Outside the mountain gate of Shenyi Sect, in a golden spiritual field, a figure is bending over and harvesting spiritual rice with a sickle.
Under the scorching sun, he straightened up and slapped his sore back hard.
Then he took off his straw hat and fanned his sweaty cheeks.
The sweat evaporated, giving him some long-lost coolness.
Looking at the other five acres of spiritual fields that had not yet been harvested, he couldn't help but look bitter.
I couldn't help but complain: "It's so tiring and painful. This is what we call a mortal cultivating immortality, right?"
"Obviously you are in the world of immortality, living like a mortal and still farming."
"I have never planted anything in my previous life..."
His name is Chu Ming, and he traveled to this world of immortal cultivation just three days ago.
He was quite excited when he first traveled through time, but after inheriting the memory of the original owner, he couldn't be happy at all.
The original owner was an outer spiritual farmer disciple of the Shenyi Sect and was responsible for planting ten acres of spiritual land.
He has extremely poor cultivation talent and has mixed spiritual roots of five colors.
Since joining the sect at the age of fifteen, he is now thirty-eight years old and has only reached the second level of Qi training.
At this pace of cultivation, I'm afraid there's no hope of even building a foundation in this life, let alone becoming an immortal and living forever.
The reason why cultivation is so slow is not only because of poor qualifications, but also because of insufficient cultivation resources.
As an outer sect disciple, all cultivation resources must be obtained through own labor, and the sect will not distribute them for free.
After all, the sect is not a charitable organization, and even most of the income from labor belongs to the sect and is provided to the inner sect and the upper echelons of the sect.
For example, in the cultivation of spiritual fields, a qualified spiritual farmer can make the spiritual fields ripen in one month by using spells such as Yun Yu Jue and Acceleration Technique.
The normal monthly output of Lingmi from one acre of land is about 200 jins. Excluding the two months that are not suitable for production, the annual output from ten acres of land is about 20,000 jins.
The sect stipulates that Ling Nong disciples must hand over 16,000 kilograms of spiritual rice every year, and whatever is left over can be their own.
It seems that as a spiritual farmer, you can harvest four thousand kilograms of spiritual rice a year, and you can get 400 low-grade spiritual stones from selling it.
However, this is only an ideal outcome.
Under normal circumstances, due to losses due to various reasons such as insect pests and weather, the normal annual output of ten acres of spiritual fields is only about 18,000 kilograms.
Sometimes, due to various accidents, not even 16,000 kilograms can be handed over in a year.
If there is a shortage, double the amount will be handed over to the sect in the coming year, otherwise you will be punished.
That's it, the remaining spiritual rice has to be used to deal with all kinds of monsters and monsters.
What is left to oneself is basically about 400 kilograms a year, which can be exchanged for 40 low-grade spiritual stones.
If you only earn so many spiritual stones in a year, you can't even buy a few pills, so your cultivation will naturally slow down.
However, in the past few months, the original owner seemed to have had an epiphany. The technology of planting low-grade spiritual rice has advanced by leaps and bounds, and has even reached its peak.
The yield has gradually increased. Excluding losses, the current average yield per mu of land is estimated to be two hundred and thirty kilograms, which is much higher than the ideal standard yield.
If we continue to plant at this yield, there seems to be hope of getting rich, and foundation building seems to be possible.
However, Chu Ming was not very happy. Instead, he felt uneasy. After all, it was not certain whether the extra spiritual rice could be kept in his hands.
At this moment, voices sounded outside the hospital.
"Junior Brother Chu, this harvest of spiritual rice is pretty good."
Chu Ming followed the sound and saw a middle-aged fat monk in Taoist robes standing with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile from outside the courtyard through the half-person-high fence.
Seeing this person, he couldn't help but frown secretly.
Ji Rong, an outer disciple at the eighth level of Qi training, is considered the strongest among the outer disciples in this area.
Whenever there was a harvest in Lingtian, he would come to borrow food.
It was said to be a loan, but it has never been repaid in more than ten years.
If you want to repay him, you have to give him a favor or something worthless, such as helping to teach someone a lesson or giving him two crappy magic secrets.
If you don't borrow it, you won't get beaten. The consequences of using force within the sect will still be very serious.
But it is absolutely impossible to cultivate the land properly.
If someone secretly casts a rotten rain spell on the spiritual field and releases some pests, there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.
Moreover, they were very clever in destroying only part of the spiritual field. Without affecting the part handed over to the sect, they could make the spiritual farmers lose their harvest.
This kind of person is actually a scoundrel who collects protection money from the outer door.
The sect is too lazy to care about this kind of thing. As long as the sect's interests are not affected, it will turn a blind eye.
This is even the unspoken rule tacitly accepted by the outer sect, and it is a potential benefit for those powerful outer sect disciples.
Anyway, these people have their eyes on them and only look for spiritual farmers with poor talent and no hope of foundation building to collect spiritual rice.
For potential spiritual farmer disciples, they were polite and friendly with them.
In this way, the spiritual cultivation of potential spiritual farmer disciples will not be disturbed.
The cultivation resources of spiritual peasant disciples without potential can be concentrated on the strong ones from the outer sect, which will make them stronger and recruit them into the inner sect. The overall strength of the sect will also increase accordingly.
The cultivation resources within the sect can also be used more effectively to avoid waste.
To put it bluntly, low-level disciples like them who have no talent are actually a kind of cultivation resource in the eyes of others.
After the inner sect has finished harvesting, the strong men from the outer sect will harvest again.
