The clump of rice stalks suddenly bent around, obviously trying to avoid it. He drew a circle and finally caught five or six of them, and he could feel the obvious force of breaking free in the palm of his hand.
"Resign yourself to your fate!" Liu Xiaolou muttered viciously in his heart, and cut with the sickle in his right hand.
Two of the rice ears suddenly bent down, and the awns pierced Liu Xiaolou's wrists. Most of them were blocked by the cowhide. They opened a few shallow cracks, and some of them were pierced on the back of Liu Xiaolou's hands. Even if it was for refining Qi, The third level of cultivation was also very painful. Although there was no blood, it was still very uncomfortable.
"Go to hell!" Liu Xiaolou gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain, pouring his true energy into the sickle, and with a fierce stroke inward, he cut off the rice ears and threw them into the basket on his back.
Feeling the huge threat, the surrounding spiritual rice plants all felt the same hatred and took the initiative to attack Liu Xiaolou. They bent back one by one, and after accumulating enough strength, they suddenly plunged towards Liu Xiaolou. For a moment, Liu Xiaolou's body was pricked by awns everywhere from the waist down. Many awns penetrated his clothes and pricked his skin, and then stayed on the cloth.
The Sanxuan Jing focuses on the balance of yin and yang, and the cultivation of both internal and external aspects. The toughness and hardness of the skin are much higher than those of monks in the same realm, and they are not afraid of thorns. But the pain was unavoidable, so he had to harvest a few handfuls before jumping out to take a breather.
After being busy for more than half an hour, the rice ears around me were harvested for more than a minute, and the rice stalks with the ears cut off were declared dead and hung down powerlessly.
Liu Xiaolou looked up at the surrounding mountains while he was resting. After a moment of observation, he determined that the village head had left, and there were no other people on the mountains. The dense forest was separated into sections, which also blocked the sight of other monks. , no one pays attention to themselves.
So he pulled up his sleeves, revealing the vague fragrant tendons wrapped around his arms.
How can the master's housekeeping skills be exposed so easily?
This fragrant tendon is soft and tough, tight and fine, comparable to a magic weapon. Although it is only three feet long, it is enough to save him some energy.
With a flick of the wrist, the end of the fragrant tendon was thrown out from the wrist, penetrated into the rice field, and caught three or five rice ears from the root. The end was tightly wrapped several times and tied tightly. Immediately shaking and struggling desperately, Daosui stabbed Liu Xiaolou fiercely.
Unfortunately, they were far away and Sui Mang couldn't stab Liu Xiaolou, so it was just a futile effort.
Liu Xiaolou poured his true energy into the blurred fragrant tendons, pulled them inward, and immediately uprooted the rice ears and threw them onto the field ridge.
If brewed in this way, it will be much easier to harvest the spiritual rice, and you don't have to endure the pain of thorns in the ear awns.
Liu Xiaolou squatted on the side, kept shaking the fragrant tendons, injecting real energy, and uprooted the rice clumps. It only took less than an hour to finish harvesting this spiritual field.
After these spiritual rice plants were uprooted, their roots withered one after another. The ears of rice fell to the ground and squirmed, but they lost their previous ferocity. It was much easier to pick the ears at this time.
The yield of spiritual rice is not high. There are only about ten grains of spiritual rice in each ear of rice, and each grain is covered with a thick ash shell. Gather the ears of rice harvested from the three-thirds of the acre into a pile, use the true energy to incite the strong wind, take out the sack from the backpack and put it in it, and weigh the weight. It is about forty kilograms. The specific amount is still unknown. You have to weigh it to find out.
Liu Xiaolou kept up his efforts and cleared three more spiritual fields before dark, harvesting about 200 kilograms of spiritual rice.
He ate two pieces of dry food in the clear water of Shang'e River, sat down for half an hour to recover his true energy, and then came to the fifth spiritual field. He inserted a few torches on the edge of the field and continued to fight at night.
By doing this for a day, we cleared fifteen or six acres of spiritual fields and harvested hundreds of kilograms of spiritual grains.
Liu Xiaolou divided the spiritual grains into five bags and buried one bag in a secret place. He picked up the remaining four bags with a homemade pole and rushed to the farm for business.
There were lanterns and torches burning at the Tianzhuang granary, and the helpers were lining up to hand over grain. When it was Liu Xiaolou’s turn, he entered the granary with a pole. There were bulging hemp bags piled at the base of the wall, and the ground was covered with After catching the leaked spiritual grain, the head of the village and the accountant stood guard in front of a basket, collecting grain and keeping accounts.
Liu Xiaolou stepped forward and poured the spirit grains in the bag into the basket. He poured it until it was flush with the edge of the frame. He poured a lot more and poured it into a small pile before stopping.
This is the rule.
At the head of the field, he reached in, grabbed a handful of spirit grain, looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, stirred it a few more times, and found no sand or gravel, so he kicked up the wooden basket and piled up the spirit grain. A lot of grain immediately spilled out and rolled on the ground. His kick was very powerful, and he kicked the grain in the basket flush with the edge of the basket, as if he had measured it accurately, and then shouted: "Fifty catties!"
The servant at the grain depot stepped forward, poured the basket of spiritual grain into a sack, carried it to the corner and stacked it neatly.
Then the next basket, the next kick, the next fifty pounds...
After six baskets in a row, the remaining thirteen kilograms were finally weighed with a small bucket.
The beads in the abacus of the accounting clerk next to me were flying loudly, and they kept counting out the numbers. Finally, they made the final decision: "Three hundred and thirteen pounds, six taels and six cents, six cents worth of change!"
After writing it in the account book, he glanced at Liu Xiaolou and asked him to make a deposit after confirming it.
Liu Xiaolou confirmed that the buried bag weighed less than eighty kilograms.
There are only nine days before and after the full harvest period of Lingtian. Once the weather passes, the ears of rice will wither and the spiritual grains inside will emit a large amount of spiritual power. The remaining spiritual rice will have no spiritual effect and may even be spoiled and treated as ordinary rice. Food was not available.
Therefore, the harvest period is very tense. In the last few days, even the farm head, accountant and Zang clan members went to the fields and worked hard to harvest. The whole farm was filled with a tense atmosphere.
But Liu Xiaolou could use the blurred fragrant tendons to harvest, which saved a lot of time. He completed most of the tasks on the day before the harvest, leaving only the last three acres and seventy-cent spiritual field.
On this day, figures began to move in the forest one after another. Liu Xiaolou knew that they were monks who had finished their work and were spying around. Some monks have a slightly higher level of cultivation, or their spells are more suitable for harvesting. They can work quickly. After clearing their own spiritual fields in advance, they will use the remaining free time to look for opportunities in the fields that others are responsible for.
Not long after, someone came out of the forest and asked Liu Xiaolou with a smile if he needed help: "Little brother, I only charge you ten pounds for one acre of land, how about it?"
"No need." Liu Xiaolou refused on the spot.
"There's only one day left. If you can't collect it all, you'll have to pay miserably, haha."
"This is my last piece of land. If I can finish it, brother, please go elsewhere."
The visitor smiled, shook his head, and disappeared through the dense forest.
