When Meng Zhou arrived outside the Thousand Acres of Spiritual Fields, Yang Chong was already waiting there with a group of Qi-training monks.

Seeing him coming, Yang Chong quickly stepped forward and greeted: "Senior."

Meng Zhou looked at the Qi-training monks who were waiting at one side, and looked at Yang Chong with some doubts, with a question on his face.

Yang Chong hurriedly said: "Didn't you say that you are going to pick jade heart red fruits today?

I heard that the jade-heart red fruits must be picked immediately after they mature, and they will fall to the ground after a while, so I made some arrangements in advance.

The more people there are, the faster picking will be."

Meng Zhou suddenly realized, then shook his head and said with a smile: "I didn't explain it clearly. I pick spiritual fruits, but I don't need these people."

In Yang Chong's confused look, Meng Zhou had turned around and carefully looked at the thousand acres of jade heart red fruit.

Just now, when he appeared near the spiritual field, even though he was covered by a simple formation, he could still smell a fragrant and fresh aroma.

Thousands of acres of jade-hearted red fruit vines have turned yellow.

All their essences are condensed on the bunches of spiritual fruits on the pergola.

Dozens of vermilion spiritual fruits that are slightly larger than an adult's thumb are clustered together, like an inverted conical pagoda. Strings of them are hung on the pergola, like strange-shaped lanterns.

It looks extremely pleasant.

As soon as Meng Zhou thought about it, a bunch of jade-heart red fruits that he had taken a liking to nearby fell off the vine silently and flew into his hand.

He picked off one of the jade-heart red fruits, and with a slight movement of force in his hand, the invisible sharp blade slashed across the jade-heart red fruit, and he split the jade-heart red fruit into two pieces.

If you look carefully, you will see that inside the vermilion skin, there is a crystal pulp containing red juice.

But in the very center, there is a small bit of fruit pulp, as white as nephrite, with rich spirituality hidden in it.

Meng Zhou threw it in his mouth. It was sweet, delicious, and full of juice. What was even more amazing was that when he chewed it to the center, it was soft and chewy, which was very special.

"Well, not bad, it tastes much better than what I tasted at Hexin Tower."

Meng Zhou, who was appraising it in his mind, couldn't help but eat several more.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a soft swallowing sound.

Meng Zhou turned around and saw that not only Yang Chong was secretly swallowing, but also the qi-training monks further away, none of them could control the movement of their throats, but they still had very upright expressions on their faces.

Meng Zhou suddenly looked at Yang Chong and asked, "Give me your storage bag."

Yang Chong was puzzled, but he still took off the storage bag and handed it to Meng Zhou.

Meng Zhou held the storage bag and scanned the nearest spiritual field area with his eyes.

Then they saw bunches of jade-heart red fruits silently detached from the cane, flying towards Meng Zhou one after another, and he put them all into Yang Chong's storage bag.

He didn't stop until he had picked all the jade-heart red fruits produced in the nearby acre of spiritual fields and put them into it, and handed the storage bag to Yang Chong.

As early as when Meng Zhou started to put the spiritual fruits into the storage bag, Yang Chong was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his head.

At this moment, Meng Zhou handed the storage bag containing so many jade heart fruits back to his hand. He was so frightened that he quickly waved his hand and refused:

"Senior, I can't have it."

Meng Zhou patted the storage bag back on his hand and said:

"This is not for you alone. You have worked hard to take care of the spiritual field in the past few years. Today's harvest is for everyone to have a taste of it."

It was not for him and his wife, but for everyone. Naturally, Yang Chong could no longer refuse.

A group of qi-training monks nearby heard clearly, and their eyes became eager.

After handling the matter, Meng Zhou ignored it.

Looking towards Qianmu Spiritual Field, a dark green gourd appeared in his hand.

He threw the dark green gourd into the spiritual field. The small dark green gourd floated in the air and grew slightly larger.

The mouth of the gourd is facing downward, facing the pergola below.

Soon, the jade-heart red fruits on the pergola below broke away from the canes one after another and were sucked into the gourd's belly.

The dark green gourd moves quickly in the air, like a vacuum cleaner, accurately sucking the strings of jade-heart red fruits below into its belly.

But except for the jade heart and red fruit, everything else was not affected at all.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the dark green gourd visited all areas of the Thousand-acre Spiritual Field.

The jade-heart red fruits that were originally covered with vines in the thousand-acre spiritual field were all harvested. There was not a single jade-heart red fruit left, and only dry, yellow and withered old vines were visible.

