The heading period of spiritual rice is a very critical moment. At this time, the moisture, spiritual energy and fertility must be kept adequate and appropriate. Too much or too little will not work.
Because it was her first time planting, in order to avoid any accidents, she only planted half an acre, a total of more than 2,500 spiritual rice plants.
It’s not a lot, but it’s troublesome to take care of. White jade rice is more delicate than other rice. If it’s not good, the yield will be reduced and death will occur. Even if there are system prompts, you can’t ignore it.
Under Chen Yanzhi's careful care, Lingdao successfully entered the flowering stage.
In the blue shadow and clear light, the broken flowers are like stars, dense and dense.
The thin-scaled whitebait finally waited for its rice flower, with tears in its eyes!
Although Yuyu chose to make do with it due to practical reasons, what he loved most was still the rice flower.
Chen Yanzhi moved the thin-scaled whitebait to the rice field and let them eat the rice flowers in the water. She was too lazy to pick the flowers to feed them, which was too troublesome.
The spirit fish were swimming in the shallow water, and suddenly one of them jumped up and found the white flowers swaying gently on the ears of rice.
Open the small mouth of the cherry, hold it in your mouth, turn around, shake your head, and submerge your body gracefully into the water, with your tail rippling around.
[Woo woo woo, my rice flower, I finally waited for you. Fortunately, I didn’t give up. Happiness comes with difficulty, which makes the fish cherish it more. 】
Starting from this spiritual fish, other fish seemed to have awakened, jumping one after another and splashing water.
[What's mine is all mine. From now on, no matter what, I will never let go. 】
Chen Yanzhi looked at the lively spirit fish with a smile on his face.
When they grow up, she can taste the rice flower spirit fish.
He left the rice field with his hands behind his back and went to the chicken coop to feed the newly hatched chicks some rice porridge.
Now she already has two little colorful chickens. The second one has just been born, so she needs to be careful.
The eldest child has been growing up for more than half a year, but his legs and feet are not good enough. He likes to roam around like a chicken, and now he doesn't know which corner he has wandered into.
I can't get rid of this habit of holding my waist while walking. Normally, I walk normally, but when I'm frightened or too happy, I will stand up and cover my lower back with my wings, making me laugh to death.
Chen Yanzhi corrected him many times, but it still didn't work, so he could only let it go.
Get things sorted out in a hurry.
She took the prepared elixir bottle to the workshop. During this period, the store's business improved a lot, and monks came to buy spiritual rice and elixirs.
The most popular eggs are Yunjin eggs, but the output is too low. Chen Yanzhi will only sell one every month, so everyone needs to book in advance.
When there are more people, it is easier for trouble to arise. She wants to go around more often, lest some monks make trouble and Wei Suxuan cannot stop them.
Qinghe Workshop.
Chen Yanzhi handed the weighed spiritual rice to the female cultivator opposite.
Listening to the chatter of the monks coming and going.
"Are you here to buy spiritual rice too?"
"No, road construction is already very expensive. If you don't want to eat well, treat yourself. If you don't want to go out to a restaurant, make your own rice."
"I say that the road construction team is getting worse and worse. In the past, there was a meal of spiritual rice every day, and from time to time there was a tooth-beating ritual of monster meat. They looked forward to the lunch meal, but now they don't even have spiritual porridge."
"Alas, we are so soft-spoken. It's not like the head of the Sect Wan Xuan just says whatever he says. We can only accept it if it's gone."
"It's better when Chief Qi is here, and there are Qi Gathering Pills."
"Business Owner Chen, you have a close relationship with Director Qi. Do you know when she will come back? Will she stop coming back?"
Chen Yanzhi took the spirit stone and said with a smile: "I'll be back. I don't know the specific time."
The visitor relaxed and said, "That's good, that's good."
Chen Yanzhi was curious about their conversation, so she asked, "I heard from you that the road construction team is having a hard time now?"
"That's right. Ever since Chief Sang took charge of road construction, the treatment has become worse day by day."
"It was okay at first, just as usual, but then it became less and less. Now I don't even have one bowl of spiritual porridge every day, it has become one bowl every three days."
"I heard that the team was saying that all the money used to suppress bandits was going to be used up, so we can only save it. Of course, we don't know anything and don't dare to ask anything."
Chen Yanzhi raised her eyebrows. Like these monks, she guessed that Master Na Sang must have enriched himself.
But this matter had nothing to do with her, and it was beyond her control. If it made a big fuss, she wouldn't get any benefits, and she would offend Wanxuan Sect disciples for nothing.
Chen Yanzhi smiled innocently and only listened but did not express any opinions.
Everyone chatted, and when they saw that she looked like she was not interested in anything, they felt quite bored, so they stopped talking, bought something and left.
But I was muttering secretly in my heart, how could this shopkeeper Chen be so cautious and cowardly, while the upright and upright boss Qi, who had a cold-faced and warm-hearted temperament, were so completely different, and I didn’t know why the two became close friends.
I just hope that when Director Qi comes back, Shopkeeper Chen can mention this matter and make their life easier.
When Chen Yanzhi saw the person leaving gloomily, he smiled and shook his head. What did he think?
She was not much different from those people. She was just a homeless cultivator. How could she get involved in such a thing.
Suddenly, her smile froze, wait a minute, Mr. Sang, the funeral, could it be Mr. Sang that she heard about that night?
There are also rice and medicine, including the rutting sound, which sounds like something is being transported. Could it be that it was Mr. Sang who transported these corrupt things that night.
And in a special place like Sanchakou, you can transport it to other towns or sell it to other towns.
The more Chen Yanzhi thought about it, the more she felt it was right. It was completely right.
The person in Sangzhuang was really greedy. Judging from the activities that day, there was a lot of stuff, including thousands of spiritual stones.
He is also very courageous. Although Xu Xin is more flexible and not as concerned about the interests of casual cultivators as Cao Yingtang, he cannot tolerate this kind of thing.
After thinking about it, Chen Yanzhi completely let go of the matter. Although she sympathized with the casual cultivators building the road, she was also an ordinary person and had no ability to care.
To be able to complete a series of things secretly without being noticed by Xu Xin, there must be a lot of monks involved, and they can't be offended, they can't be offended.
We can only wait for Qi Zhaoxi to come back, mention this matter to her, and give her a share of the credit.
Although the flowering period of White Jade Spirit Rice is longer than that of other Spirit Rice, it will also fade.
The fine-scaled whitebait needs to eat white jade rice flowers for a long time. Chen Yanzhi not only puts the fish into the rice fields and lets them eat by themselves, but also collects the rice flowers and preserves them, which is very troublesome.
In the early morning, she came to the spiritual field freshly dressed, added golden orchid water to the bees, and then prepared to take care of the spiritual plants.
But I picked up two bees on the ground. They were motionless and dead, with a line of writing on their heads.
【Great tragedy! A flower bee that died of overwork. 】
Chen Yanzhi twitched the corner of her mouth. This was the tenth exhausted bee she had picked up during this period, but every time she saw this strange label, she wanted to laugh.
She stood up straight, put her hands on her hips, and looked at the "golden flowers" flying slowly in the green rice fields. She looked weak and weak.
"No, we must let them rest. We can't exhaust another bee to death."
Grabbing out the golden fruit and squeezing its round belly, it began to struggle, and an invisible breath spread out.
