Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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With a few swift movements, he landed on the ground and continued using the 'Pao Ding's Ox Butchering' technique to clean the branches and leaves off the tree, then handed it over to Zhang Lei, who had been eagerly waiting. Ling Yi pulled out the wooden stick he had stuck in the ground nearby and, with a casual flick, said:

"Alright, Bro Lei, let's keep moving. We still haven't secured lunch for the noon—"

"Or are you planning to just munch on the flatbreads we brought?"

"No way—!" Zhang Lei, hearing this, slammed his newly acquired 'Mystic Weapon' on the ground and blurted out, "We've got to at least have a Beggar's Chicken!"

"Let's go—!"

Ling Yi swung the dark wooden stick forward, and Zhang Lei, full of spirit, declared, "Today, you'll see how much I've improved—!"

Watching Zhang Lei stride forward, wielding the wooden stick, Ling Yi chuckled and shook his head. He then looked down at the stick in his hand and murmured to himself, 'If I had this stick in my youth, not a single flower within ten miles would have survived—'

He then raised the stick and tapped the trunk of the 'Iron Birch Tree,' which was as hard as steel, making a 'ding ding' sound. Ling Yi signaled Ah Huang and Miaomiao to spread out and remain vigilant, then followed Zhang Lei's figure.

...

Time in the old forest seemed to lose its clarity. The light above remained constant, neither brighter nor dimmer.

But in Ling Yi's mental perception, the sunlight above the twenty-meter-high treetops was particularly intense at this moment.

It must be around noon now~

Thinking of this, Ling Yi, holding a bundle of branches, walked over to Zhang Lei, who was digging a pit with his Martial Soul 'Hoe' not far away, and called out, "Bro Lei, it's not early anymore. Speed up a bit, and once we're done, we'll meet up with Miaomiao for lunch..."

"Huff—"

Zhang Lei, hearing this, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and nodded vigorously at Ling Yi, who had come to the edge of the pit. "Don't worry, I'll be done soon. This depth will definitely keep that thing and its family from getting out..."

Without waiting for Ling Yi's response, he buried his head and continued swinging his Martial Soul 'Hoe'.

Seeing Zhang Lei's enthusiasm, Ling Yi squatted at the edge of the large pit, which was nearly ten feet wide, about two meters deep, and had smooth, vertical walls. He quickly shaved the branches, which were about as thick as his arm, with the scythe in his hand.

In no time, after about the duration of a cup of tea, Ling Yi finished shaving the last branch and said to Zhang Lei, who was using the wooden stick to pat the walls of the pit, making the soil more compact, "Alright, Bro Lei, just insert these wooden spikes into the ground..."

As he spoke, he threw the pile of branches, which had been sharpened at both ends, into the bottom of the pit, about two meters away from Zhang Lei.

When Zhang Lei bent down to pick up the spikes, Ling Yi leaped down and joined him. He picked up six or seven spikes and walked to one side of the pit, starting to insert them into the ground, about two feet deep, leaving only about a third of each spike exposed.

With the two of them working together, the significant trap pit was completed in no time.

Climbing out of the pit with the rope, Zhang Lei stood at the edge, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

This large pit had taken him and Ling Yi over a month to dig, coming here every few days. They had been worried the whole time that it might be discovered and destroyed by the target or something else...

Fortunately, their luck held, and none of that happened.

He didn't want to end up practicing the 'Hoe Swinging Technique' as Ling Yi had suggested if they failed halfway.

If he really wanted to practice the 'Hoe Swinging Technique,' wouldn't it be better to dig a fish pond near the village? At least he wouldn't have to worry so much here.

While Zhang Lei was reflecting, Ling Yi had already placed dozens of pre-prepared, five-foot-long thin wooden sticks in an orderly manner over the trap pit. He then pulled Zhang Lei by the arm and led him to a nearby clearing.

After taking a few more steps, a twenty-square-meter patch of 'Blue Silver Grass' came into view.

No need to say more, they continued their work.

Fortunately, the past month hadn't been wasted, and this grassland had already been processed by the two of them.

They lifted and stacked the square pieces of turf, each about a meter in size, and carried them to the trap pit, laying them flat over the thin wooden sticks.

After completing everything, both Zhang Lei and Ling Yi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Exchanging glances and sharing a few chuckles, Ling Yi said, "Let's go wash up by the stream, then find Miaomiao~"

With that, he turned and whistled into the forest.

In the next second, a yellow figure darted out from behind a large tree and appeared in front of them.

It was Ah Huang, whom Ling Yi had assigned to patrol the area and keep watch for any wild animals.

The two of them, along with Ah Huang, gathered their ropes, scythes, and other items and set off towards the northeast.

There, a stream flowed gently, nourishing the trees and plants in this forest, making the area even more lush.

It was also a drinking spot for many birds and animals at the boundary between the outer and inner parts of the old forest.

...

Arriving at the stream, they washed their hands, faces, and necks with the clear, flowing water. However, they didn't drink the water directly, even though it looked clear.

Instead, they followed the stream upstream for another hundred meters, stopping at a rocky beach.

Bending down under a grayish-white boulder about the height of a person, Ling Yi moved a few fist-sized pebbles and lifted a wooden board, revealing a water pit as thick as an adult's thigh.

The water pit was already filled with clear water, reflecting Ling Yi's contented smile.

"Ah Yi~ Ah Yi—!" A shout came from about seven meters away.

Ling Yi stood up and looked in the direction of the voice, seeing Zhang Lei holding the iron birch stick he had just acquired. He was picking out two black mud balls from a charcoal pile that had only a few sparks left, and he was waving at Ling Yi.

Using a bamboo tube he had brought, Ling Yi filled it with water from the pit and came over to Zhang Lei, pouring the water into a roughly shaped stone pot. He took one of the mud balls from Zhang Lei and casually cracked it open on a nearby boulder, revealing a yellow-green lotus leaf inside.

Instantly, the air was filled with the fragrance of lotus leaves and the aroma of chicken, wafting into the nostrils of Ling Yi, Zhang Lei, Ah Huang, and Miaomiao, who had been drawn by the smell.

Miaomiao was still composed, though her eyes were fixed on the Beggar's Chicken in their hands. She sat gracefully on a large stone, waiting for Ling Yi and Zhang Lei to feed her.

Ah Huang, on the other hand, was more impatient. His fluffy tail wagged like a fan, and he kept circling around Ling Yi and Zhang Lei, his long tongue hanging out, drooling visibly, which earned him a look of disdain from Miaomiao.

Adding a few dry branches to the dying fire to keep it burning, Ling Yi held a chicken wing in his mouth. He tore off the head and tail of the Beggar's Chicken and tossed them to Miaomiao and Ah Huang to satisfy their hunger.

Zhang Lei followed suit, feeding them while chewing on a chicken leg and helping Ling Yi set up the stone pot over the fire.

Ling Yi took a few damp mud balls from under the boulder where Miaomiao was sitting. He peeled them open to reveal the lotus leaf-wrapped, marinated wild rabbit and grass carp, as well as two skinned water snakes.

Next, Ling Yi and Zhang Lei occasionally fed themselves and Miaomiao and Ah Huang pieces of chicken while roasting the wild rabbit and grass carp over the fire.

As for the two water snakes, they were cooked into a pot of delicious snake soup in the stone pot.

In the afternoon, after eating their fill, Ling Yi and Zhang Lei buried the soil and leaves, which had been marked by Ah Huang's and Miaomiao's urine and feces over the past month, around the trap pit. Only then did they set off on their way home.

(End of Chapter)