Chapter 13
: Spirit Field Hall, Hall 4
The sun hangs high in the sky.
Under the scorching sun, Li Changsheng, who had been busy all morning, looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water, and the back of his clothes was stained with a ring of white saline from the sweat.
Even the "Frog Prodigy" couldn't withstand the scorching sun and hid in the shade of the grass, dozing off, occasionally letting out a croak to show its presence.
"call…"
Li Changsheng straightened up, let out a soft sigh, untied the water pouch from his waist, drank it all in one gulp, and exhaled with satisfaction.
"Phew, that feels good..."
After taking a short break, I took off my straw hat, fanned myself, and checked the results of my busy morning and afternoon.
The morning passed.
They cleared out about two acres of spiritual land, and piled up a small mound of weeds.
"In five more days, I'll be able to complete the task of cultivating three acres of spirit fields. I'll head to the 'Spirit Field Hall' to see what kind of spirit rice to select for breeding..."
Thinking of this, a slight smile appeared on Li Changsheng's lips, but when he thought of the thief from last night, his face fell again.
"Just wait..."
"Even if you don't die, I'll skin you alive..."
He muttered a few harsh words to himself, then immediately began to clear away the weeds.
The weather was so hot that the weeds he had just hoed soon began to wilt. He skillfully picked out the goosegrass from the weeds, cut off the white roots, tied them up, and weighed them in his hand.
"About fifty kilograms, and another twenty-five spirit fragments in hand..."
Li Changsheng nodded in satisfaction, beckoned to the "Frog Prodigy" lying in the shade, and called out:
"Let's go home and cool off, 'Frog Prodigy'..."
"Frog Prodigy" truly lives up to its reputation as a "local frog" with a quality rating of three stars.
Upon hearing this, it immediately jumped out from the shade, leaped a few times to Li Changsheng's feet, and without him having to reach out to grab it, it leaped up and firmly grabbed his chest, climbed inside, and only its little head was sticking out.
"Croak..."
"Haha, let's go home..."
Li Changsheng was delighted by the cleverness of "Frog Prodigy". He patted its little head, put away the roots of the goosegrass, picked up the weeds, and walked quickly to the edge of the field.
He turned to look at the gray-robed figure in the adjacent spirit field.
"Senior Brother Fang, it's too hot, let's go back..."
No one got up; only Fang Yuan's voice could be heard.
"Junior Brother Li, you go first. I'll go back after I finish this work."
"They're really working hard..."
Li Changsheng shook his head slightly, said nothing more, responded, and turned to walk towards the main road.
Perhaps it was too hot.
Most of the busy spirit farmers in the spirit fields had already left.
Without queuing, Li Changsheng sold fifty-six catties of weeds to Liu Quan. Because he lacked the roots of the goosegrass, he only sold twenty-eight fragments of spirit. After exchanging a few words, he turned and left.
Before leaving.
I couldn't help but glance at the "green wild ox" that Liu Quan was raising.
Li Changsheng sighed inwardly, "When will I be able to buy such a large animal...?"
"Frog Prodigy" is good.
But it's too small to be ridden, used for hauling goods, or plowing fields.
"I wish you were as big as the 'Green Wild Ox'..."
Li Changsheng touched the "Frog Prodigy" hidden in his arms, smiled, suppressed his distracting thoughts, and walked along the mountain path towards his own courtyard.
back home.
He took a cold shower and ate some leftovers with Da Congming. Just like yesterday, he forced the picky "Frog Prodigy" to eat a bowl of goosegrass root paste.
As for the "half-spirit worm".
They are nocturnal and can only be caught when it is cooler in the evening.
have a break.
Li Changsheng changed into clean clothes and left the courtyard.
Lingtian Temple is located on the summit of Wugu Mountain.
There is a bluestone path leading from the foot of the mountain to the top.
It was midday.
There were only a few people on the way up the mountain, and they were quite far apart. The only sounds were the mournful chirping of cicadas.
Whether it was due to the spiritual energy of the cultivation world or because he was in a bad mood, Li Changsheng felt that the cicadas chirping here were much louder than those in his hometown in his previous life, which was quite annoying.
