Chapter 122: Buttocks Theory
“That punch was very powerful, how could you bring yourself to do it?”
Feng An thought for a long time, and finally asked.
Yun Ce pointed to the red date horse, which was strolling along the roadside with a seductive gait, its plump hips swaying, and said, “When you see the red date horse’s buttocks, what do you think of?”
“A beauty’s…”
“Yes, that’s what I thought too. It’s normal, isn’t it? The problem is, do you want to assault the red date horse, or the beauty?”
“Naturally, the beauty.”
“That’s right. That beautiful Imperial Consort Yu, in my eyes, is like the red date horse’s buttocks.”
“Those not of our kind cannot be with us.” After Yun Ce’s explanation, he felt that he could now single-handedly confront that ghostly beautiful Gui Fang woman.
Back at the manor, Feng An and Liang Kun went to find a place to bury Qin Shi’s corpse. Yun Ce saw E Ji, who was smiling like a flower, and went up to give her a kiss. This time, he could feel the wonderful sensation of E Ji’s warm lips touching his own.
As for Heng Ji’s face, it was already becoming vaguely indistinguishable from the red date horse’s buttocks.
The Gui Fang people were originally wild beasts!
After the dragon arrived, they began to evolve, to develop sentience. Later, the disloyal son of the Yellow Emperor was banished to Gui Fang, and the Gui Fang people began to take on human form.
Their rate of evolution was too fast; in less than a few thousand years, they completed a process of evolution that took humans millions of years.
The evolution of Earthlings was self-evolution. The most basic stage of evolution took millions of years. After such a long period of foundation building, Homo sapiens even ate Neanderthals, leaving many hidden dangers.
Do you expect to evolve a group of wild beasts into humans through gene exchange over a few thousand years?
Yun Ce didn’t believe it. After all, even humans and the most similar species, gorillas, have reproductive barriers. For the Yellow Emperor’s descendants to exchange genes with the Gui Fang people, there must be an unavoidable connection with the dragon.
Because, from the legend that the dragon has nine sons, each different, can we understand it this way—the dragon has no reproductive barrier with all species, from elephants to ants.
Therefore, the dragon is the creator of all universal life.
Feng An and Liang Kun returned after burying the body and told E Ji about Yun Ce beating Heng Ji. E Ji immediately softened, hugged his neck, and sat in his arms, her warm breath almost igniting Yun Ce.
Just as Yun Ce was getting restless, Yun Linchuan’s shiny bald head suddenly appeared in his mind.
“If you dare to touch a girl under eighteen, I’ll make you try it yourself.”
The lust that had just been aroused by E Ji receded like a tide in an instant.
In fact, he didn’t need to try it; Yun Ce knew the consequences of such an act on Earth. Although he wouldn’t be taken out for target practice by Yun Linchuan, his fate would definitely not be good.
He didn’t know why Yun Linchuan hated libertines so much. Yun Linchuan was nineteen when he got married, and his great-grandmother was only sixteen!
“People can be bad, but they cannot commit evil deeds.” This was another of Yun Linchuan’s catchphrases, which Yun Ce remembered clearly.
E Ji, nestled in Yun Ce’s arms, could clearly feel that she was about to achieve her goal. Unfortunately, that passionate warmth soon faded away.
“Waa—” E Ji cried loudly.
Helplessly, Yun Ce immediately took E Ji to the room where the ancestors were worshipped and pointed to the memorial tablet of Yun Linchuan, which had been re-erected not long ago, and said, “Come, come, you tell him that he is the one who stipulated that the Yun Clan’s wives must be eighteen years old. If you can convince him, we will officially get married tomorrow.”
E Ji stopped crying when she heard this, and sobbing, she asked, “How will I know if I’ve convinced him?”
“Have him send me a dream, saying that I can marry you now.”
E Ji playfully hit Yun Ce, took down the ancestor’s memorial tablet, and carefully wiped it with her handkerchief.
In E Ji’s mind, no one could lie using the ancestors, so since Yun Ce said so, the ancestors must have stipulated it.
As the head wife of this branch of the Yun Clan, she naturally had to strictly abide by the ancestral precepts. However, if the old ancestor really condescended to send a dream to the young master, that would be best.
E Ji eventually told Yun Ce about the High Priest urging her to have a child for the Yun Clan soon.
Yun Ce’s face turned as black as iron.
E Ji only knew that the High Priest was looking out for her, but Yun Ce knew clearly that he simply wanted to enrich the gene pool of the Han People.
This branch of the Han people had lived independently in the wilderness for thousands of years. Strictly speaking, their blood relations were still too close. During the Yellow Emperor’s era, the human population could never increase significantly. Later, when Huo Qubing brought a contingent of troops, the human population increased to six hundred million in two thousand years.
If the High Priest knew that only he himself was coming, he would surely be very disappointed.
