lei called out first, then ran towards a tall young man by the pond, arms wide open.

Ling Yi and Ah Huang also called out and ran forward.

By the pond, Zhang Dahé looked up, seeing Zhang Lei and Ling Yi, his face lit up with a smile. He quickly squatted down, opening his arms to welcome them.

He embraced Zhang Lei and Ling Yi, rubbing their heads and asked with a smile, "It's so hot today, why did you two come here?"

His expression suddenly changed, and he asked, "You're not thinking of playing in the water, are you?"

Saying this, Zhang Dahé's expression became more serious. "Let me tell you, that is absolutely not allowed!!"

"No, no—" Ling Yi waved his hands in Zhang Dahé's arms, saying, "I and Big Brother Lei came here to catch some frogs—"

Zhang Lei nodded vigorously, saying, "Yes, yes—"

He reached into his waist and pulled out a small, light yellow slingshot, showing it to Zhang Dahé. "Dad, we're going to use the slingshot to shoot frogs, and you can help us pick them up, okay?"

"We'll catch a lot and send some to Grandpa and Grandma, and also to Grandpa and Grandma on Mom's side..."

"Hahaha—" Zhang Dahé laughed loudly, saying, "Okay, okay... it's rare for you to be so thoughtful and remember your grandparents. Dad will definitely help you—"

"Hehe—" Zhang Lei swung the small slingshot in his left hand, scratching his head a bit sheepishly. "Ayi told me not to only think of myself..."

Without waiting for Zhang Dahé's response, he wriggled out of his arms and ran forward along the edge of the pond.

"This kid—"

Zhang Dahé watched his son's excited back, shook his head with a smile, and then looked at the obedient Ling Yi in his arms. He lifted him slightly and said softly, "Xiao Yi, you came just in time. Help Uncle take a look at this pond."

As he spoke, he cradled Ling Yi in his left arm, letting him sit sideways, and started walking forward. Pointing at the pond, he said, "Before, you suggested digging a small water channel from both the upstream and downstream of the Changlin River, and then connecting them with a pond in the middle..."

Ling Yi listened to Zhang Dahé and looked at the scene before him.

This was a pond about thirty meters long and twenty meters wide, located two li southeast of Mountain Sea Village.

On the west and east sides, there were two channels about one and a half meters wide, with a steady stream of water flowing in and out from the Changlin River, two hundred meters away.

The pond and channels were dug by Uncle Zhang Dahé using his Hoe Soul Power.

On a summer afternoon, the pond, which had only been formed for two months, was surrounded by lush water plants, with the sounds of frogs and insects harmonizing in the air.

Beneath the water, various fish could be seen, some chasing shrimp and insects, others floating to the surface to eat algae.

At the outlet of the eastern channel, a dark green vine net was mostly submerged, blocking most of the larger fish and shrimp from returning to the Changlin River.

"Uncle~" Ling Yi's eyes reflected the thriving scene, and he said in a childlike voice, "The water looks nice, but the grass isn't very pretty. Can we plant some flowers?"

Hearing this, Zhang Dahé looked at the pond, his face thoughtful. He murmured, "Flowers? Hmm... Uncle's village has some lotus flowers in their pond. We can transplant some here..."

(End of Chapter)