"I wonder if 'Frog Prodigy' likes to eat cicadas..."
Climb to the top of the mountain.
Before your eyes is a square paved with bluestone, with few pedestrians. At the end of the square stands a palace that looks about ten feet tall, with two smaller side halls on each side.
The plaques in the right-hand side hall are inscribed with "Spiritual Seed" and "Tibetan Dharma".
The plaques on the left side hall read "Miscellaneous Items" and "Things".
Its name alone tells you its purpose.
Li Changsheng looked around, thought for a moment, then stepped to the right and arrived at the side hall with the words "Spirit Seed" written on it. He glanced at it and went inside.
Upon entering.
He then felt a cool, refreshing breeze wash away the heat from his body and clear his mind of all his restlessness.
"This...could it be a formation..."
Li Changsheng felt as if all the pores on his body had opened up, making him feel incredibly clear and refreshed. As if he had thought of something, his eyes lit up.
Feeling the pleasant coolness, I made a decision in my heart.
"Once we have spirit stones, we'll definitely need to set up a complete array..."
Coming to his senses, he looked around the palace.
Inside the hall are stone platforms, on which are placed seeds of various shapes and colors, with descriptions of them inscribed below.
There are also some stone tablets engraved with instructions on how to maintain the sacred fields and cultivate grains.
It was clear that there were more than a dozen lingongs dressed like him in gray robes, standing in front of the "stone platform" and "stone tablet" to check the information. Everyone was careful and did not make too much noise.
And in the center of the palace.
There was a stone counter, behind which were two or three outer disciples dressed in gray robes. Some were lost in thought, some were reading books, and some were whispering something to Ling Nong.
He was the disciple on duty at the "Spirit Field Hall".
Compared to "spirit farmers," the work they do is more respectable, but the spirit stones they earn are very meager, even less than those earned by spirit farmers.
Li Changsheng looked around and stepped forward to a stone platform.
Looking at it closely.
The seeds are brown with black spots and are oval in shape.
Below is its description.
Black-striped beans
"Low grade grain"
"It is drought-resistant but not cold-resistant. It can be planted once a year, with a yield of 300-600 catties per mu."
"Selling price/purchase price: One low-grade spirit stone per pound".
Recommendation: It is best to sow 10 catties of black-striped soybeans per mu.
"Prohibited: 'Spirit Seeds' are not to be traded. Violators will have their cultivation abolished and be expelled from the sect."
"One mu yields ten jin of grain seeds, so three mu yields thirty jin, which costs thirty low-grade spirit stones. One mu of spirit field can produce at least three hundred jin of 'black-veined beans,' so three mu yields nine hundred jin, which is nine hundred low-grade spirit stones..."
Li Changsheng did a quick calculation, and his eyes lit up.
This kind of land is really desirable.
Taking "Black-veined Beans" as an example, one can earn at least 870 low-grade spirit stones a year. Even if 50% of the rent is paid to the sect, one can still save more than 400 low-grade spirit stones.
But then he sensed something was wrong.
If one could earn more than four hundred low-grade spirit stones a year, then the spirit farmers who cultivate the spirit fields should have become rich long ago. Putting aside everything else, who wouldn't want to add a large animal that can help with the work in the fields?
The result was that very few Lingnong owned large livestock.
"It seems that cultivating spirit fields is not simple..."
Li Changsheng thought of his previous life when he worked in the fields, which involved fertilizing, turning the soil, watering, thinning seedlings, weeding, catching insects, and so on. He figured that even in a spiritual field, the process would be much the same.
Suppressing my distracting thoughts, I walked to the adjacent stone platform and looked it over.
The seeds are yellowish-white with fine white lines and are oval in shape.
Yellow sprout rice
"Low grade grain"
"It is not tolerant of drought or cold, but can be planted for two seasons, with a yield of 600-800 catties per mu."
"Selling price/purchase price: One low-grade spirit stone per pound".
Recommendation: It is best to sow 6 jin of yellow rice seedlings per mu.
"Prohibited: 'Spirit Seeds' are not to be traded. Violators will have their cultivation abolished and be expelled from the sect."
