Immortality: Raising an Ant Queen to Cultivate by increasing stat points-Chapter 339 - 332 Unspeakably Precious_1
Chapter 339: Chapter 332 Unspeakably Precious_1
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This was a silent, one-sided slaughter where Qin Niu’s termites held an absolute advantage.
There were a great number of these caterpillars, but all were ordinary caterpillars.
The most numerous among them were the black caterpillars, which likely belonged to the larvae of tussock moths.
There were also some caterpillars with white spots on them, which appeared to be pine caterpillar moths.
These two types were basically the most prevalent.
Qin Niu wasn’t now sure whether the emergence of these caterpillars was a natural disaster or the work of humans.
Perching Phoenix Mountain Range had been where he started his fortune, and now that he’d bought the entire mountain behind Shuangfeng Village, he could even enter the mountain directly through the back door of his residence. He had come to regard the Qifeng Mountain Range as his own private territory.
If these caterpillars were to destroy all the vegetation in the mountains, it would greatly affect Qin Niu.
He would never just stand by.
For this period, he would take his termites to exterminate pests in the mountains.
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Busy until the evening, he returned home to find two pairs of big red lanterns hanging at the doorway and festive couplets pasted on the doorframe.
Red paper-cuts could be seen everywhere.
The whole house was filled with celebration.
A stage had been set up in the open space at the door, intended for the opera troupe to perform.
In the front yard, temporary stoves had been set up with large iron pots suspended over them.
He had asked the villagers to help, and the host was expected to provide food.
On this front, Qin Niu never shortchanged the villagers.
Pork, rice, fish, and more—he let everyone eat their fill.
“Master Qin is back! How do you find the decorations? Are you satisfied?”
Aunt Hua was feeding Wan Yan when she saw Qin Niu return. She quickly set down the bowl and came over.
“I am particularly satisfied. You all have worked hard these past two days, Aunt Hua. Go and have your meal.”
The villagers’ faces lit up with smiles at Qin Niu’s affirmation.
“Master Qin is truly blessed, to have married the most beautiful girls from our village and Daoyuan Village.”
“Exactly! Such marital bliss is something only Master Qin deserves!”
The helping villagers, both men and women, took the rare opportunity to chat with Qin Niu.
“Thank you for your kind words. You’ve all worked hard these days. Please enjoy your food and drinks.”
Qin Niu bowed his hands and entered the house.
Inside, Xiao Qing had already kept his meal warm for him.
The village had a professional chef whose cooking was more delicious than the usual homemade dishes.
“Xiao Qing, have the chef prepare an extra table of food for tomorrow’s meals and send it to Wang Furen’s house. We are all one family now, so let’s take care of them as much as we can,” said Qin Niu.
“Alright! I did invite Sister Wanyan to eat here, but she refused. If we send the food over, she will definitely be delighted,” Xiao Qing nodded and agreed.
“Wanyan is a modest young lady from a respectable family and not yet married. Naturally, she’s embarrassed to come over for the meal!”
The master and servant began their meal.
Both were cultivators with not insignificant cultivation, and thus had quite large appetites.
A table of food that was enough for ten people was swiftly cleared by the master and servant.
Qin Niu, in fact, preferred to eat the flesh of beasts like the Pig King.
The energy contained in ordinary grains and cereals was much less.
It was said that once cultivation reached a certain level, one might even need to abstain from grains.
“By the way, I’ve heard the villagers discussing the appearance of a lot of caterpillars in Ping Shui, and the newly-planted crops in the fields are infested with aphids and mole crickets. The villagers are very concerned that these pests will spread to Shuangfeng Village and have suggested that you think of a solution.”
Ping Shui was quite far from Shuangfeng Village.
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Unexpectedly, a large number of caterpillars also appeared over there, signaling the arrival of another round of pestilence.
“Master Qin, give me some alcohol to drink!”
Zhang Banzui staggered to the door but didn’t dare to come in. His eyes were half-closed as if he hadn’t woken up, and his face always bore the red flush of drunkenness.