However, with this kind of treatment, many people who want to do it have not yet had the chance.
Compared with the markets and barren mountains outside, practicing in the sect is at least safer, and there is no need to worry about the intrusion of evil spirits.
Those who collect protection fees will not exhaust their efforts, and will appropriately leave some of their cultivation resources to them.
For low-level monks like them who are weak and have no ability to refine alchemy and make talismans, even though they only have so few cultivation resources in a year, they still make more than working hard outside.
And the cost of training spiritual farmers is very low. If they don't do it, there will be people who can do it.
So after finally becoming a disciple of Ling Nong, even though I knew I would be oppressed, I was not willing to give up this job.
Even if you stay for a few years, save some spiritual stones and exchange them for gold and silver to live in the secular world, you can enjoy it for the rest of your life.
What he was worried about before was that these people would charge more protection fees when his spiritual rice production increased.
Then his increase in production was in vain because he was making wedding clothes for others.
The hope that he finally had to become stronger was about to be extinguished again.
And although he hated this person extremely in his heart, he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction on his face.
He even stood up with an apologetic smile on his face, walked over and opened the door to greet him warmly.
"It's Senior Brother Ji. He's such a rare visitor. Come in and have a cup of tea."
Although I can't see the expression on my face, I imagine it should be similar to the fish salesman in a certain TV series.
Ji Rong smiled and waved his hand, "You're welcome, Junior Brother Chu. I just happened to be passing by, so I won't go in."
"Hey, when I see your rice is ripe, it reminds me of the quarrel this morning between my family of three over eating rice."
"You may not know it well as a bachelor, but this woman doesn't marry as many as possible."
"Having too many children is troublesome."
"Not only this morning because the third son ate an extra bowl of spiritual rice, the three women got into a quarrel."
"Damn, it made me feel bad all day."
After hearing this, Chu Ming cursed secretly in his heart.
After Ji Rong gradually became stronger in the early years, he got married and started a business in the city outside the sect. He married three female cultivators and gave birth to eight children, five of whom had spiritual roots.
Relying on collecting protection fees, this guy's life is prosperous. He brings his whole family to eat and drink well every day, and his life is very promising.
On the surface, he was talking about family matters, but the actual meaning was very obvious. My family didn't have enough rice, and there were even conflicts in the family, which made me feel very bad.
If you were sensible, you would know how to share my worries.
He would not have said that before. It was obvious that he wanted to harvest more due to the increase in Chu Minling rice production.
Chu Ming is outspoken and what bothers him the most is this disgusting guy who beats around the bush and has to let others guess what he is thinking.
But now he can only choose to obey and show super high emotional intelligence.
He waved his hand and said with a smile: "Senior brother, why do you have to worry about such a trivial matter?"
"It just so happens that my harvest this time is good. I will bring out 120 kilograms of spiritual rice in a moment and send it directly to your house."
"Let the children have a good meal."
Normally, he would hand over 80 kilograms of spirit rice every month, but Chu Ming thought that adding forty kilograms all at once was very sincere.
In addition to him, Ji Rong also received spiritual rice from four spiritual farmers.
In total, they can have more than 400 kilograms of spiritual rice in a month, which should be enough for their family members even if they are all pigs.
However, Ji Rong shook his head and said with a smile: "An extra forty pounds is not enough. The children have grown up recently and their appetites have also increased a lot."
"Brother, if you really want to take care of these nephews, please bring us three hundred kilograms of spiritual rice."
"What?" Chu Ming couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this, and he cursed this bastard lion in his heart.
Seeing his reaction, Ji Rong pretended to be surprised and asked, "Why, is it inconvenient for junior brother?"
Chu Ming held back his anger, but in the end he did not dare to explode.
Ji Rong had no room for bargaining as soon as he opened his mouth. If he didn't give it, he would definitely use tricks behind his back.
And he only knew that the new yield in the field was enough for three hundred kilograms, so he dared to open his mouth.
After thinking about it for a moment, Chu Ming could only pretend to laugh nonchalantly and said: "Convenient, convenient, this crop's harvest is pretty good, so it's not a problem to give senior brother three hundred pounds."
But my heart is bleeding, three hundred kilograms of spiritual rice, that's thirty low-grade spiritual stones!
Ji Rong smiled with satisfaction, patted Chu Ming on the shoulder and laughed, "Good brother, that's really interesting."
"When I saw your harvest of spiritual rice, I knew I would definitely be able to benefit from it."
"If you need any help from senior brother in the future, just ask, it's all brothers and you're welcome."
"Okay, you go ahead. I'll go to Shengxu Peak first. Before I come back, prepare three hundred kilograms of spiritual rice."
Chu Ming nodded repeatedly, and then Ji Rong left with a smile.
Watching him go away, Chu Ming spat on the ground, then cursed and returned to the field to continue cutting rice.
Sure enough, what he worried about happened. After all his hard work to increase production, he ended up making wedding dresses for others.
What’s the use of being good at farming? Without the backing of strength, no matter how much food is produced, it will be grown for others.
However, just as he struck down the scythe again, a golden panel suddenly popped up in front of him.
[Low-grade spiritual rice planting: proficiency +1]
[The cultivation of low-grade spiritual rice has achieved a breakthrough and entered the extraordinary realm]
[Unlock the extraordinary entry: mutation]
[The low-grade spiritual rice you plant has a probability of producing various mutations]
[As skill proficiency increases, the types of mutations increase, the effect of mutation increases, and the number of mutations increases]
