Chapter 53
: Sacrificial Fields, Human Hearts (Please continue reading)
The weather is like a person's face, changing in an instant.
The sun was blazing in the morning, but a strong wind swept by, and dark clouds gathered in the sky, making it gloomy and the air suddenly hot and humid.
Is it going to rain...?
Li Changsheng looked up at the sky, thought for a moment, and then asked the little ones, including Hua'er, who were singing nursery rhymes:
"Little ones, are you planning to have lunch here with Uncle, or at home?... "
Upon hearing this...
Without hesitation, Tiemu and Dunzi said, "Uncle Li, we want to go home to eat."
The timid peony and the little stone nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Hua'er, who liked Li Changsheng the most, scrunched up her little face, hesitated for a moment, and whispered:
"Uncle Li, Mom is calling for Hua'er to come home and eat."
"Alright, let's all drink some 'spiritual spring water' and go home, lest we get caught in the rain..."
Li Changsheng nodded with a smile.
He knew his cooking skills were really not that great, and ever since the little ones ate there once, he no longer needed to cook for them.
"Um…"
The little ones nodded happily, gulped down several mouthfuls of spiritual spring water, and, led by Li Changsheng, left the "Spirit Gathering Array".
Seeing this, the woman who was clearing weeds and roots outside also hurriedly gathered her harvest, returned to the edge of the field, and greeted him politely with a smile.
"Master Li..."
Li Changsheng smiled and nodded. After thinking for a moment, he said, "It's raining quite heavily today. We can come back later this afternoon. If the rain continues, we'll come another day."
"It's okay, it's okay..."
"Don't worry, Master Li, I'll be there this afternoon..."
The woman shook her head repeatedly, assuring him that she would come in the afternoon.
joke.
The flowers can earn one spirit shard a day, and the weeders can earn about one or two spirit shards a day.
Three or four Soul Shards a day.
In a livestock pen, only ordinary people with unique skills could earn this much.
Such an easy job that earns you spirit fragments is rare.
Even if it rains knives, it will still come.
Watching the group of people, adults and children, walk away.
Li Changsheng returned to the paddy field and looked at the spiritual fruits and vegetables growing by the field ridge. Then, thinking about the food that even his children disliked, his mind stirred slightly.
"Would you like to try some spirit rice...?"
Several days have passed.
They sold the spring water to the "Hehe Dan" shop.
His savings have exceeded three hundred low-grade spirit stones.
"purchase!"
"We grow our own yellow sprout rice; how will we know if it tastes good or not if we don't try it..."
"And there's also the 'Minor Cloud Rain Technique'..."
After only a moment's hesitation, Li Changsheng decided to visit the "Spirit Seed Hall." Buying the Yellow Sprout Spirit Rice was secondary; his main purpose was to purchase the "Minor Cloud Rain Technique" that he had long desired.
I made up my mind.
After tidying up briefly, carrying the wine jar filled with spiritual spring water, and holding the quiet, obedient, and adorable Ya Ya, I walked out of the "paddy field".
We came from the main road.
It was visible under a tree not far away.
Liu Quan is busy buying weeds and rice seedlings.
"Uncle Liu."
Li Changsheng carried Ya Ya over, greeted her, and then stood aside to wait.
Liu Quan glanced at him and was momentarily stunned when he saw Ya Ya nestled in his arms, looking around curiously at everything.
Coming to his senses, he nodded and continued weighing the weeds and seedlings.
The spirit farmers glanced at Li Changsheng and Ya Ya in his arms, and were slightly surprised to see Ya Ya's heterochromatic eyes, but didn't pay much attention to it.
Heterochromia is rare.
But this is only in comparison to "Wugu Lingzhuang".
In the outside world, there are all sorts of eyes—gray, green, purple, and so on.
The Lingnongs chatted idly.
Fang Yuan's embarrassing incident was only mentioned once and then no one paid any attention.
The main topic of discussion was the spirit field.
However, when the topic of sacred fields came up, the conversation quickly veered towards the issue of "sacrificial fields."
"Hey, have you heard? Apparently, this 'Sacrifice to the Fields' isn't about cultivating 10,000 mu of spiritual fields, but rather 100,000 mu in one go!..."
"Cultivate 100,000 mu of spiritual fields? Ha..."
