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The "Henry-level" potion consumes 1.5 times the mental energy of the "Potential-level" potion, but its effect is twice as strong.
The above conclusions currently only apply to "Calendula Potion." Other potion recipes still need to be tested, but first I need to figure out how to get an alchemy table.
[Prioritize the production of "Lazarus Potion" (Important)!]
These are all experiences he researched last night.
After finishing his notes, Mo Jiang looked at the mess in the living room.
The ground was littered with fragments of marigolds and nettles, as well as a pile of marigold potion, a [Henry-level] marigold potion.
Yesterday, through a food delivery service, Mo Jiang obtained a batch of fresh marigolds and nettles, and he immediately began to refine the marigold potion.
Firstly, he wanted to see if modern materials could be used to refine [Henry-level] potions, and secondly, he wanted to study his own mental strength.
After storing all the marigold potions he had refined in his inventory, Mo Jiang lay on the sofa for a while until his headache subsided. However, he did not get up immediately but silently pondered what he needed to do next.
The organization's financial hole has been filled, and there won't be any problems with the audit. The urgent issues that needed to be addressed in modern times have been resolved.
The Cumans are closing in on Skarlitz, and it's uncertain when they will be able to surround the city, but it's certain that it won't be long.
His sales network was just beginning to take off in Skaritz and Lathai, and he certainly couldn't just stand by and watch the Cumans swagger around there.
The Cumans' disruption of regional peace and the disruption of commodity sales routes will prevent sugar and salt from being sold, resulting in losses for themselves.
No one would complain about having too much money.
There are many things in the world that need reasons and explanations, but any killing justified by money or women needs no explanation!
The terrain of Skarlitz and Ratai is characterized by dense forests and rugged mountain roads, making it difficult to spot the enemy in open field battles using only the naked eye.
In the wilderness surrounded by mountains and forests, the disadvantages of foot soldiers will be magnified infinitely.
and so……
Thinking of this, Mo Jiang slowly opened his eyes. Fighting in the wild is different from fighting in the city; the pristine mountains and forests will be the best cover for the enemy.
Ambushes and traps are not things he can ignore.
Therefore, he needs a helper and a weapon.
Fortunately, he knew where the necessary materials were.
“I remember… Uncle Zhang’s dog, Tie Tou, was a mountain dog.”
Thinking of the species on this land that had signed a pact with humans thousands of years ago, Mo Jiang rubbed his cheeks vigorously, trying to cheer himself up with the rough touch of his hands.
"Looks like I should go visit my grandparents and check with Uncle Zhang to see if Iron Head has had any babies yet."
17. The old hunter presents you with five canine killing machine hatchlings.
In September, the Lingnan region is not only hot, but the high humidity makes people feel as if their skin is covered with water, giving them a stuffy, sauna-like feeling.
After driving the rented Wuling Zhengcheng for three hours, Mo Jiang looked helplessly at the locked iron gate in front of him, "It's really bad timing that I came back."
In his family group chat on his phone, his uncle had just posted a series of photos: steaming hot poached chicken, glistening and tempting braised pork, a mountain of seafood, and his maternal grandparents' kind smiles in the background. They were having a family meal at his uncle's house.
Mo Jiang checked the time; it was just past lunchtime.
It seems that my maternal grandparents went to my maternal uncle's house.
The distance isn't far. My maternal grandparents had three children: Mo Jiang's mother and two uncles. The three of them worked hard away from home when they were young, and the two uncles later built houses in their hometown, which aren't too far away.
As for the two elderly people, they could choose where to stay entirely based on their mood, and they were given a room in every room they wanted.
Or perhaps someone's work is too slow, leaving no time to pick up or drop off the children or cook, in which case the elderly person has to come up and help.
Mo Jiang and his cousins were all raised by their maternal grandparents in this way.
My maternal grandparents' house is only a ten-minute walk from my eldest uncle's house.
However, Mo Jiang glanced at the table and realized it was already lunchtime. Considering that he hadn't told his uncle's family he was coming back beforehand, they hadn't prepared any food for him. Plus, with his mutated appetite, if he really started eating heartily, no one else would be able to eat.
These two reasons directly extinguished Mo Jiang's idea of going to his uncle's house.
After all, this trip back to my hometown wasn't to leave everyone else without food during the family gathering.
The food prepared wasn't even enough for his nephew to eat. If this really happens, the uncle will never be able to hold his head up in the family group chat again.
After parking his Wuling van, Mo Jiang walked towards the end of the village, where Grandpa Zhang's house was located.
