Chapter 157: A Tiger with Feeling Returns Again

When a group of wealthy and powerful people focus their attention on that weapon, those inconspicuous details will inevitably be magnified layer by layer, and then people will pick them apart.

He really does have a risk of exposure.

This matter, before the Imperial City Department completely controls Nan Jun, is fundamentally unsolvable!

Chen Wuji pondered for a moment and realized that there is only one thing he can do now.

Stockpile Shocking Heaven Thunder, the more the better!

He needs to use Shocking Heaven Thunder to resolve the worst possible situation that might arise.

There are too many variables in this matter.

He must prepare for the worst.

This time helping out seems to have resulted in a slight loss.

"Those who could be interested in this weapon probably aren't ordinary people, right?" Chen Wuji asked.

Chen Bushi set down the wine he was holding on the nearby wooden table, "That's natural, nothing more than officials and bandits; ordinary people, besides being shocked, certainly wouldn't be interested in this kind of weapon."

"Actually, I'm also a bit interested; if I could get hold of this weapon, why would I still be watching stakes? Today I could just go and kill Yu Xiazi. What do you think, should we get involved?"

Chen Wuji stretched lazily, "I think you're crazy, with so many big shots showing up, our envy is useless, it's not our turn."

Shen Youwei came running from outside the courtyard, hopping and jumping, "Eh, husband, you're back?"

"What are you guys doing out there?" Chen Wuji asked.

"Drying meat!" Shen Youwei pursed her lips, speaking with a hint of resentment, "Husband, you just kill, you don't dry. With so much meat, we have to set up racks, smoke, and air-dry; we're almost dead from exhaustion."

"It's fine, doing it will get it done." Chen Wuji laughed.

Shen Youwei's delicate little face fell, she said angrily, "You won't even help us a bit? Stupid husband."

"I have other things to do." Chen Wuji laughed, "Tell me, what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll make it!"

"I want to eat stir-fried river snails; this thing is indeed a great side dish for drinks." Chen Bushi responded enthusiastically.

"You stand aside for now." Chen Wuji ignored his opinion.

Shen Youwei immediately became happy, giggling, "I want to eat stir-fried beef, and also that kind of sweet pastry."

"Okay, I'll make it for you."

"Damn thing!" Chen Bushi shook his head and muttered, "But stir-fried beef as a side dish isn't bad either; the flavor is only slightly worse than river snails."

"Having something to eat is already good; you might not even be able to get beef at the taverns in Yunan City, yet you dare to complain." Chen Wuji laughed and scolded.

Beef is forbidden to eat in the realm of Da Yu; only cattle that die accidentally or from illness are permitted for consumption, and there is basically no place selling beef on the market.

Chen Bushi said without blushing or panting, "I mean, we people will eventually be spoiled by your cooking skills; now eating the previous food, I can barely swallow it."

"We all grew up in the same village, and I don't know where you learned all these things."

Chen Wuji knew that his skills were somewhat out of the ordinary and would eventually be suspected, but he couldn't find a reasonable explanation, so he could only say jokingly, "These things aren't complicated; the key is you need to study and change. Always following ancestral traditions, doing everything the same as before, there definitely won't be any change."

"Don't you think, hunting in this dry area isn't just me; why is my catch always more than others? This can't be explained away by a simple stroke of luck."

"No wonder you've read books all your life and still couldn't become an official; being inflexible and clinging to the old ways naturally leads to no progress. One meal, one flavor contains a vast universe; let alone other matters, in everything you must observe more, think more, experiment more."

Chen Bushi was stunned, his expression even somewhat fearful.

This damn thing actually tamed me?

Is it taming me?!

Chen Wuji brought over a stool, "Let's not talk about anything else, let's discuss cooking. The principle here is the same as being a person; do you know how the pot came about? I discovered it accidentally while cooking..."

Chen Bushi's face darkened, nearly gritting his teeth as he said, "If you don't want me to break your head, just keep lecturing me about this heaven-defying, earth-reversing thing of yours; do you know I'm your third uncle?"

"The knowledgeable are teachers!" Chen Wuji said sternly, "This is a principle repeatedly taught by sages; as a scholar, you actually resist so much? I say these things—are they harming you? This is the root of all laws in the world; you need to prick up your ears and listen carefully."

Chen Bushi's mouth twitched, then he suddenly roared, "Where's my knife? Where's my knife?"

"Pearls and jade before you, yet you don't recognize them; you're only a bit better than a stubborn stone. Fine, I won't say more." Chen Wuji shook his head, sighed, and immediately fell silent.

He suddenly realized he seemed to still have a bit of potential for speaking ill of the dead.

Not bad.

After a relatively peaceful lunch, Chen Wuji put the matter of building a cattle pen on the schedule.

Raising cattle now is definitely a profitable venture with no loss.

Even if we hire two more servants just for feeding, it will still be profitable.

In the current era, draft cattle are scarce; there is simply no situation where supply exceeds demand.

With the foundation of three wild cattle, he can completely treat this as a side business to handle casually.

Before shaking off the identity of a small farmer, Chen Wuji doesn't mind making more money from profitable ventures.

Chen Wuji invited Chen Qun's father Chen Li and two other skilled artisans from the village; they began constructing the cattle pen on the empty ground west of the residence, using only stone.

Compared to rammed earth walls, this thing is not only sturdy but also more convenient.

Chen Wuji did not let the Yuan Jinshi brothers help with this task; instead, he had them run a trip to the mountains in the afternoon, mainly to pick river snails and also to check the traps.

The Yuan Jinshi brothers went into the mountains and brought back not only two small sacks of river snails, but also two badgers and five rabbits, all gains from the traps.

However, the two of them don't know how to set traps.

Even though Chen Wuji explained the method and steps very clearly, they still couldn't get it right.

In order to possibly gain some unexpected harvest tomorrow, although Chen Wuji is lazy, he still quickly went into the mountains at dusk, repairing the traps damaged by the prey.

After settling everything, he was just about to descend the mountain when a beast's roar suddenly came from deep in the mountains.

It was the sound of a tiger.

Upon hearing it, Chen Wuji turned and ran.

That roar made his hair stand on end.

Have these tigers recently started moving toward the outskirts of the forest?

They were hard to see before, but lately they have appeared one after another.

The beast's howl from deep in the mountains suddenly grew urgent.

The originally mighty, imposing howl suddenly seemed to turn into an orangutan's threat.

Roar roar roar...

Roar roar roar...

The howl was full of vigor, but its tone was short and clipped, lacking any of a tiger's grandeur.

Chen Wuji's mouth twitched slightly.

This damned commotion.

It doesn't seem like a proper tiger.

It even looks a bit like that tiger that put on a roguish act before him, yet was quite savvy about human sentiments.