The old farmer scoffed, immediately denying it, "That's definitely fake news!"
The person who spoke first immediately became unhappy.
"Old Guai, what do you know, someone who's spent his whole life scraping by in District C? This news was personally told by one of my cousin's senior's lovers, and that's a big shot in the inner sect..."
"My cousin's girlfriend's girlfriend? What kind of nonsense is this..."
"What else could it be... a womanizer..."
"Hey Erlv, stop bragging! You look down on Uncle Guai? Twenty years ago, Uncle Guai was a big shot, known as the gossip king! Go ask around and see for yourself..."
A man spoke out in defense of an elderly man named Lao Guai.
"They were all young and naive, otherwise this leg... sigh..."
Old Guai patted his leg, which was missing a foot, sighed deeply, glanced at Erlv who looked unconvinced and said, "You're just bragging," then looked around at everyone and said with a smile:
"You are merely 'sacrificial fields,' fields for cultivating spiritual energy."
He paused, narrowed his eyes, and said in a low, hushed tone:
"Do you know where the character '祭' (sacrifice) comes from? Why is it specifically called '祭田' (sacrifice to the field) instead of '开田' (open up the field) or '垦田' (reclaim the field)?"
"Um?…"
No one had actually thought about this question, and they looked at each other with puzzlement.
Erlu glanced at the crowd disdainfully and said, "You don't even know this? Sacrificial Field, Sacrificial Field, it must be a sacrifice to heaven, praying for favorable weather and hoping to successfully cultivate a sacred field..."
"Oh, I see..."
The Grimaldians suddenly realized what was happening.
Old Guai didn't argue, just glanced at him with a smile. Just as he was about to explain, he saw it was his turn to sell weeds and seedlings.
After weighing, collect the shattered spirit.
After saying that you would know what "field sacrifice" is on the day of the "field sacrifice", he hopped away, leaning on a shiny wooden stick.
"Playing tricks..."
Erlu curled his lip in disdain, put away the scraps of grass he had been selling, and walked away with his head held high like a victorious rooster.
"With Third Master gone, this kid has really started to act all high and mighty."
"That's right, only Third Master can handle him."
"It's a pity that Third Master, a dignified man, would do such petty theft. If he's short of spirit stones, he could just let us know. We may not have many, but we do have a few..."
"Stop talking nonsense, let's go..."
"..."
Several spirit farmers glanced at Li Changsheng standing under the tree, packed up the fragments of spirit they had collected from selling weeds and seedlings, and left together.
"Matsuda..."
Li Changsheng looked thoughtful.
Not long after.
There was no one left in front of the carriage shaft.
Li Changsheng hurriedly picked up the leaves that were being grabbed by the rising buds, and walked up to Liu Quan, who was carrying weeds and seedlings, and said:
"Uncle Liu, I need to deliver some spiritual spring water. It's not convenient for Ya Ya to stay with me, so what do you think..."
Liu Quan put down the weeds he was holding, glanced at him, and without saying a word, opened his arms and said with a smile:
"Come here, Ya Ya, come to Grandpa."
Ya Ya, who was grinning and laughing for some unknown reason, stopped laughing, stared at Liu Quan with her crimson eyes for a few moments, and then opened her arms.
"Uncle Liu, you're busy..."
Li Changsheng tossed aside the little burden, waved his hand hastily, placed the package on the carriage shaft, picked up the four wine jars, and headed straight for "Peach Blossom Market".
Ya Ya didn't lean on Liu's body; her back was straight, and her crimson pupils stared intently at Li Changsheng's back.
"well…"
Liu Quan sighed, placed Ya Ya on the cart shaft, took out a bundle, opened it, and put it on her. He turned his head away from her eyes, muttering to himself as if talking to himself:
"Child, don't resent your old man. I'm not very capable, and I've never amounted to anything in my life. All I can do is take you out for some fresh air while my sister and I are out shopping..."
Ya Ya didn't struggle. She tilted her head, her crimson eyes staring at the receding figure on the road, letting the package wrap around her.
"Now we've seen the day, and heard the music..."
Looking at Ya Ya, whose head was tilted to the side, Liu Quan suppressed the pangs of tenderness in his heart, picked up the black veil and gently covered her head, murmuring:
"We've met the good person, it's time to go back..."
