[Hunting + farming + multiple heroines + rebels + hegemony + living dead!
Three hexagrams can be drawn every day!
[Fate: Weak body, quit quickly!
[Today's fortune: good luck]
[Daji: At the southern foot of Qingfeng Mountain, there is a white fox with an injured right leg. If you go there, you may be able to harvest its fur!
[Zhongji: At the foot of Bailong Mountain, a pheasant is dying. Go quickly to get the chicken!
[Xiaji: There are hairy crabs in the pond not far from the village, feel free to catch them. Today's dynasties do not consider this food edible, and there is a risk of ridicule.
Traveling through the years of famine, Song Yang carried the sandalwood lottery stick from his previous life in his mind.
There are one hundred hexagrams inside, and three can be drawn every day.
Others gnawed tree bark and ate Guanyin soil, but Song Yang ate meat.
Others could not afford to raise a single wife, but Song Yang had many wives and concubines.
War was approaching, and Song Yang had food and people, so he resolutely rose up.
Entering Linyang City, Song Yang wanted to recite a poem at this scene.
When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.
The incense formation soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor.
Outside Linyang City, the fog dispersed.
The dark crowd below had expressionless faces and stiff muscles.
Wait, is this still a human?
Living dead? Zombies...
