Chen Anhe suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.
Although the Zifu monks are not considered valuable in the West Sea Spiritual Realm, there are a lot of Zifu in Wancheng City, but after all they are masters, who is willing to take care of the crops.
Even a Ling Zhifu of the Zifu rank cannot plow the fields and weed the fields himself!
In fact, Chen Anhe has already prepared a tenant farmer for Wang Chen, who is responsible for planting a hundred acres of farmland.
Let Wang Chen sit back and enjoy his achievements in comfort, stay in the village center and practice peacefully, without having to meddle in other people's business.
Chen Anhe even thought that he would pay all the expenses for hiring tenant farmers!
As a result, Wang Chen didn't play according to common sense at all, which immediately made him feel numb, but he had no reason to object.
After thinking about it, Chen Anhe summoned an old man over.
He introduced: "This is Old Yuan Tou, who used to be responsible for looking after the farmland."
Chen Anhe has already thought clearly, since Wang Chen is willing to do whatever he wants, let him do whatever he wants.
As long as it doesn’t ruin the big things for you and others, that’s fine!
Old Yuan Tou looks like he is sixty or seventy years old, has a third level of Qi cultivation, has dark skin and a weathered face.
He saluted Wang Chen with sincerity and said: "Xiao Xiu Yuan Fang, pay your respects to your Excellency."
"Um."
Wang Chen nodded and said to Chen Anhe, "Go and do your work."
"yes."
Chen Anhe said respectfully, "Then Xiao Xiu will leave first."
After he left, Wang Chen had free time to "inspect" his own farmland.
Although the location and quality of this hundred acres of farmland are not the best, among all the spiritual fields in Datian Village, there should be no problem in being classified as an upper-middle level.
Wang Chen knew very well that the best spiritual field in the village must belong to the Huang family!
He won't care about it for the time being.
Because the farmland had been abandoned for two years without cultivation, the land was covered with weeds as tall as half a man.
Wang Chen knelt down and grabbed a handful of dirt.
The black oil is quite fertile.
He sprinkled the soil in his hands, stood up and said, "What a pity."
Old Yuan Tou, who was following him, was frightened: "Xiao Xiu is only qualified to be a caretaker and has no right to touch every plant or tree in the field. Please forgive me."
The old monk thought Wang Chen was unhappy.
Wang Chen smiled and said, "I know."
Through inquiries, we learned that Old Yuan Tou was a lonely old man and a migrant, so he was arranged by Chen Anhe to take care of his farmland.
Two years ago, after Wang Chen's predecessor went missing in the mountains, the position of village chief was vacant. Until a replacement arrived, the farmland could not continue to be cultivated, so it has been abandoned to this day.
Lao Yuantou's task was just to watch over the farmland and prevent other villagers from coming here to farm privately or herd sheep and cattle.
Because every plant and tree in the field belongs to the village chief!
After walking along the boundary line, Wang Chen asked Lao Yuantou to step back a certain distance.
He activated his magic power to fly into the air, floating ten feet high in the air.
The next moment, a hot flame condensed in Wang Chen's palm and expanded rapidly.
Whoops!
A huge fire crow emerged from the fire, suddenly spread its long wings, and swooped down towards the spiritual field below.
The moment it approached the ground, it trembled suddenly and instantly transformed into countless little fire crows.
Fire rain fell from the sky, and each fire crow jumped into the grass, setting off a sea of fire!
The extremely tenacious weeds were instantly ignited, and blazing flames shot into the sky.
The little insect beasts living in the grass were suddenly destroyed. They tried desperately to escape, but were knocked down by the flames and high temperature.
The fire grew stronger with the addition of wind, and soon engulfed hundreds of acres of farmland!
Countless weeds turned into ashes, and the high-temperature flames licked the soil, penetrated deep into the soil, destroyed the grass roots, and also killed the eggs of insects lurking in the soil.
In just half a cup of tea, hundreds of acres of farmland were cleared cleanly.
All the weeds, as well as countless bugs and small animals, turned into ashes and spread a thick layer.
Old Yuan Tou was stunned!
There are many monks cultivating spiritual fields, and it is normal to use magic to burn and weed the fields.
But he had never seen anyone like Wang Chen, who could easily acquire a hundred acres of spiritual land.
The old monk looked at Wang Chen in the air with awe, and the latter's powerful image had been deeply imprinted in his heart.
However, Wang Chen is not over yet.
He pinched the magic formula with his hands and continued to perform the Yun Yu Jue.
The surrounding water vapor gathered at an alarming speed, and soon formed rain clouds above the shed field.
A light drizzle fell.
The rainwater, which is rich in spiritual energy, wets the warm ashes on the ground and nourishes this thirsty land.
The black soil looks more oily.
Wang Chen fell back to the ground.
He handed Lao Yuantou a storage bag: "Go find a few people and help me plant all the wheat seeds in it."
These seeds were purchased by Wang Chen in Wancheng before.
There are many varieties of spiritual wheat grown in the spiritual fields of the West Sea Lingyu. He chose a type of wheat called "Broken Silver", which is of the same grade as yellow rice.
Old Yuan Tou took the storage bag with both hands and said hesitantly: "Sir, the sowing season has passed now."
Lingmai is sown in spring and harvested in autumn. It can only be planted once a year. It is already midsummer.
Other people’s spiritual wheat is beginning to bear ears!
Although monks can use magic to ripen wheat seeds, this is not cost-effective at all.
Wang Chen didn't explain: "Just follow it and calculate the cost."
Old Yuan Tou didn't dare to refute the village chief, so he hurriedly agreed.
Wang Chen walked around again and then returned to the village.
Since there are many spiritual fields near Shetian, many farmers are working in the fields, so they all saw the process of Wang Chen using magic to clear the fields.
So the news that Wang Chen wanted to cultivate the farmland himself spread all of a sudden in Datian Village!
Everyone felt that Wang Chen's head seemed to have been kicked by his big green donkey.
Otherwise, the majestic Master Zifu would do such a stupid job. Wouldn't this be an embarrassment to himself?
I feel that this village chief is not doing his job properly.
Of course, the villagers only complained secretly, and no one dared to talk about it in person.
But some people feel that the new village chief is quite down-to-earth and does not have the air of a superior man.
As foreign rulers, they had an instinctive repulsion and wariness towards Wang Chen.
In short, everyone's sense of Wang Chen is quite complicated.
But Wang Chen didn't care what others thought of him. After Old Yuan Tou found someone to sow all the wheat seeds, he would come to the field every day to spread clouds and rain to ripen the planted seeds.
It can truly be said to be a return to old business.
Of course, every move he made in the village was immediately reported to Huang Deqi, Chen Anhe and others.
Several people were also a little confused. They didn't know whether Wang Chen was serious about farming or just looking for something to do out of boredom.
Seeing Wang Chen acting like this every day, they couldn't help but become less wary of Wang Chen.
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The first update is here, and the second chapter will be updated tomorrow morning.