The sun was blazing in the morning, but a strong wind swept by, and dark clouds gathered in the sky, making it gloomy and the air suddenly hot and humid.
Is it going to rain...?
Li Changsheng looked up at the sky, thought for a moment, and then asked the little ones, including Hua'er, who were singing nursery rhymes:
"Little ones, are you planning to have lunch here with Uncle, or at home?... "
Upon hearing this...
Without hesitation, Tiemu and Dunzi said, "Uncle Li, we want to go home to eat."
The timid peony and the little stone nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Hua'er, who liked Li Changsheng the most, scrunched up her little face, hesitated for a moment, and whispered:
"Uncle Li, Mom is calling for Hua'er to come home and eat."
"Alright, let's all drink some 'spiritual spring water' and go home, lest we get caught in the rain..."
Li Changsheng nodded with a smile.
He knew his cooking skills were really not that great, and ever since the little ones ate there once, he no longer needed to cook for them.
"Um…"
The little ones nodded happily, gulped down several mouthfuls of spiritual spring water, and, led by Li Changsheng, left the "Spirit Gathering Array".
Seeing this, the woman who was clearing weeds and roots outside also hurriedly gathered her harvest, returned to the edge of the field, and greeted him politely with a smile.
"Master Li..."
Li Changsheng smiled and nodded. After thinking for a moment, he said, "It's raining quite heavily today. We can come back later this afternoon. If the rain continues, we'll come another day."
"It's okay, it's okay..."
"Don't worry, Master Li, I'll be there this afternoon..."
The woman shook her head repeatedly, assuring him that she would come in the afternoon.
joke.
The flowers can earn one spirit shard a day, and the weeders can earn about one or two spirit shards a day.
Three or four Soul Shards a day.
In a livestock pen, only ordinary people with unique skills could earn this much.
Such an easy job that earns you spirit fragments is rare.
Even if it rains knives, it will still come.
Watching the group of people, adults and children, walk away.
Li Changsheng returned to the paddy field and looked at the spiritual fruits and vegetables growing by the field ridge. Then, thinking about the food that even his children disliked, his mind stirred slightly.
"Would you like to try some spirit rice...?"
Several days have passed.
They sold the spring water to the "Hehe Dan" shop.
His savings have exceeded three hundred low-grade spirit stones.
"purchase!"
"We grow our own yellow sprout rice; how will we know if it tastes good or not if we don't try it..."
"And there's also the 'Minor Cloud Rain Technique'..."
After only a moment's hesitation, Li Changsheng decided to visit the "Spirit Seed Hall." Buying the Yellow Sprout Spirit Rice was secondary; his main purpose was to purchase the "Minor Cloud Rain Technique" that he had long desired.
I made up my mind.
After tidying up briefly, carrying the wine jar filled with spiritual spring water, and holding the quiet, obedient, and adorable Ya Ya, I walked out of the "paddy field".
We came from the main road.
It was visible under a tree not far away.
Liu Quan is busy buying weeds and rice seedlings.
"Uncle Liu."
Li Changsheng carried Ya Ya over, greeted her, and then stood aside to wait.
Liu Quan glanced at him and was momentarily stunned when he saw Ya Ya nestled in his arms, looking around curiously at everything.
Coming to his senses, he nodded and continued weighing the weeds and seedlings.
The spirit farmers glanced at Li Changsheng and Ya Ya in his arms, and were slightly surprised to see Ya Ya's heterochromatic eyes, but didn't pay much attention to it.
Heterochromia is rare.
But this is only in comparison to "Wugu Lingzhuang".
In the outside world, there are all sorts of eyes—gray, green, purple, and so on.
The Lingnongs chatted idly.
Fang Yuan's embarrassing incident was only mentioned once and then no one paid any attention.
The main topic of discussion was the spirit field.
However, when the topic of sacred fields came up, the conversation quickly veered towards the issue of "sacrificial fields."
"Hey, have you heard? Apparently, this 'Sacrifice to the Fields' isn't about cultivating 10,000 mu of spiritual fields, but rather 100,000 mu in one go!..."
"Cultivate 100,000 mu of spiritual fields? Ha..."