Under the scorching sun, Li Changsheng, who had been busy all morning, looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water, and the back of his clothes was stained with a ring of white saline from the sweat.
Even the "Frog Prodigy" couldn't withstand the scorching sun and hid in the shade of the grass, dozing off, occasionally letting out a croak to show its presence.
"call…"
Li Changsheng straightened up, let out a soft sigh, untied the water pouch from his waist, drank it all in one gulp, and exhaled with satisfaction.
"Phew, that feels good..."
After taking a short break, I took off my straw hat, fanned myself, and checked the results of my busy morning and afternoon.
The morning passed.
They cleared out about two acres of spiritual land, and piled up a small mound of weeds.
"In five more days, I'll be able to complete the task of cultivating three acres of spirit fields. I'll head to the 'Spirit Field Hall' to see what kind of spirit rice to select for breeding..."
Thinking of this, a slight smile appeared on Li Changsheng's lips, but when he thought of the thief from last night, his face fell again.
"Just wait..."
"Even if you don't die, I'll skin you alive..."
He muttered a few harsh words to himself, then immediately began to clear away the weeds.
The weather was so hot that the weeds he had just hoed soon began to wilt. He skillfully picked out the goosegrass from the weeds, cut off the white roots, tied them up, and weighed them in his hand.
"About fifty kilograms, and another twenty-five spirit fragments in hand..."
Li Changsheng nodded in satisfaction, beckoned to the "Frog Prodigy" lying in the shade, and called out:
"Let's go home and cool off, 'Frog Prodigy'..."
"Frog Prodigy" truly lives up to its reputation as a "local frog" with a quality rating of three stars.
Upon hearing this, it immediately jumped out from the shade, leaped a few times to Li Changsheng's feet, and without him having to reach out to grab it, it leaped up and firmly grabbed his chest, climbed inside, and only its little head was sticking out.
"Croak..."
"Haha, let's go home..."
Li Changsheng was delighted by the cleverness of "Frog Prodigy". He patted its little head, put away the roots of the goosegrass, picked up the weeds, and walked quickly to the edge of the field.
He turned to look at the gray-robed figure in the adjacent spirit field.
"Senior Brother Fang, it's too hot, let's go back..."
No one got up; only Fang Yuan's voice could be heard.
"Junior Brother Li, you go first. I'll go back after I finish this work."
"They're really working hard..."
Li Changsheng shook his head slightly, said nothing more, responded, and turned to walk towards the main road.
Perhaps it was too hot.
Most of the busy spirit farmers in the spirit fields had already left.
Without queuing, Li Changsheng sold fifty-six catties of weeds to Liu Quan. Because he lacked the roots of the goosegrass, he only sold twenty-eight fragments of spirit. After exchanging a few words, he turned and left.
Before leaving.
I couldn't help but glance at the "green wild ox" that Liu Quan was raising.
Li Changsheng sighed inwardly, "When will I be able to buy such a large animal...?"
"Frog Prodigy" is good.
But it's too small to be ridden, used for hauling goods, or plowing fields.
"I wish you were as big as the 'Green Wild Ox'..."
Li Changsheng touched the "Frog Prodigy" hidden in his arms, smiled, suppressed his distracting thoughts, and walked along the mountain path towards his own courtyard.
back home.
He took a cold shower and ate some leftovers with Da Congming. Just like yesterday, he forced the picky "Frog Prodigy" to eat a bowl of goosegrass root paste.
As for the "half-spirit worm".
They are nocturnal and can only be caught when it is cooler in the evening.
have a break.
Li Changsheng changed into clean clothes and left the courtyard.
Lingtian Temple is located on the summit of Wugu Mountain.
There is a bluestone path leading from the foot of the mountain to the top.
It was midday.
There were only a few people on the way up the mountain, and they were quite far apart. The only sounds were the mournful chirping of cicadas.
Whether it was due to the spiritual energy of the cultivation world or because he was in a bad mood, Li Changsheng felt that the cicadas chirping here were much louder than those in his hometown in his previous life, which was quite annoying.
