Spring passes and autumn comes, and the year comes to an end.
"This small Qianshan Mountain has four seasons."
Jiang Ming raised his head and looked at the sky. The outside world should have been cold and windy, and everything was withered. However, under the formation of Xiao Qianshan, the place was full of aura and the climate was suitable. The trees were lush and leafy, and there was no hint of cold at all.
This is naturally not for the beautiful scenery, but to create the best growing conditions for the spiritual fields all over the mountains and plains...
"The harvest should be almost done today!"
Jiang Ming calculated the time, walked out of the yard carrying a small wine gourd, and walked to his spiritual field while drinking wine leisurely.
Nine months had passed since he planted spiritual rice for the first time, and it was now time for the third harvest.
As the level of farming has steadily increased, Jiang Ming can now produce more than three dou more from one acre of land than others. Every season, he can earn more than three spiritual stones from three acres of spiritual fields.
"That's twelve or three yuan a year. Add in the salary from Lingzhi Hall and the extra money you earn, maybe you can actually pocket fifty yuan of spiritual stones..."
Jiang Ming made a calculation in his mind and felt that Lingzhi Hall was not bad. It would be great if he could live in such peace and harmony, save up money to buy some magic weapons, and then find opportunities to learn alchemy or something like that...
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In the spiritual field.
A dozen mortals are sticking their butts out and working hard to harvest rice with sickles. After that, they will go to the open space in front of Jiangmingyuan to grind out spiritual rice...
Seeing Jiang Ming coming, these mortals all greeted him with fear and awe, and worked harder one by one.
For these mortals, finding a job working for immortal cultivators is almost like a windfall from heaven...
Of course, risks and benefits coexist. Although fighting is prohibited during the day, if you encounter immortal cultivators with bad tempers, there are many ways to kill these mortals...
"But for me, life in this small Qianshan is quite comfortable..."
Hiring these mortals to work only cost a few silver taels. Compared with the value of the spiritual stone, it was almost the same as a piece of earth. It saved Jiang Ming a lot of effort.
But that's what ordinary labor can do. Those high-level jobs such as alchemy are not something ordinary people can get involved in...
Jiang Ming inspected the area, told the leaders to work hard and not be lazy, and then prepared to leave.
"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang..."
Suddenly, a figure ran over from the field ridge nearby and shouted enthusiastically.
"Lao Guzi..."
Jiang Ming glanced at the person who came. He was an old man with half-white hair and a third-level Qi practitioner. Like him, he was farming on Xiao Qingfeng.
This is the most common group of people in Xiaoqianshan. They are old, have low cultivation level, and know nothing else. However, because they or their families cannot sleep peacefully, they can only make a living by cultivating spiritual fields...
Although this old Guzi is a cultivator, he farms here during the day, but is reluctant to rent a cave at night. Instead, he leaves Xiaoqianshan and lives in a small town with thin spiritual energy in the outside world, hoping to earn spiritual power by farming.
Shi, buy his son a real cave in this Xiaoqian Mountain, so that his son can go further on the road of cultivating immortality...
"If you can buy a house by farming, how can the gentlemen of Xiaoqianshan buy high-grade elixirs and exquisite magical instruments..."...
Jiang Ming sighed in his heart. This old millet has been planting spiritual rice here for fifty years...perhaps he will continue to plant it for the rest of his life.
However, Lao Guzi understands these things without him reminding him, but he may still hold a trace of fantasy in his heart, maybe he wants to make a sudden fortune one day, or maybe one day the masters will show kindness and lower the price...
Jiang Ming shook his head and threw these thoughts behind him. He threw the wine gourd to Lao Guzi and said with a smile, "Have you got your number?"
"Thank you, Brother Jiang!" Lao Guzi took the wine gourd with bright eyes, carefully poured a little into his mouth, and then respectfully returned it to Jiang Ming, handing over a piece of paper with runes printed on it:
"Here, this is the receipt I just bought...Brother Jiang, it's really hard to arrange your number. You only work five times a month. From the time I arranged my number until now, I have received two harvests of rice."
Got it!"
A master of advanced cigarettes
Immortal cultivators of the rain technique are definitely the most popular in this spiritual field. As soon as Jiang Ming's information was disclosed by Lingzhi Hall, many people knew about it and came to beg him for rain.
Moreover, although Jiang Ming had little attendance, he worked hard and worked hard, and he also accumulated a good reputation among the circles of cultivators who farmed.
The old man named Lao Guzi humbly said: "Brother Jiang, you must help me... I am counting on you for the last harvest of this year."
Jiang Ming took the receipt, glanced at it to confirm the authenticity, and then sighed: "Brother, please forgive me, my cultivation level is low, I still have to practice, and I have to work for the hall, and I can't go to work every day..."
In fact, Jiang Ming was just used to sleeping in and didn't want to work.
The more you work, the more you earn, the more you will be jealous...
"Of course, of course... the adults in Lingzhi Hall are busy, I understand that!"