The old farmer scoffed, immediately denying it, "That's definitely fake news!"
The person who spoke first immediately became unhappy.
"Old Guai, what do you know, someone who's spent his whole life scraping by in District C? This news was personally told by one of my cousin's senior's lovers, and that's a big shot in the inner sect..."
"My cousin's girlfriend's girlfriend? What kind of nonsense is this..."
"What else could it be... a womanizer..."
"Hey Erlv, stop bragging! You look down on Uncle Guai? Twenty years ago, Uncle Guai was a big shot, known as the gossip king! Go ask around and see for yourself..."
A man spoke out in defense of an elderly man named Lao Guai.
"They were all young and naive, otherwise this leg... sigh..."
Old Guai patted his leg, which was missing a foot, sighed deeply, glanced at Erlv who looked unconvinced and said, "You're just bragging," then looked around at everyone and said with a smile:
"You are merely 'sacrificial fields,' fields for cultivating spiritual energy."
He paused, narrowed his eyes, and said in a low, hushed tone:
"Do you know where the character '祭' (sacrifice) comes from? Why is it specifically called '祭田' (sacrifice to the field) instead of '开田' (open up the field) or '垦田' (reclaim the field)?"
"Um?…"
No one had actually thought about this question, and they looked at each other with puzzlement.
Erlu glanced at the crowd disdainfully and said, "You don't even know this? Sacrificial Field, Sacrificial Field, it must be a sacrifice to heaven, praying for favorable weather and hoping to successfully cultivate a sacred field..."
"Oh, I see..."
The Grimaldians suddenly realized what was happening.
Old Guai didn't argue, just glanced at him with a smile. Just as he was about to explain, he saw it was his turn to sell weeds and seedlings.
After weighing, collect the shattered spirit.
After saying that you would know what "field sacrifice" is on the day of the "field sacrifice", he hopped away, leaning on a shiny wooden stick.
"Playing tricks..."
Erlu curled his lip in disdain, put away the scraps of grass he had been selling, and walked away with his head held high like a victorious rooster.
"With Third Master gone, this kid has really started to act all high and mighty."
"That's right, only Third Master can handle him."
"It's a pity that Third Master, a dignified man, would do such petty theft. If he's short of spirit stones, he could just let us know. We may not have many, but we do have a few..."
"Stop talking nonsense, let's go..."
"..."
Several spirit farmers glanced at Li Changsheng standing under the tree, packed up the fragments of spirit they had collected from selling weeds and seedlings, and left together.
"Matsuda..."
Li Changsheng looked thoughtful.
Not long after.
There was no one left in front of the carriage shaft.
Li Changsheng hurriedly picked up the leaves that were being grabbed by the rising buds, and walked up to Liu Quan, who was carrying weeds and seedlings, and said:
"Uncle Liu, I need to deliver some spiritual spring water. It's not convenient for Ya Ya to stay with me, so what do you think..."
Liu Quan put down the weeds he was holding, glanced at him, and without saying a word, opened his arms and said with a smile:
"Come here, Ya Ya, come to Grandpa."
Ya Ya, who was grinning and laughing for some unknown reason, stopped laughing, stared at Liu Quan with her crimson eyes for a few moments, and then opened her arms.
"Uncle Liu, you're busy..."
Li Changsheng tossed aside the little burden, waved his hand hastily, placed the package on the carriage shaft, picked up the four wine jars, and headed straight for "Peach Blossom Market".
Ya Ya didn't lean on Liu's body; her back was straight, and her crimson pupils stared intently at Li Changsheng's back.
"well…"
Liu Quan sighed, placed Ya Ya on the cart shaft, took out a bundle, opened it, and put it on her. He turned his head away from her eyes, muttering to himself as if talking to himself:
"Child, don't resent your old man. I'm not very capable, and I've never amounted to anything in my life. All I can do is take you out for some fresh air while my sister and I are out shopping..."
Ya Ya didn't struggle. She tilted her head, her crimson eyes staring at the receding figure on the road, letting the package wrap around her.
"Now we've seen the day, and heard the music..."
Looking at Ya Ya, whose head was tilted to the side, Liu Quan suppressed the pangs of tenderness in his heart, picked up the black veil and gently covered her head, murmuring:
"We've met the good person, it's time to go back..."