Tomorrow morning, I will take the time to sell the spiritual rice and then go shopping in the market.
He dug out enough spiritual grains at once, and then began to use stones to grind the rice and shell the spiritual grains.
[Rice Milling: Proficiency +1]
[Rice Milling: Proficiency +1]
[Rice Milling: Proficiency +1]
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The proficiency of this skill increases very quickly, and the skill level has also reached perfection.
It's just that it takes more than 8,000 points of proficiency to break through to the extraordinary, so it's not something that can be broken through in an instant.
As the stone mill continues to rotate, the shell of the spirit grain gradually cracks, revealing the crystal clear and dazzling spirit rice like a gem, and an alluring rice fragrance spreads out.
However, Chu Ming was skillful in his techniques and quick in his hands and feet, and he quickly ground out more than 600 kilograms of spiritual rice.
He filled four sacks with one hundred and fifty kilograms each, then walked out with two sacks and came to the door of the courtyard.
"Junior Brother Zhou, you've been waiting for a long time. I've packed three hundred kilograms of spiritual rice for you. Not even a kilogram is enough." Chu Ming bent down and said with a smile.
Zhou Junyi was meditating on the ground at this time. When he heard Chu Ming speak, he opened his eyes and stood up.
Then he took out a blue brocade bag from his waist, pointed it at the two sacks, and sucked it in.
Storage magic weapon!
Chu Ming looked at it with jealousy. It would be great if he could have such a good thing.
But I'm afraid even with more than two hundred spirit stones, I can't buy this thing.
We can only wait until the high-yield spiritual rice seeds are sold out, and then think of ways to get another one.
Zhou Junyi finished harvesting the spiritual rice, put away the brocade bag, and then said expressionlessly: "Farm well. Next month, I will harvest another three hundred kilograms."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away.
Watching his leaving figure, Chu Ming sneered in his heart.
You like to eat my rice, right? There is no good rice, but the dull rice is full.
Just in time to double the output, he could harvest 600 jins of rice by planting 300 jins of rice, which he would hand over to the two of them respectively.
But when I thought about it carefully, I felt it was inappropriate.
If people on both sides have the same symptoms, it is easy to suspect that there is something wrong with his spiritual rice.
There are still two acres of plants that have not been checked to see if there are any other mutant plants.
He discovered old rice mutant plants on the first acre of land. The rice he planted was old rice from the beginning and was completely useless.
In the second acre of land, he found a plant with lighter leaves.
[Discover the mutated rice plant: the poisonous rice plant]
[A plant containing aphrodisiac toxins. Except for the slightly lighter leaf color, most of its characteristics are not significantly different from ordinary low-grade Lingmi plants]
[If you consume it for a long time, toxins will continue to accumulate and symptoms will become more and more obvious, so you need to detoxify through double cultivation]
[However, compared to males, it is more difficult to remove toxins from the female body]
Seeing this introduction, Chu Ming's eyes lit up. Couldn't this spiritual rice be used to hand over to Zhou Junyi?
He and his best friend can only see each other once a month. Even if he can detoxify, it is his best friend who is more difficult to detoxify.
If this happens, the woman may not be able to bear the loneliness.
Zhou Junyi is an innocent person and loves face very much.
If his woman really did something sorry for him, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.
This is the most appropriate way to retaliate against him.
Next, Chu Ming ripened all the useful mutant plants and left the seeds.
He also ripened the dull spirit rice and love poison spirit rice a few more times to collect enough seeds.
He plucked out all the spiritual seedlings on more than an acre of spiritual fields, then planted the seeds of the dull spiritual rice and the poisonous spiritual rice, and used the Yun Yu Jue and the Acceleration Technique to make them germinate.
The estimated output of each type of spiritual rice is one hundred and sixty kilograms, and after doubling it, the output will be more than three hundred kilograms.
After excluding those that have been handed over, there is still a lot of seeds left for sowing.
The colors of these two spirit seedlings are slightly different from ordinary spirit seedlings, but it is not obvious. Others cannot tell the difference without careful observation.
And he can easily identify the three types of spiritual rice, so there will be no confusion in the future.
Then he pulled out the extra spiritual seedlings in other spiritual fields.
Naturally, he would not throw away this spiritual seedling. This thing is full of spiritual energy and the taste must not be bad.
After receiving the spiritual seedlings into the vegetable basket, he happened to see Ji Rong's figure from a distance.
So he walked back to the hut with the vegetable basket and hid it, then walked into the warehouse, carried two sacks of rice and walked outside the courtyard gate to wait.
When Ji Rong came, Chu Ming carried the sack and walked over with a smile.
"Senior Brother Ji, three hundred kilograms of spiritual rice have been beaten. It's not a lot at all."
Ji Rong smiled and patted Chu Ming's shoulder, "That's right, that's right. Junior brother is just right."
"By the way, let me remind you, we just cleaned up a group of monster bats that broke into the mountain gate."
"The big ones have basically been killed, but there are two or three smaller ones that may be running around nearby."
"Be careful tonight and be careful not to bite your cow."
Chu Ming asked worriedly: "What kind of demon bat is it? Is it powerful?"
Ji Rong shook his head and said with a smile: "At most, I am at the second level of qi training, and I might be a little better than you."
"If you can't deal with it, just hide in the house."
"Of course, you may not come here, but it's best to close the cattle pen and the door."
Feeling that he was being despised, Chu Ming felt a little unhappy.
But he still said thanks: "Thank you, senior brother, for reminding me."
Ji Rong laughed, "Hey, no matter how polite you are to me, we are all brothers."
After saying that, he used the storage ring on his middle finger, put the two bags of spiritual rice in his bag, and turned around to leave.
It was already getting late at this time, and no one should be coming again.
Chu Ming returned to the warehouse first, packed all the remaining rice and put it into sacks.
He did not throw away the rice bran, but collected it all, including several large bags.
There is still some spiritual energy from spiritual rice left on this thing. Although it is difficult to eat, there is not much spiritual energy.
But most of the low-level monks don't dislike it, and they are secretly happy if they can eat spiritual chaff.
The original owner rarely ate spiritual rice. He always ate rice mixed with spiritual bran and ordinary rice.
He used the spiritual rice he saved to exchange for spiritual stones, and then used the spiritual stones to buy cultivation elixirs and daily necessities.
But Chu Ming was able to indulge in luxury tonight. He brought a basket of spiritual rice to the hut and steamed a pound of spiritual rice.
Then he took off a piece of cured pork hanging on the wall and fried it with Ling Miao. It was red and green, shiny and very appetizing.
[Cooking Skills: Proficiency +1]
After a while, the spiritual rice was also cooked. When I opened the lid of the pot, a rich aroma of rice came out.
He couldn't wait to get the bowls and chopsticks and ate happily.
When Lingmi entered his mouth, his mouth was full of fragrance and sweetness. Chu Ming couldn't help but squint his eyes, with a look of intoxication on his face.
Such an excellent taste is really intoxicating.
Any delicacies he had eaten in his previous life were not comparable to Lingmi.
The fried lingmiao was also very delicious, crisp and refreshing, but the cured pork seemed ordinary.
The food of mortals is really far different from the food of immortals.
And as the spiritual rice in his belly was digested, he could clearly feel the spiritual energy spreading in his body.
After quickly finishing the rest of the meal, he immediately meditated on the wooden bed, preparing to practice so as not to waste this hard-won spiritual energy.
