I Become A Saint By Studying

"How fast?" Lin Yi asked.

"Look at fate!" Jiang Qinghe said.

"Are you serious?"

Lin Yi looked at Jiang Qinghe, and already began to have the idea of ​​not wanting to go to various schools of thought one by one.

Jiang Qinghe, who is also a 'tour guide', is really unreliable.

Just keep searching like this, who knows how many years later?

Jiang Qinghe said helplessly: "Master Lin, these farm children are like this, they live in no fixed place, the only place where they can be found is in the fields..."

"This Taoyuan terraced field is quite famous, so it's not a big problem to find it!"

"Master Lin, just stay in the restaurant, and leave the rest to me..."

Jiang Qinghe was very confident, he patted his chest and left the restaurant, and went out to inquire about news.

Lin Yi sighed lightly.

In his opinion, the road of study tour seems to be a bit slow.

He was worried that going on like this, before the integration was completed, the Heavenly Devil from outside the territory would come.

"I have to find a way to let people from various schools of thought come to me, so that I can save money."

...

at the same time.

In the depths of the mountains in Chuansui County, clouds and mist shrouded.

Large areas of terraced fields are looming in the clouds and mist, like a ladder from the world to the sky, magnificent and magnificent.

Here is Taoyuan terraced fields.

In the terraced fields, many farmers are working in the fields, planting rice, and some are researching seedlings.

People bent over and were busy, facing the ridges and backs to the sky.

now.

Somewhere on a field ridge, several young people gathered together. One of them was covered with mud and was wearing a bamboo hat.

A few youths beside him were also staring seriously.

"After our improvement, this seedling should be able to produce 300 catties per mu..." said the squatting young man.

"In this way, the ancestor can return to the embrace of the ancestor with peace of mind..."

"Yes, the ancestor has worked hard all his life to produce 300 catties per mu, and now is his last hope!"

"The old ancestor's health is getting worse every day, and his greatest wish is to see the yield of three hundred catties per mu..."

Several young people looked dignified, and there was a bit of worry between their brows.

"Success or failure depends on it!"

The squatting young man circulated the Spirit Power in his body, infused it into the seedlings, and soon the seedlings grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From the seedling stage to the tillering stage, then gradually to the booting stage, then to the heading and flowering stage, and then the milk. Ripening stage.

Finally... the original seedlings are in the young man's hands, slowly entering the yellow ripening stage, and the rich and substantial grains are a little golden, appearing in the eyes of several people.

Their originally full of hope, after seeing the number of grains... gradually became disappointed and lost.

The body of the squatting young man trembled slightly, and he said in a daze: "We have worked hard for so long...we have waited for so long, but we still failed!"

"Why? Why can't the breakthrough yield three hundred catties per mu?"

"Our farming family has not made further progress for nearly a thousand years. Why can't we breakthrough?"

"I'm not reconciled!"

The eyes of several young people were full of unwillingness, each of them clenched their fists tightly, and their dark faces were full of despair.

The squatting young man stood up, glanced at the people beside him, and said, "Let's go back! Some things have to be faced after all, I hope the ancestor can let go of his obsession..."

"Brother Chen, our seedling cultivation has failed, Brother Nine, don't know what to do?" A young man asked.

The young man said: "Su Jiu can be regarded as a Heavenly Horse, trying to make peaches and pears grow on the apple tree. If he succeeds, it will be a feat for our farm..."

"But in this way, your competition with Ninth Brother... will fail. I'm afraid the position of the young master..."

"yes!"

Several young people are Su Chen's loyal followers and disciples who study rice seedlings together. They are people on the same line.

And the Ninth Brother Su Jiu they talked about was another path taken by the peasant family.

Both of them are competing for the position of the young master of the farm family, and the condition is that the things they are responsible for can succeed.

Now Su Chen's plan to produce 300 catties of rice per mu has failed.

This undoubtedly made the balance of victory begin to tilt towards Su Jiu.

"Our farm family does not strive for fame and fortune. Whether it is successful or not, it is a great contribution to the farm family. The position of the young master... I don't care!"

Su Chen shook his head with a smile. He didn't have much pursuit of the position of young master. His only pursuit was to achieve breakthrough.

benefit the whole race.

That's all.

Su Chen washed his feet in the field, and then led a few young people down the mountain.

"Su, did you go down the mountain so quickly today?"

"How is it? Whether the seedlings you research are successful or not, we ordinary people, depend on you..."

Along the way, many farmers greeted Su Chen and others, showing their big yellow teeth.

Their skin is dark, and the wrinkles on their foreheads are so deep that they seem to be able to kill mosquitoes, but they give people a sense of simplicity.

Su Chen said: "Uncle, I don't have anything to do today, so I'll go back early, the matter of the seedlings is still under study..."

The farmer smiled and said, "All right, we mud-legged people are all waiting for your mu to yield three hundred catties!"

"it is good!"

Su Chen nodded slightly, "Then uncles, hurry up and let's go back first..."

He spoke in dialect, which also gave people a sense of intimacy.

After they become Saints, they can treat ordinary people with this mentality, which is really rare.

However.

Beside several carriages at the foot of Taoyuan terraced fields, a young man in Confucian shirts was waiting quietly on a horse.

This young man is none other than Jiang Qinghe.

"The villagers say that Su Chen and others from the farm are cultivating seedlings on the terraced fields of Taoyuan... There should be nothing wrong!"

Jiang Qinghe waited quietly.

At this moment, Su Chen and others went down the mountain together, and at a glance they saw Jiang Qinghe who was incompatible with their image.

"Confucian shirt, Wen Dao cultivator?" Su Chen glanced at Jiang Qinghe, but didn't care, and got on the bullock cart and was about to leave.

Jiang Qinghe rode forward, blocking the way of Su Chen and others.

The clothes of Su Chen and others were no different from ordinary farmers, and Jiang Qinghe couldn't tell if they were farmers' children.

But... Jiang Qinghe felt that the eyes of these people were unusual.

No ordinary farmer looks like this.

"Farm boy?"

Jiang Qinghe also asked directly.

Su Chen looked up at Jiang Qinghe and frowned: "Who are you?"

"That's right!"

Jiang Qinghe let out a long breath, looked at Su Chen and the others with a smile, and said with cupped hands, "Brothers, Jiang Qinghe is the twenty-seventh generation grandson of Huasheng, by the way, my father Jiang Erhe, the head of the Jiang family." !"

Jiang Qinghe patted his chest, feeling a little smug.

"Patriarch Jiang?"

Su Chen obviously knew about Jiang Erhe's existence. He cupped his hands and said, "I've met Brother Jiang, but I don't know why Brother Jiang blocked my way, why?"

Jiang Qinghe smiled and said: "It's nothing, I want to take you to a place!"

Su Chen frowned, "Where?"

"In Chuansui County, someone wants to see you!"

"Who?"

"Prince Dayan!"

Jiang Qinghe smiled slightly, Su Chen and the others were shocked, and they looked at each other.