Chapter 73 - Chapter 73: Chapter 68 Puppet Worker Ant i (2/2)

He quickened his pace to get home.

Miss Wang’s attic window was tightly closed, whereas usually, when Qin Niu walked by underneath, she would stick her head out and greet him with a smile.

Even after being scolded many times by Wang Furen, she remained unrepentantly the same.

As Qin Niu approached his own house’s eaves, he noticed that someone had triggered the mechanism.

When he opened the gate, he saw pancakes wrapped in oil paper placed in a hidden corner.

Just by looking at the delicate wrapping technique, he knew it was the handiwork of his neighbor Wang Wanyan.

He bent down carefully to pick it up, and a piece of paper fluttered down.

A few graceful characters caught his eye.

“Heard you can make money by selling fertilizer, very happy for you. Keep it up!”

There was no signature.

She was a clever girl and knew that Qin Niu was equally clever.

Just one look, and he would know the note was from her.

“Miss Wang really does treat me very well; if she ever encounters any trouble in the future, 1 must take care of her.”

Qin Niu’s strength had grown increasingly stronger, and his confidence was much greater than before.

The only regret he had at the moment was that he still hadn’t managed to breed a Grade Three insect pet.

He hoped to obtain the Insect Master title before the corn harvest was in.

Not only did an Insect Master receive a monthly stipend from the government, but they could also enjoy exemptions on a certain amount of land tax. Labor services were completely waived as well.

Upon locking himself inside his house, he did not restrain himself. Instead, he directly washed his hands and started munching on the pancakes sent by Wang Wanyan.

They tasted quite good.

Though, if one were to speak of nutritional value, bear meat and wolf meat were surely much higher.

This rain had been pouring for three days straight.

And it was the kind of torrential downpour.

This year’s rainfall was a bit too abundant. With three days of heavy rain drenching the earth, it was feared that floods might be triggered, submerging some low-lying areas.

Qin Niu lived in Shuangfeng Village, which, as the name suggested, was situated on high ground.

If Shuangfeng Village were submerged, it would mean that the entirety of Black Tiger City and Jade Stream Town, for the most part, would become an immense ocean.

These days, with the torrential rain and thunder and lightning, Qin Niu was confined to his home, unable to go anywhere.

He was also unable to practice the Everlasting Spring Technique.

He was able to endure loneliness, closing his door and sitting in his home, repeatedly studying the Green Demon Beekeeping Scripture and the Everlasting Spring Technique.

Simply having realized a method to cultivate under the moonlight was certainly not enough!

On rainy days without moonlight, he couldn’t cultivate.

On the fourth day, the heavy rain started to lessen, showing signs of stopping.

Who would have known that come evening, it began to thunder and rain heavily again.

According to Qin Niu’s life experience, a continuous downpour for over five days would unavoidably lead to floods.

If the rain continued for more than ten days in a row, it would undoubtedly spell disaster for mankind.

And sure enough, it came to pass.

It was as if humanity had enraged the Dragon Kings of the oceans, for the rain just didn’t cease.

By the fifth day, it still hadn’t stopped.

Needless to say, a flood was inevitable.

The villagers all huddled in their homes, not willing to venture out.

Occasionally a farmer would go to the fields to check on the water situation and needed to clear the blocked ditches.

Even then, they would leave the house wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats.

As Qin Niu repeatedly delved into the Everlasting Spring Technique, he unexpectedly had another epiphany.

He was clumsily trying to cultivate based on that newfound understanding, just like the first time he cultivated under the moonlight—it was completely like groping for stones to cross the river.

He sat cross-legged inside his house, eyes on the nose, nose on the heart, focusing his mind on the dantian. Following a thread of cultivation method gleaned from the Everlasting Spring Technique, he slowly breathed in and out.

At first, there was no reward; the air he inhaled was just ordinary, and then he breathed out the waste air from his body.

Gradually, he seemed to feel something..