When he was young, Grandpa Zhang was a well-known hunter in the surrounding area. His hunting dogs were able to surround and trap wild boars, and the lead dog was even capable of leading the pack to hunt wild boars.
That alpha dog was none other than Iron Teeth, Iron Head's great-grandfather.
Now that Grandpa Zhang is old, he no longer goes into the mountains, but he still keeps more than a dozen hunting dogs in his yard. They are all purebred Chinese rural dogs, also known as "local dogs".
Before we even reached the gate of Grandpa Zhang's house, a fierce barking rang out, carrying a clear warning.
"Quiet!"
A loud, forceful rebuke immediately silenced the dog's barking: "Can't you even take a nap in peace?"
Mo Jiang approached the open courtyard gate. Several yellow dogs, not particularly large in size but with robust frames and well-defined muscles, stood in the yard, their eyes sharp as knives as they stared at him, tails held high, bodies tense, ready to pounce at any moment.
At the same time, one could sense several faint presences moving silently in the shadows of the flower bushes and woodpile to the side and rear, forming an invisible encirclement.
If he dares to make any aggressive move, he will face the siege formation that has been passed down for thousands of years on this land.
Grandpa Zhang, wearing a white vest, sat on a deck chair, enjoying the cool air under the eaves.
Although there was air conditioning in the room, the old hunter still preferred the coolness brought by the natural flow of air.
"Uncle Zhang, have you eaten yet?"
"So that's why Tie Tou is yelling at this hour. It turns out you're back, you little wolf cub." Grandpa Zhang didn't get up and slowly asked, "What's wrong? Expelled from school, going back to your hometown to hide from your parents' cane?"
For the old hunter, Mo Jiang was a kid he had watched grow up, so there was no need for him to be polite when speaking to him.
"How could that be? Qi'er Ming ({九) Qi's Umbrella, if I get expelled from school, it won't just be my parents hitting me with a cane, my grandparents will hit me with a carrying pole too."
If someone drops out of school, their parents will inevitably start to wonder why.
However, if a student is expelled due to a club's financial difficulties, then both the parents and grandparents will have to resort to traditional East Asian family tactics when dealing with Mo Jiang.
As he opened the iron gate to the yard, Mo Jiang placed a chicken leg in front of each of the hunting dogs; he had specifically sought out a place to buy it before returning.
There are over twenty pieces, each seasoned with a unique recipe, stewed until the bones are tender and the meat is falling apart.
"Come on, come on, don't fight over it, there are plenty available."
Perhaps it was the familiar sounds and smells that reactivated the memories in the brain. Tie Tou jogged over, waving in front of Mo Jiang, with even a hint of flattery on his face.
"You were the loudest one just now, you little ingrate."
Mo Jiang poured the remaining chicken legs into Tie Tou's iron plate, the bowl that symbolized the head dog, which still bore the marks of the firecrackers he had once set off.
“Your shouts are louder than your father’s.”
Mo Jiang had a good relationship with Grandpa Zhang's family, including the hunting dog that Grandpa Zhang kept. When he was a child, he went into the mountains with his family to worship, but he accidentally got lost. It was Tie Tou's father, Tie Wei, who led him out.
Since then, he has enjoyed wandering around Grandpa Zhang's house, and even once had the idea of taking Tieweiguai home to raise.
Later, when Tetsuo passed away, he abandoned the idea.
After Mo Jiang finished dividing up the chicken legs, Grandpa Zhang finally spoke, "So, tell me, what brings you back here specifically to see me? And what's with that smell on you?"
The old hunter's sharp eyes met Mo Jiang's, like an eagle locking onto its target. "You've got blood on you."
What should have been a question was spoken in a declarative tone. The blood that Mo Jiang had stained with from killing Cuman cavalry in the Middle Ages could not be hidden from the old hunter.
The old hunter wasn't surprised by this, because he had long ago realized that this young Jiang was a restless fellow.
Mo Jiang's ability to turn a perfectly good community into an armed and violent group was already evident when he was a child.
"Mr. Zhang, I'd like to ask you for a few dogs." Mo Jiang didn't explain further, but instead stated the purpose of his visit: "My club has leased a piece of land for an event..."
Before he could finish speaking, the old hunter waved his hand to interrupt him, "Stop with the nonsense, get to the point."
The old hunter, who had watched Mojiang grow up, knew the kid was talking nonsense the moment he opened his mouth, and he couldn't be bothered to listen to his lies.