"I wonder if 'Frog Prodigy' likes to eat cicadas..."
Climb to the top of the mountain.
Before your eyes is a square paved with bluestone, with few pedestrians. At the end of the square stands a palace that looks about ten feet tall, with two smaller side halls on each side.
The plaques in the right-hand side hall are inscribed with "Spiritual Seed" and "Tibetan Dharma".
The plaques on the left side hall read "Miscellaneous Items" and "Things".
Its name alone tells you its purpose.
Li Changsheng looked around, thought for a moment, then stepped to the right and arrived at the side hall with the words "Spirit Seed" written on it. He glanced at it and went inside.
Upon entering.
He then felt a cool, refreshing breeze wash away the heat from his body and clear his mind of all his restlessness.
"This...could it be a formation..."
Li Changsheng felt as if all the pores on his body had opened up, making him feel incredibly clear and refreshed. As if he had thought of something, his eyes lit up.
Feeling the pleasant coolness, I made a decision in my heart.
"Once we have spirit stones, we'll definitely need to set up a complete array..."
Coming to his senses, he looked around the palace.
Inside the hall are stone platforms, on which are placed seeds of various shapes and colors, with descriptions of them inscribed below.
There are also some stone tablets engraved with instructions on how to maintain the sacred fields and cultivate grains.
It was clear that there were more than a dozen lingongs dressed like him in gray robes, standing in front of the "stone platform" and "stone tablet" to check the information. Everyone was careful and did not make too much noise.
And in the center of the palace.
There was a stone counter, behind which were two or three outer disciples dressed in gray robes. Some were lost in thought, some were reading books, and some were whispering something to Ling Nong.
He was the disciple on duty at the "Spirit Field Hall".
Compared to "spirit farmers," the work they do is more respectable, but the spirit stones they earn are very meager, even less than those earned by spirit farmers.
Li Changsheng looked around and stepped forward to a stone platform.
Looking at it closely.
The seeds are brown with black spots and are oval in shape.
Below is its description.
Black-striped beans
"Low grade grain"
"It is drought-resistant but not cold-resistant. It can be planted once a year, with a yield of 300-600 catties per mu."
"Selling price/purchase price: One low-grade spirit stone per pound".
Recommendation: It is best to sow 10 catties of black-striped soybeans per mu.
"Prohibited: 'Spirit Seeds' are not to be traded. Violators will have their cultivation abolished and be expelled from the sect."
"One mu yields ten jin of grain seeds, so three mu yields thirty jin, which costs thirty low-grade spirit stones. One mu of spirit field can produce at least three hundred jin of 'black-veined beans,' so three mu yields nine hundred jin, which is nine hundred low-grade spirit stones..."
Li Changsheng did a quick calculation, and his eyes lit up.
This kind of land is really desirable.
Taking "Black-veined Beans" as an example, one can earn at least 870 low-grade spirit stones a year. Even if 50% of the rent is paid to the sect, one can still save more than 400 low-grade spirit stones.
But then he sensed something was wrong.
If one could earn more than four hundred low-grade spirit stones a year, then the spirit farmers who cultivate the spirit fields should have become rich long ago. Putting aside everything else, who wouldn't want to add a large animal that can help with the work in the fields?
The result was that very few Lingnong owned large livestock.
"It seems that cultivating spirit fields is not simple..."
Li Changsheng thought of his previous life when he worked in the fields, which involved fertilizing, turning the soil, watering, thinning seedlings, weeding, catching insects, and so on. He figured that even in a spiritual field, the process would be much the same.
Suppressing my distracting thoughts, I walked to the adjacent stone platform and looked it over.
The seeds are yellowish-white with fine white lines and are oval in shape.
Yellow sprout rice
"Low grade grain"
"It is not tolerant of drought or cold, but can be planted for two seasons, with a yield of 600-800 catties per mu."
"Selling price/purchase price: One low-grade spirit stone per pound".
Recommendation: It is best to sow 6 jin of yellow rice seedlings per mu.
"Prohibited: 'Spirit Seeds' are not to be traded. Violators will have their cultivation abolished and be expelled from the sect."