Lao Guzi nodded quickly and said, "There are only a few people in Lingzhi Hall, but they are in charge of tens of thousands of acres of Ling rice fields and spiritual medicine fields in Xiaoqian Mountain. They are notoriously busy."
While talking, Lao Guzi also hurriedly offered a few broken spirit stones the size of soybeans. For low-level casual cultivators, farming for a year can only earn three or five spirit stones. Almost all complete spirit stones are carefully hidden.
At home, I rarely take it out.
Jiang Ming took the spirit stone, nodded, and walked to Lao Guzi's field.
To be honest, he sympathized with Lao Guzi a little bit... but sympathy was sympathy, and he had to follow the rules when doing things. If he didn't follow the rules here, he would not only be looked down upon by people like Lao Guzi, but also easily get into trouble from his peers.
Lao Guzi's spiritual field covers a total of eight acres. Jiang Ming showed off his fourth level of Qi training and worked for most of a day before using the mist and rain technique on all the spiritual rice.
"It's finally over, the spiritual energy is almost exhausted...I'm so exhausted!"
Jiang Ming's face was pale and he was breathing heavily, but he secretly estimated in his heart that when he gave Lao Guzi rain for the first time, he spent almost half of his spiritual power. Although there was no breakthrough in the past six months, his spiritual power has become more profound and concentrated.
If you water Lao Guzi now, you won't even be able to use 30% of your spiritual power...
It is getting closer and closer to him breaking through to the late stage of Qi training. He may be able to break through before he harvests his next crop of spiritual rice...
Lao Guzi quickly handed over tea and a bowl of braised pig's trotters rice bowl. It was ordinary white rice mixed with a little spiritual rice, but it was so fragrant that it made people want to eat...
"I'm interested..."
Jiang Ming raised his thumb, I am afraid that even Lao Guzi himself would not be willing to eat this stuff.
He sat casually on the ridge of the field, ate everything under the anxious gaze of Lao Guzi, and then patted Lao Guzi on the shoulder and left.
Lao Guzi looked at the bottom of the empty bowl, but he grinned happily. Seeing that it was getting late, he quickly turned around and walked down the mountain, humming a little tune along the way, estimating this season's harvest...
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Lingzhi Peak.
The base camp of Lingzhi Hall, the most precious medicinal materials in Xiaoqian Mountain are basically grown here. In the medicinal fields on the mountain that are shining with light, the value of each medicinal plant is more than a spiritual stone, worth more than
An acre of spiritual rice.
"Senior Brother Jiang, here we come!"
At the intersection at the bottom of the mountain, a middle-aged man with a fourth level of Qi training greeted Jiang Ming.
On the surface, both of them are at the fourth level of qi training, but Jiang Ming, who has mastered the advanced mist and rain technique, has to move up two small steps in Lingzhi Hall. Except for the later stage of qi training, he has almost the highest status.
A wave of people.
"Duan Ping, you are on duty today!"
Jiang Ming greeted him warmly and was about to continue walking up the mountain when the middle-aged man named Duan Ping suddenly remembered something and said quickly:
"By the way, Senior Brother Zhong Gui came here this morning. He said that his hands were itchy, so he applied them to the six or seven medicinal fields that were supposed to be rained today..."
"What?"
Jiang Ming was stunned for a moment, and then he pretended to be furious:
"Then what kind of work does he want us to do? As the old saying goes, immortal cultivators should not be too idle. If they are idle, they will easily breed inner demons and become slack... We only have the time to work with a stick of incense every day, and he still wants to steal...
...Are you trying to break my Taoist heart?"
Although there are many medicinal fields in Lingzhi Peak, cultivating elixirs does not require raining every day. After Jiang Ming arrived, he learned that sometimes by chance, there would be more than a dozen medicinal fields a day, and if not, there would only be one or two.
Film is also possible...
"Senior Brother Jiang, calm down, calm down!"
Duan Ping said with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhong Gui said that everyone is busy tonight. The Yuqiong Tower is celebrating the third anniversary of its opening. We have to go and taste it to see if our spiritual rice has the right taste.
...Lest the cooked rice not taste good and ruin the reputation of Lingzhi Peak!"
Jiang Ming nodded and said seriously: "This is business!"
"Also, Miss Ziwan from Miaoyin Pavilion brewed an improved version of sweet-scented osmanthus brew using spiritual rice. We also need to rate it..."
Jiang Ming nodded repeatedly: "Then I'm quite busy tonight!"
"Yes... the task is very heavy!" Duan Ping slapped his thigh and said solemnly.
Then the two looked at each other and both smiled.
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Yuqiong Tower!
Among the top five restaurants in Xiaoqianshan, a casual meal for two people would cost five or six spiritual stones, which is equivalent to the amount of land Lao Guzi could plant for a year.
A dozen figures filed in through the back door and entered a side hall in the corner of the second floor. After a while, they were changing glasses and drinking wine.
"Zhong Gui, if you steal someone else's job without permission, I won't punish you... punish yourself with three drinks today!"
A fat cultivator patted the table. It was Feng He who originally invited Jiang Ming to join Lingzhi Peak. As a master of the eighth level of Qi training, he was also one of the powerful figures in Lingzhi Peak...
