Liu Xiaolou counted with worry. There were more than twenty casual cultivators in the field. His heart sank. In previous years, the villa always recruited twenty helpers, but there were more than twenty casual cultivators in front of him. How could there be any more? Quota?
Suddenly, I thought about it and started to look forward to it with anxiety. Four more were raised this year. Why is this?
Is this an exception?
Since an exception has been made, one more for me... shouldn't be a big deal, right?
Zang Baili is the head of the Zang family. He is a practitioner of the tenth level of Qi Refining, but his talent is limited and it is difficult to advance in size. Therefore, he has no chance to be included in the inner sect. However, in the Zhanglong Sect, two hundred years after the rise of the Zang family, Over the years, it has been a relatively important branch of power. Almost every generation has disciples entering the inner sect, and three people once held high positions as elders of the Zhanglong Sect.
It can be said that the Zang family is a wealthy cultivating family in western Hunan. Even if it is placed in the entire Jingxiang land, it is ranked within one hundred. It has more background than the Zhang family of Jinping Villa.
Liu Xiaolou asked to see Zang Baili, the owner of the village. The chance was not great. In fact, the person who met him was Zang Butler of Eyang Villa, a fat man in his fifties. He was extremely fat and his face was rosy. He kept his posture with his hands on his hips. I don't know if it was his habit or something wrong with his lumbar spine.
Butler Zang had just returned from inspecting the spiritual field and saw Liu Xiaolou on the edge of Zhuangkou. He put his hands on his hips and asked, "How familiar are you?"
Liu Xiaolou quickly replied: "I came here to help with work three years ago. The housekeeper has many things to do every day. It is my blessing to remember you."
Butler Zang nodded thoughtfully, shook the fat on his neck, and asked again: "Three years ago? Sure enough... Then why haven't you been here in the past two years?"
Liu Xiaolou was stunned, a little unable to follow the butler's train of thought, so he could only laugh and said: "There are too few places for helpers in Eyangshan, and there are so many applicants, so we really can't get the chance."
Butler Zang said "Oh", and the last sound fell downwards, not upwards, which meant that he accepted Liu Xiaolou's explanation, and then asked: "Since we know that there are not many opportunities, the bento arrived early, why do we come here again now?" Late?"
The reason was figured out on the way, and Liu Xiaolou replied: "I came down the mountain two days ago. However, there was a sudden heavy rain in the mountain and flash floods blocked the way. Therefore, I was delayed for two days. Please forgive me, housekeeper."
Butler Zang asked: "Which mountain is it from?"
Liu Xiaolou said: "Liu Xiaolou from Qianzhuling is from Wulong Mountain."
Butler Zang gestured to the hunched head of the village beside him. The head of the village always held a ledger in his hand. He opened it and looked at it before replying: "Wulong Mountain Ganzhuling, Sanxuan Sect casual cultivator Liu Xiaolou, no wrong."
In the account book is the list of casual cultivators in Eyang Mountain. Those who have helped before and are recognized by the Zang family will be registered in the register after verification. Casual cultivators who are not on the roster will not be recruited. Who knows whether you will Are all the harvested spiritual rice packed up and stolen?
Butler Zang had his hands on his hips and pondered for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking. Liu Xiaolou blinked and waited for him to make a decision. After waiting for a long time, he finally got the reply: "Stay."
Liu Xiaolou was overjoyed and thanked him without saying a word. He watched Butler Zang leave with his arms folded and followed the village head to collect the sickle and the bamboo basket. Some dry food was piled in the bamboo basket.
Spiritual rice is not ordinary rice, and harvesting spiritual rice is not an ordinary farming task. The ears of rice are extremely spiritual and can sense danger and attack the harvesting farmers with the needles on the ears. The stalks are so tough that ordinary farmers cannot do it. After coming down, we can only recruit monks to help. Even the sickle was specially made and could not be called a magic weapon, but it could withstand a slight surge of true energy.
After getting ready, Liu Xiaolou followed the village head and walked around the outside of the spiritual field. The casual cultivators who helped in the spiritual field had already been working in full swing. Some of them were cutting the ears with sickles, while others were harvesting the ears with their own magical tools. There are also monks who are good at the five elements of magic. They directly burn the rice stalks with flames, or attack the rice ears with ice blades and water dragons. For a time, the spiritual field is filled with dazzling lights, water and fire, and dragons. It is full of colors.
Following Zhuangtou through the Lingtian field, not only did he not go into the field, but he took a long detour, going down the north slope of the mountain col and leaving the Lingtian field.
After walking along the mountain road for two miles, Liu Xiaolou couldn't bear it anymore: "Dare you ask Zhuangtou, are we..."
"Just follow."
"yes."
After turning around a hill, a clear view suddenly opened up. Below you can overlook a valley, winding among the mountains, which is the west valley of Eyang Mountain.
There were originally lush woods in the valley. At some point, rice fields were opened up among the woods and shrubs, ranging from half an acre, one acre, two acres, or three acres, and were mixed in with the dense forest. There were also many monks sweating profusely in the fields, and they were roughly scanned, at least twenty of them.
At this point, Liu Xiaolou finally realized why Eyangshan had recruited more helpers this year. They had opened up new fields and the original fixed labor force was not enough.
"Is there a remnant of spiritual spring here?" He couldn't help but asked in surprise.
Zhuangtou glanced at him: "Don't ask too much, just work." Pointing his finger down the valley, he said: "Have you seen that forest? Old Tan Forest... on the left! Next to the big rock at the foot of the mountain! See it? Okay... follow the forest to the right until you reach Goose Creek, follow the creek south, do you see that shallow ditch?"
"The ditch full of wildflowers?"
"Yes, it's Yeju. Up to this ditch, the thirty-eight pieces of spiritual fields in it are all yours. After calculation, the big and small are added together, and the total is seventy-eight acres and seven cents. You are late. It’s been two days, and there are only seven days left, can we finish it all?”
"No problem." Liu Xiaolou expressed his determination.
Zhuangtou said: "It's still the old rule, thirty kilograms of rice per mu, with the shell on, and the rest belongs to you."
Liu Xiaolou hesitated and said: "This spiritual field..."
The head of the village interrupted him: "The output will only be a lot more, so you should worry about how to collect it on time. If the time is delayed, you can't afford the loss."
Liu Xiaolou nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhuang, I understand the rules."
He must finish harvesting the subcontracted field within seven days and hand over 2,361 kilograms of shelled spiritual rice - the master also needs to select spiritual seeds, and for every hundred kilograms less, he must The compensation is one spiritual stone. If there is no spiritual stone, two hundred taels of silver will be required. In fact, the amount of spiritual energy that can be refined into true essence after eating one hundred kilograms of spiritual rice is far less than that of one spiritual stone, only half of it at most. Therefore, when compensation is really needed, no one will use the spiritual stone. For compensation, money is usually chosen.
Eyang Villa also knew that the casual cultivators who came to help could not pay for the spiritual stones, and they were allowed to compensate them with money. How much of them were fake compensation and real purchases was a matter of benevolence.
As he couldn't afford to waste time, Liu Xiaolou immediately went down the mountain and soon arrived at the spiritual field assigned to him. He started working on the spiritual field on the left hand side at the northernmost end.
This spiritual field was about an acre and a third of an acre. Liu Xiaolou took out a few pieces of cowhide from a bamboo basket and tied them around his ankles and wrists for simple protection from being punctured by awns. Then he stepped into the mud and fucked Pick up the sickle and grab the rice stalk with your left hand.
