Chapter 111: Chapter 104: Inquiring About the Apothecary
South City. No. 28, South Pond Sixth Lane.
Cheng Zongyang was quite surprised to see that his house hadn’t been seized.
Then it occurred to him. ’They must not have looked into it.’ After all, who would imagine that the son of a farr could afford a house in the city?
But before he could get too happy, he noticed nurous marks on the door where it had been battered.
The door was quite large and sturdy, so it hadn’t been broken open. Still, the damage was significant, and it would need to be replaced.
He entered the house and found everything inside untouched, just as he’d expected. Without lingering, he went to an inner room and entered the Wilderness World.
The market cabin was still updating. He first boiled so wild vegetables and wheat bran, which he took to a small hut under a tree near the cabin to feed two little black pigs. Afterward, he grabbed his tools and prepared to dig a large pond on the slope above. He planned to build a channel from the stream tomorrow.
He chose a spot on the slope so that he could later dig smaller irrigation ditches to channel water down to his various planting areas.
To channel water toward the cabin, he needed a change in elevation, which ant heading east and upstream.
Of course, more importantly, he needed water to clear and cultivate the land. He’d had this plan for a while, but it kept getting delayed.
Now that he didn’t need to take dicinal baths, he could use the ti to finally get it done.
Holding a torch, Cheng Zongyang found a relatively flat area on the slope and started digging.
A little over two hours later, the sky began to lighten.
Covered in dirt, Cheng Zongyang looked down at the three-ter-deep, five-ter-wide pit and breathed a sigh of relief.
Thanks to the soft, stone-free soil and his own ample strength, he had successfully dug out the reservoir pit in just over two hours.
He cleared away the surrounding loose earth and used a log to tamp the floor of the pit, reducing seepage. He then used his shovel to pack the walls until the entire pit was firm and smooth. With that done, Cheng Zongyang imdiately got to work on the water channel.
It wasn’t safe to go into the County Town now; he would have to wait for nightfall.
He didn’t plan to use bamboo pipes for the water. Instead, he would use a hoe and shovel to simply dig a shallow ditch leading to the pond.
He spent over two hours planning the route. Aside from a break to eat, he spent nearly all his ti digging the ditch.
Fortunately, the work went smoothly, and he even managed to unearth a number of precious dicinal Materials along the way.
Around three in the afternoon, a wide smile spread across Cheng Zongyang’s face as he watched water gushing from the ditch into the pond.
The water problem was solved. He wouldn’t have to run over there to fetch water anymore.
In the future, he could even branch off from this channel to dig another, larger pond below for raising fish.
He washed up and went to sleep in the cabin, only to be startled awake later, discovering it was already dark outside.
The sound of splashing and shouting from outside had woken him.
He hurriedly glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already past 7:40 PM.
’I feel like I just lay down. How is it so late?’ Cheng Zongyang was bewildered.
He got up and peered quietly through the window. Toward the pond, a creature was thrashing in the water, letting out loud squeals.
The splashing and squealing sounded exceptionally jarring in the quiet forest.
He was all too familiar with that sound!
It was the squeal of a pig being slaughtered!
’Did it wander over here and fall in because it didn’t see the pond?’
He hadn’t built a fence around the pond, and he never expected a creature to fall in after he had only taken a short nap.
He grabbed his binoculars and took a look. He could faintly make out seven or eight wild boars of various sizes around the pond. It appeared to be a boar and a sow out foraging with their piglets.
Judging by its tusks, the one at the edge of the pond was a sow.
Cheng Zongyang was pleasantly surprised.
He put on his Armor, grabbed his Fine Steel Tang Blade and a torch, and walked out the door.
As he quickly approached the pond, the sow instantly grew wary. It stared intently at him, letting out threatening squeals.
The boar in the pond thrashed about anxiously, but the banks were too slippery. It had tried to climb out several tis, only to slide back in, temporarily trapped.
"Perfect timing. I was running low on at!" Cheng Zongyang chuckled and continued to walk forward.
Desperate to protect its young, the sow imdiately charged headlong toward Cheng Zongyang.
Cheng Zongyang planted his blade in the ground and clenched his right fist, channeling his strength. As the sow charged right up to him, he suddenly smashed his fist into its head.
THUD!
The dull, forceful sound of the impact ca from the sow’s head.
Instantly, a powerful shockwave from the impact and the rebound traveled up his arm, making Cheng Zongyang’s hand go slightly numb.
However, the mont its head collided with Cheng Zongyang’s fist, the sow’s body went rigid and fell completely still.
[Killed Wild Boar. Points
1]
Cheng Zongyang shook his hand, looking at the sow that had crashed to the ground, its body stiff and unmoving. Clearly, the single punch had concussed its brain and killed it instantly.
The boar in the pond squealed frantically, its struggles growing more violent as it repeatedly tried and failed to climb ashore.
Cheng Zongyang was very satisfied with the power of his punch.
’One punch, one pig. Just like that.’
He had only felt a bit of the rebound force and nothing else.
Then, he pulled out his Tang Blade, walked to the edge of the pond, and aid at the squealing boar. He swiftly plunged the blade into its head, then grabbed its forelegs and easily hauled it out.
[Killed Wild Boar. Points
1]
Cheng Zongyang looked at the pond with disgust. Though it was filled with fresh running water, he felt it was filthy now and unusable. He would have to drain it tomorrow and build a guardrail.
Next, Cheng Zongyang dragged the two boars back to the cabin.
The seven weaned piglets, though frightened, didn’t run off. They quickly fell in line behind their parents’ bodies, following him back to the cabin.
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