"Humph, who are you looking down on with three cups? Let me give you a show of blowing three jugs in a row..." A tall, strong man laughed loudly, grabbed the jug and drank it from Gudong Gudong.
Everyone was in a commotion, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious. Except for Jiang Ming, Zhong Gui and a few other people who mastered the advanced mist and rain technique, there were actually not many real members of Lingzhi Hall.
Except for the medicine fields in the base camp that need to be taken care of occasionally, the spiritual rice fields and other chores are basically taken care of by casual cultivators...
Duan Ping and others take turns guarding the mountain gate, which is already the most arduous job... Sending a formal member to guard the gate can also show that they are serious about the work, and in case there is a high-level inspection of Xiaoqianshan, they can also be informed in advance
Welcome...
A thin, ordinary-looking young man sitting in the front seat smiled and raised his glass to Jiang Ming:
"Xiaojiang...are you still used to it after being here for more than half a year?"
"Aside from being a little busy, I'm surprisingly... I'm getting used to it quite well!"
Jiang Ming quickly stood up and retorted, "This man looks ordinary, but he is a major cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, the master of Lingzhi Hall, Huang Chu, who is probably over two hundred years old..."
"Okay, the essence of our Lingzhi Hall lies in the word 'busy'. If you can understand this, you have already entered the door..."
Huang Chu, however, had no airs about the foundation period at all, and said with a smile:
"Work hard. It's like being at home in Lingzhi Hall. You can do whatever you want. There won't be so much intrigue... We, a group of farmers, can't get along with each other."
Then comes a new round of changing cups and tasting delicious food...
"This Lingzhi Hall... is so damn busy!"
While Jiang Ming was eating and drinking, he was filled with emotion. It wasn't until he came in that he realized that there were rumors about Lingzhi Hall from the outside world. He was extremely busy every day, sorting out the information on the spiritual field, and doing various chores. Huang Chu was so angry that he smashed a mountain...
…It’s all fake!
All the rumors were spread by Hall Master Huang... Oh no, they were spread by the brothers of Lingzhi Hall... Even the elders at the top of Xiaoqianshan seemed to believe them.
They allocated a lot of funds and sent people to ask for help, for fear that Huang Chu would give up his job.
In fact, Huang Chu had already hired formation masters to handle those tasks fully automatically... He just sent someone to replenish the formation with spiritual stones every day.
Of course, being busy is not fake...especially at night...
Jiang Ming has been here for more than half a year and has already appraised the restaurants in Xiaoqianshan for no less than ten rounds... He suddenly realized that Lingzhi Hall didn't seem to be that good.
So poor, there seems to be a lot of money to be made from farming and selling rice...
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At the wine table, Feng He was already shouting:
"Let's go, time is tight tonight, the tasks are heavy, and we have to go to Miaoyin Pavilion... I will return the spiritual rice that whoever ordered, so I can be full without eating staple food!"
Feng He slapped the table and led everyone to the Miaoyin Pavilion to taste the sweet-scented osmanthus wine. There were three spiritual stones in a pot, and another worth thirty yuan...
The next morning, Jiang Mingcai returned to the cave feeling refreshed and refreshed. This is what he calls cultivating immortality!
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A few days later, Duan Ping suddenly visited and gave Jiang Ming a storage ring.
"This is..." Jiang Ming was shocked. Although the storage ring is not a serious magic weapon, the lowest level one is worth more than 20 spiritual stones...
"Hey, the dividends from our Lingzhi Hall...your fellow seniors who have mastered the advanced mist and rain technique, after a year of hard work, are more than us. It's just that you have only been here for half a year, so you may be less than senior fellow Zhong Gui...
…”
Duan Ping winked, then quickly turned around and left, sending it to others.
"A year of hard work..." Jiang Ming looked at the storage ring in his hand with a strange look on his face.
Staying here at Lingzhi Hall... seems really nice.
Buzz~
Before Jiang Ming had time to check the storage ring, there was sudden movement outside the door.
He opened the door and saw a burly gray-haired man standing outside the door, walking around with a frown.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, what can I do?" Jiang Ming asked with a frown.
It was not long after he moved here that a neighbor who moved near him seemed to be a cash-strapped person and rented a cave of the lowest quality.
The two have met several times, but their friendship is not deep and they have never taken the initiative to visit each other.
When the gray-haired man saw Jiang Ming walking out, he quickly stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "There is an opportunity. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Jiang is interested..."
Hearing the word opportunity, Jiang Ming's body tightened instantly, wasn't it... I have only been stable for a few years.
"Where is the opportunity?" Jiang Ming asked tentatively.
"Right in the middle of Lihuo Domain..." the gray-haired man said quickly.
"Oh, I'm not going!" When Jiang Ming heard that this was not the turmoil in Xiaoqianshan, he immediately felt relieved. He turned his head and closed the door.
The gray-haired man was stunned. After a moment, he cursed a few words under his breath, snorted coldly, and turned around to leave...
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