Mo Jiang let out a soft breath. This old hunter always had a knack for discerning whether what others said was true. "There's a piece of land with deep forests and fierce mountains. The mountains are as steep as if they were carved by a knife or axe, and the forest is so dense that you can't see your hand in front of your face even in the daytime. I'm not confident that I can escape unscathed, so I've come to you to ask for a few fierce and vicious wolves."
What's in the woods?
“Bear, wild boar, big cat.”
"You're underestimating me. There are others. If you can't escape unscathed, those four-legged creatures in the mountains aren't qualified."
The old hunter knew very well that Mo Jiang's "scent" couldn't be picked up in the city.
If such a place truly exists, then people themselves are the enemy.
The old hunter stood up and walked to a corner of the yard. "Come with me."
It was a wooden fence, made of solid logs, taller than a person, with a small eave at the top to prevent cubs from climbing over.
The room was lined with straw, and about twenty puppies were running and playing inside.
The old hunter pulled open the fence and pulled out five two-month-old puppies.
They are much larger than ordinary puppies, with robust frames and powerful short legs. They are covered in yellow and black fur, with a pure coat color. Their babyish whimpers carry a primal wildness.
"Look, these five are all Ironhead's offspring. They are the most mischievous, the most fearless, and the most troublesome among these cubs. They can be considered wolf pups."
"Young Jiang, do you remember the story I told you?"
The old hunter only told Mojiang one story, which was both a story and history.
"Of course I remember that during the war, the Japanese soldiers led a pack of wolfhounds to sweep through the area. Tie Tou's ancestor led other dogs to kill twelve wolfhounds in Wild Boar Gully, along with eight Japanese soldiers. After that, the Japanese soldiers didn't dare to come out to sweep through the area."
My maternal grandfather told me that the Nationalist army officer stationed in our area at the time even gave my ancestor, Tie Tou, a medal plaque to hang around his neck.
The old hunter nodded. "Just remember that. Whatever you do, don't embarrass yourself."
And these little ones want to become wolves, but they need to see blood.
Take it back and feed it to your baby for a few days with thick rice cereal with chicken oil and egg yolk to nourish their stomach. You can also eat rice soaked in meat broth.
If they're a bit older, then go straight to raw meat and bones.
Feed them chopped chicken and duck carcasses, rabbit lungs and hearts, and whole sea fish in rotation, but remember not to cook them.
That raw, untamed quality, that raw meat with a hint of blood, is something you can't get even if you buy ten thousand dollars worth of premium dog food.
Dogs raised on dog food are just like those city kids who wag their tails for candy—their bones are all soft and weak.
18. If you keep doing this, I'm going to have to give the game "Three Kingdoms Kill" a good review.
The old hunter then went back to the house and brought out a bow, which he handed to Mo Jiang.
"To survive in the old forest, you also need a good bow."
Here, take this. I know you've been eyeing this for a while.
"Find your own arrows; I'm out of them."
That was not a hunting bow commonly used by hunters, but a war bow, designed for high energy transfer and armor-piercing capabilities, ensuring that even if it did not hit a vital spot, it could render the enemy incapable of fighting.
The bow tip is of medium length, balancing effort-saving effect with stability and preventing wobbling when drawing the bow.
Mo Jiang took the bow with both hands, tried to draw the bowstring, straightened his left arm, and used his whole body to draw the bowstring to a full moon, then slowly released the bowstring back.
This is a fine bow.
Thanks to the Hanfu Society's many cold weapons, Mo Jiang immediately recognized that this war bow was better than the bows in the warehouse.
Of course, there's another reason for this: if you put some melee weapons in the city, no one will care as long as nothing goes wrong.
But if they create long-range weapons like powerful bows and heavy arrows, the police will have to come and confiscate them.
Mo Jiang drove his Wuling Zhengcheng to the old hunter's yard, and used the materials readily available in the yard to make a small nest in the back seat, where he put the five two-month-old puppies.
After the car had gone far away and was no longer in sight, the old hunter discovered that there was a brick under the deck chair, covering five thousand yuan.
Mo Jiang knew that the old hunter would not accept the money if he offered it to him in person, so he secretly put it under the recliner.
"They keep doing stupid things."
It's unclear whether the old hunter was referring to himself or Mojiang.
Just then, the old hunter's son finished his afternoon nap and came out of the house. "Dad, didn't you say that Iron Head's five sons could train a dog king and a wolf king? Why did you give them away so easily?"
"The King of Dogs and the King of Wolves aren't trained in the yard. Besides, I'm too old to go into the forest, and you're not interested in that anyway."