“Xiao Qing, go fetch two jars of good wine for him.”
Qin Niu was hosting a wedding celebration at his house and did not mind such trivial expenses on food and drink.
Ever since that mysterious master from the Nine Insect Gang had entered the village and then disappeared without a trace, Qin Niu had been puzzled. He even began to suspect that Zhang Banzui might be a concealed expert who could have taken care of that person without anyone noticing.
Someone like the Ji Gong Monk, a high-level cultivator who engaged in worldly affairs.
He might appear crazy and nonsensical, but his power was off the charts.
“Uncle Zhang, don’t just drink, there’s hot food ready outside! Come eat tomorrow and the day after tomorrow too, and we’ll make sure you’re well fed.”
Qin Niu said.
“Master Qin is truly generous! Even if I were to die drunk in the street, no one would care.”
“We are all villagers here, no need to be polite! If you really have no money for alcohol in the future, just come to me. I will instruct the servants to give you some.”
Now that Qin Niu had money, he was willing to take care of Zhang Banzui as much as possible.
Zhang Banzui, who lived alone in the village without children nor relatives, nor any friends, truly deserved sympathy.
“How… How could I impose like that! Master Qin’s kindness ensures he will surely be blessed in the future.”
Zhang Banzui paid a few compliments, happily accepting Qin Niu’s generosity with a smile on his face.
“It’s no trouble, if you can’t find alcohol in the future, come to me. But drinking too much isn’t good for your health, so I can’t give you too much at once. Just bring your gourd to Xiao Qing, and she’ll fill it for you each time.”
While they were talking, Xiao Qing had already brought out two jars of good wine.
The day after tomorrow was Qin Niu’s big wedding day, and the family had already purchased hundreds of jars of fine alcohol.
“Ah, this is top-quality alcohol, thank you Master Qin, thank you Miss Xiao Qing!”
Zhang Banzui’s eyes gleamed at the sight of the two jars of fine wine.
“Xiao Qing, take Uncle Zhang outside to eat.”
“No need, no need, I’m covered in lice and my body smells sour. If I were to sit at that table, they probably wouldn’t be able to keep their food down.”
Zhang Banzui was keenly aware of his situation.
“Then get a big bowl and serve Uncle Zhang some rice, with a bit more meat and such.”
“Uncle Zhang, here, let me serve you some rice, you can sit on the steps and eat.”
Xiao Qing placed the two jars of wine on the steps and then quickly served a bowl of rice with some side dishes and handed it to Zhang Banzui.
“Good girl, thank you!”
Zhang Banzui took the food and ate with some degree of propriety.
He would eat a chopstickful of food and follow it with a couple of sips of wine, showing an expression of pure enjoyment.
“Zhang Banzui, don’t you usually tell fortunes? Master Qin has treated you to wine and food, why don’t you read his fortune for him?”
“Master Qin’s fate is so noble, it is beyond words, beyond words!”
Zhang Banzui, often beaten when telling fortunes, had now smartened up and only told the flattering things that people liked to hear.
“Then how about you read mine.”
Auntie Hua grabbed a chicken leg and walked over to put it in Zhang Banzui’s bowl.
“Auntie Hua is a person of hardship; I fear there may be misfortune in your household within this month, it would be best to advise against your family going out.”
“Pah, pah, pah, I knew your fortune-telling was unreliable. I’m taking the chicken leg back; I’d rather feed it to a dog than let you eat it.”
Auntie Hua turned pale with anger.
Zhang Banzui had read Qin Niu’s fortune saying his fate was too noble to speak of, yet when it came to her, it suddenly turned into the prediction of a disaster in her home within the month.
If it weren’t for the bruises on Zhang Banzui’s face that still hadn’t faded, she really felt like hitting him.
Zhang Banzui endured her scolding without talking back, simply focusing on his drinking.
The onlookers, however, burst into laughter.