The old man was still testing him, trying to determine if he was from the ancestral land by the child he had with E Ji.
With the High Priest’s cover, Yun Ce and Doggy went to the volcano several more times. Although the fire in the volcano was of no use for the Shehuo, every time Shehuo visited the volcano, it became more lively upon return. It would wander around in the Dragon Pearl, unlike before when it would just stay in one place and burn quietly.
After the He Month came the Suqiu Month. The full moon in the Suqiu Month looked about the same size as on Earth, but its angle was very low. It appeared every three days and each time for a very short duration, making the nights in Chang’an slightly cool.
During the day, the temperature was still very high, and the crops Yun Ce planted had officially entered a stage of rapid growth, especially the beans and baby beans. The bean vines grew more than a foot each day, and the herbaceous plants of the baby beans also became more lush day by day.
It wasn’t until the sixth day of the Suqiu Month that Yun Ce discovered that flowers had bloomed on the bean vines. They were pale purple flowers, less than Yun Ce’s fist in size, very beautiful, but they smelled slightly bitter.
Liu Changsheng had said that once the growth of these crops entered the next stage, he should be asked to take a look. Flowering naturally marked the next stage of growth, so Yun Ce sent Feng An to the Lantian County Office. The next day, Liu Changsheng arrived at the Yun Clan Manor with a group of people.
Today, there were even more flowers blooming on the bean vines. In the sunlight, they were a riot of colors, attracting countless insects to fly among them.
Liu Changsheng’s thin hand gently stroked every flower he could see, as if encouraging them to bear fruit and ripen smoothly.
An old man with a silver-white beard, after observing the entire cultivation process and irrigation system of the Yun Family Manor, said to Liu Changsheng, “I also plan to build a manor like this.”
Liu Changsheng smiled knowingly and said, “You don’t trust this old man?”
The old man with the silver-white beard did not seem very afraid of Liu Changsheng. He stood in the field with his hands behind his back and sighed, “What’s the use of one person, one family, cultivating? It’s best if everyone has a piece of land like this.
Then we wouldn’t need to send more people to gather in the distant wastelands.”
Liu Changsheng sneered, “I heard that people in Chang’an nowadays say that if they have to eat fodder and wear Yi Tree cloth, they would rather die.
Old Zhou, tell me, who is the person who said this? I’d like to see if he would commit suicide just because he has to eat fodder and wear Yi Tree cloth.”
Old Zhou said faintly, “They are just a group of sons of wealthy officials who have never experienced hardship. There’s no need to bother with them.”
Liu Changsheng said, “You are someone close to the Emperor. You should at least know what you should do.”
Old Zhou sighed, “I wish this beautiful manor didn’t appear in Chang’an. It should be at Iron Enclosure Pass.
Nowadays, the wasteland between Iron Enclosure Pass and the Great Wall, after so many years of harvesting, has become increasingly barren and can no longer provide more military supplies.
For every hundred li the supply line is extended, the transportation loss increases by half a percent. If the transportation line increases by a thousand li, the loss will exceed half.”
Liu Changsheng said, “Are you planning to have people plant food in the open space between Iron Enclosure Pass and the Great Wall?”
Old Zhou glanced at Yun Ce, who was standing not far away, and said, “Grand Master Rank is also a rank of the Great Han. Is it not his duty to share the worries of the country?”
Liu Changsheng also glanced at Yun Ce and said to Old Zhou, “This person is somewhat different.”
Old Zhou laughed heartily, “What, the order issued by the Grand Commandant’s Office does not apply to this person? Winter comes early in the north. By the Sangluo season, the Gui Fang people’s winter slaughter is already over. If their accumulated livestock is enough for self-sufficiency, so be it. Once it’s not enough, there will be another great battle under Iron Enclosure Pass.
They are reducing the population that exceeds the food supply, so their population matches their food. We are not like that. Honestly, every time a general is lost in battle at Iron Enclosure Pass, this old man feels unbearable pain.
If those children we carefully selected are lost in battle due to provision issues, Old Liu, even you, this old man will show no mercy.”
Liu Changsheng frowned, “We must at least see the yield of this season’s crops to see if it can be effective.”
Old Zhou waved his hand grandly, “Even growing one bean is good. One more bean at Iron Enclosure Pass means the Great Han can save twenty beans.
If we didn’t know before, it’s fine. But now that we know, he should go where he belongs. If he dies, it’s his burden; if he lives, we profit.”
Old Zhou was a bold man, and he spoke loudly, a habit developed on the battlefield, a habit that Yun Linchuan also possessed.
They hardly had any good habits. As soon as they saw a useful person, a delicious meal, or a formidable weapon, their first thought was how it would be in the army.
As for what the useful person thought, they didn’t care.
When Liu Changsheng waved at him, Yun Ce knew that he was about to be promoted.
Doggy shouted in Yun Ce’s mind—Go, go, I want territory, I want territory.