Meng Zhou stretched out his hand and collected the empty gourd in his palm. Then he looked at Governor Li next to him and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Li, you are here too."

When Meng Zhou controlled the Nakong gourd to collect the jade-heart red fruit, and when he had received half of it, Governor Li had also rushed over.

However, when he saw "Fellow Daoist Zhuang" manipulating the magic weapon, he didn't make a sound to disturb him and just stood aside quietly.

At this moment, seeing "Fellow Taoist Zhuang" looking at him, he quickly retracted his gaze from the Nakong Gourd and responded with a smile: "I know what you have gained today, so I came over to take a look."

As he said that, he looked at the spiritual field where the picking had been completed and only the withered yellow old vines were left, and said, "Can we arrange to plow this spiritual field now?"

Meng Zhou nodded and smiled: "Next, this spiritual field will be left to you."

Governor Li nodded happily and said, "Okay, I'll make arrangements right now."

After saying that, he asked again: "How many acres of wasteland does Mr. Zhuang want to open up this time?"

Meng Zhou asked back: "If I use up all the free quota for these years, how many acres of wasteland can I reclaim?"

Governor Li thought for a while and said: "We should be able to open up another five to six thousand acres of wasteland."

Meng Zhou nodded: "Well, I already have 4,000 acres, so I will open up another 6,000 acres to make 10,000 acres."

Upon hearing this, Governor Li nodded and said, "Okay."

In the past, it would have been a very eye-catching thing for a landowner to manage more than a thousand acres of spiritual land in the Sanchuan Plain.

But things are different now. The ecology of Sanchuan Plateau has long since changed.

Many people are saying privately that wherever the current landowners open spiritual fields, they are basically spiritual mines that can grow.

Although the output cannot be compared with a real spiritual mine, it is better than being continuously renewable.

As long as you hold on to it, this is an inheritance that can be passed down to your family.

"I have one more request." Meng Zhou said.

Governor Li quickly said: "You tell me."

"This newly opened spiritual field should not be gathered together with the original four thousand acres of spiritual field. It should go around the courtyard and be separated from other areas." Meng Zhou said.

Upon hearing this request, Governor Li paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "No problem."

Ten thousand acres of spiritual land, surrounding the courtyard, and the territory of the courtyard area itself can basically guarantee that there is no need to worry about other farm owners "invading" within a radius of three miles.

At this moment, Yang Chong, under the arrangement of Governor Li, had led a group of Qi-training monks to dismantle the pergola in the thousand-acre spiritual field.

Meng Zhou then told Governor Li:

"Fellow Daoist Li, I will leave this spiritual field to you.

...What I can guarantee is that there will be no shortage of spiritual rain water, and there will be as much as you need."

After that, Meng Zhou didn't stay any longer, informed Governor Li and Yang Chong, and returned to his courtyard.

Governor Li was stunned. He saw the formations in the courtyard opening and closing in the distance, and fellow Taoist Zhuang had disappeared. He couldn't help but said to Yang Chong next to him:

"I have seen a lot of people who have become crazy through cultivation, but it is really rare to see people as persistent as Taoist friend Zhuang."

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After leaving all the matters surrounding Lingtian to Governor Li, Meng Zhou once again devoted all his energy to cultivation.

June 30th, late at night.

When Meng Zhou paused the practice of Leiyin Sword and entered the quiet room, this spell brought him another 2100 points of experience, and his accumulation at the master level took another step forward.

"Thunder Sound Sword Master 4100/12000"

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Early morning on the third day of July.

Cultivation progress +20, foundation building eight levels 790/1000.

After finishing this retreat and walking out of the quiet room, Meng Zhou looked up and saw a heavy rain falling in the pond area.

Meng Zhou's consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Through the moon mirror, Meng Zhou discovered that the original thousand-acre spiritual field where jade-heart and red fruits were planted had changed drastically.

Not only have all the pergolas and old yellow vines arranged vertically and horizontally above been cleared away, but the land has also been completely plowed, and a little bit of weak vitality is gestating in the thin soil under the soil layer.

Not only has plowing been completed, but new spiritual seeds have also been planted.

Several qi-training monks were fetching water from the reservoir, using magic power to break up the spiritual rainwater into a mist that was thicker than the fog but lighter than the raindrops. It lightly covered the soil and penetrated into the soil.

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Not only this thousand acres, but also large areas of spiritual fields around the courtyard that were originally wasteland have been opened up.
To be continued...