Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Mei Hua stayed outside the breeding room for six whole days.

The matter of seeds is a task assigned by the boss himself, and he must attach great importance to it.

So, as the chief steward of the Song Mansion, Mei Hua sent away the others and took charge personally.

When the door opened, Mei Hua, who had been a little sleepy, suddenly became energetic.

He greeted him with a smile on his face and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, is it over?"

"Well, I'd like to trouble you, Fellow Taoist Mei, to invite the master!"

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away. Thank you for your hard work."

Mei Hua said "Thank you for your hard work" several times before turning around and running.

After a while, Song Yunxi rushed over quickly, gave Chen Mo a hug without saying a word, and then patted him on the back repeatedly.

Chen Mo was dumbfounded by his actions, but he also knew that the other party was sincere, so he let him go.

"Brother Song, here it is! Here are eight hundred kilograms of seeds."

Song Yunxi took the storage ring and put it on his index finger without looking at it. At the same time, he handed the reward of 12 low-grade spiritual stones to Chen Mo and said excitedly: "Let's go! Take you to our Wenshefang City." Let’s play in Xiangge!”

If you are interested, please invite us.

However, Chen Mo still shook his head.

"Brother Song, I want to go back and rest for a day or two. Seeing that spring plowing is about to begin, there is no time to delay! You can go to Wenxiang Pavilion at any time."

"You! You are really responsible!"

Song Yunxi didn't force it, and what the other party said was right. Ling Zhifu came to his door frequently these days, waiting to buy spiritual rice seeds.

If it weren't for his new appointment and other shops were still waiting to see, they would have started selling spiritual seeds at high prices!

"I am Ling Zhifu."

After saying that, they both laughed at the same time.

The laughter seemed very hearty.

After bidding farewell to Song Yunxi, Chen Mo returned to his spiritual field residence accompanied by Mei Hua.

Originally, his eldest brother wanted to deliver it in person, but he refused.

It's still early, and Chen Mo doesn't really plan to rest. He has rested in the breeding room for two days. What he needs to do now is to plow the ground as soon as possible, lay out the imaging array, and plant the seeds!

He released Xiao Kang and threw a rake to it, letting this spiritual bird that could only eat and run consume almost unlimited energy.

This was not the first time that Xiao Kang had done this work. Although he was a little unskilled, he did it in an orderly and orderly manner.

At the same time, Chen Mo himself took a shovel and divided the 20 acres of spiritual land into four pieces with ridges.

The land Song Yunxi prepared for him was very complete, and he obviously took this into consideration.

But there is still a slight gap from what he planned.

…

After busy for most of the day, Xiao Kang plowed nearly 10 acres of land, and Chen Mo also successfully completed the division.

As evening approached, he saw the gazes from around him going back to the house and disappearing. Then he took out the spiritual sand from his arms and started to set up a photo array to take pictures of the mountain!

On the four plots of land, Chen Mo set up a total of three photo arrays.

Among them, the five acres of spiritual fields closest to the residence have both [Spirit Gathering] and [Ripening] activated at the same time.

The green [Gathering Spirit] talent can only cover 5 acres of land, so Chen Mo plans to plant something different!

The next day, Xiao Kang was kicked off the ground early, and he took the time to go to Baishefang City.

Nowadays, his brother, the owner of the shop, has also become famous here, and everyone is speculating on who he is related to, and why he wants to go deep into the fields and experience the life of Ling Zhifu.

In short, no one believes that Chen Mo is a real and pure spiritual husband!

Chen Mo naturally ignored the looks of these people and walked around Fangshi before arriving at the largest grain store here.

It was originally called Zhou's store, but now it's called Song's store!

In the business of collecting and selling grain, the owner of the workshop naturally has to keep the bulk of it in his hands, leaving some soup for other monks with connections.

As soon as Chen Mo entered the shop, the steward here raised his head and saw him.

Guan Xingxiang, who was originally holding his chin and feeling bored, jumped up instantly and ran around the counter to come to him.

"Chen...Fellow Daoist Chen, are you here?"

Guan Xingxiang originally wanted to call him "Master", but when he realized that he was too angry, he was afraid that the other party would not like it, so he quickly changed his mind.

Calling "fellow Taoist" is quite satisfactory, and you can't go wrong!

Naturally, Chen Mo didn't know that so many thoughts were running through the other person's mind in just one meeting.

He thought for a while and asked, "Let me buy some seeds."

"How much do you want, and I'll get it for you?"

purchase?

What a joke!

The shop owner’s brother still wants to buy? The Ziyunfeng monks who experience life still want to buy?

"Besides Linghuang rice, are there any other seeds?"

As soon as these words came out, Guan Xingxiang, who had just vowed to do so, suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He can still make the decision regarding Linghuang Rice, but other spiritual planting seeds are beyond his control.

I originally wanted to do a favor and let the boss brothers think of him well, but I didn't expect... I was too embarrassed!

"Yes, yes, but I...I can't make the decision here."

"It doesn't matter, you can tell me first."

When Chen Mo walked to the counter, Guan Xingxiang took the initiative to bring a round stool and motioned for him to sit down.

He himself went around behind the counter, pulled out a few boxes from a row of medicine cabinets similar to those in a drug store, and took out a few seeds with a silver shovel.

Guan Xingxiang poured the seeds on the oil paper and arranged them in a row.

"All of these?"

"May I introduce it to you?"

"Thank you!"

Guan Xingxiang blushed: "What are you talking about!"

He stared at the different seeds on the table, sorted out his thoughts and began to explain.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, there are seven kinds of seeds in Song's shop. The most common one is the spiritual yellow rice. Spiritual rice is used as a tax grain, whether in Ziyun Peak, Qingyang Sect, Pingduzhou, or even Wuchi Kingdom. This kind of grain has simple planting conditions and more ears. It is also a spiritual plant eaten by most cultivators."

Chen Mo nodded.

Having planted spiritual yellow rice for more than five years, he has also thought about these issues.

Now, hearing from the other party, he has a deeper understanding.

"Sorry, I don't know what to call you?"

Guan Xingxiang was delighted. It seems that he should start with the one that the other party is familiar with. It's right!

"My name is Guan Xingxiang. You can just call me Xiaoguan."

Xiaoguan?

Chen Mo smiled indifferently. The other party might be older than him!

"Fellow Daoist Guan, please continue."

Guan Xingxiang nodded, pointed to the two piles of seeds on the right and continued: "These seeds, which are as big as thumbs, are giant bone spiritual rice, which is also a first-level spiritual plant. You can see that this kind of rice is even bigger, and a single grain is as thick as a human finger. It is precisely because of this that the yield has not been increased. One mu of land requires about 1 jin of seeds, but often less than 20 jin is harvested."

"Is the output rate so low?"

Chen Mo was a little surprised.

"Yes! According to the 30 to 1 seed yield rate, the cost of 1 jin of seeds is 30 jin of spiritual rice, so few people will plant giant bone spiritual rice, and basically planting it is equivalent to losing money!"

"Then what is the meaning of this seed?"