This world is not peaceful. Although most monks seek to live forever and avoid committing karma easily, there will always be some who feel that there is no hope of immortality and only seek comfort in the present, or embark on the path of evil cultivation and treat weak monks Carry out robbing and killing.
Chen Baiwei was alone. After leaving Sanqing County, she didn't know what she would encounter.
In fact, she also thought of this.
Of course she was not prepared to carry thirteen spiritual stones with her. She had come here, and as a flower grower, she naturally had to spend some money.
Thirteen spiritual stones are not too many, but not too few.
In the Chen family, a qi-training monk who contributes to the family can receive three low-grade spiritual stones every month. These thirteen spiritual stones are a monthly salary for a qi-training monk for four months.
Originally, her two baskets of Lingwei pods could not be sold at such a high price. The first-level Lingwei pods on the market usually cost one kilogram of low-grade spiritual stone. The combined weight of her two baskets of Lingwei pods totaled eight kilograms. Logically speaking, they were only You can earn eight low-grade spiritual stones.
However, with a quick glance, she could tell that the big shopkeeper was a wealthy man and was wearing a low-grade cassock. In Sanqing County, there were too few people who could afford it.
She just tried to raise the price, and if that didn't work, she waited for the customer to pay back the price, and she accepted it.
Fortunately, the big shopkeeper didn't argue with her.
I guess in this market, her Lingwei pods do taste crisper and refreshing than the ordinary pods!
With thirteen pieces of low-grade spiritual stones in her arms, Chen Baiwei felt very happy.
She looked around and stopped in front of a spiritual seed shop.
"Does this senior want to see spiritual seeds? Ours is the largest and most complete spiritual seed shop in Sanqing County. You have come to the right place!"
The clerk shouted hurriedly that the more he sold, the more remuneration he would get.
When Chen Baiwei heard him yelling like this, she was sure that this was the store she was looking for.
"The spiritual seeds I want to buy are quite mixed. Do you have all kinds of seeds?"
Hearing this, the clerk burst into laughter, "Senior, our store is called Quanzhipu, and it is a branch of the Immortal Plant Sect. There are not only spiritual plants, but you just want to sow third-level spiritual plants. We This store can transfer it to you!”
Chen Baiwei raised her eyebrows slightly. She had heard of the name of the Immortal Plant Sect. The sect was quite large and it mainly made money by cultivating spiritual plants. As for selling finished spiritual plants... they were not proficient in planting. They could plant a small area but a large area. It's troublesome.
If the spirit planter's skills are not good, it will be useless no matter how good the quality of the spirit seed is.
"I am a young monk. How can I grow third-level spiritual seeds? Man, please take out all the first-level spiritual seeds in your store and have a look. The spiritual field I rent is of the first level."
Chen Baiwei once again mentioned the fact that her spiritual field was "rented".
This shows that she is not from a wealthy family.
The guy understood immediately. The light in his eyes dimmed a little, but he still kept introducing.
As the sun completely dropped to the horizon and the sky was filled with glow, Chen Baiwei left Quanzhipu with a full harvest.
The waiter chased him to the door, his smile turned into a flower, "Senior, walk slowly, come back next time!"
Chen Baiwei nodded, subconsciously clutched the brand-new cloth bag around her waist and strode forward.
All her spiritual stones were spent and replaced with a large bag of spiritual seeds around her waist.
Perhaps the shabby look on her face was too conspicuous, and she took the first-order spiritual seed as a treasure, so no one paid much attention to her on the road.
Late at night, the moonlight is like a soft veil, surrounding the nameless green mountains, and everything is bathed in the soft moonlight.
When Chen Baiwei returned home, the oil lamp in Chen Muhe's room had been extinguished.
Presumably they saw the note she left in the room.
Chen Baiwei knew that Sanqing County was far away, and was worried that the two of them would wait for her to come home at the door like last time, so before leaving, she left a note in the house asking them to rest early without waiting.
But she didn't know that even though the lights were out, the two people on the bed couldn't fall asleep.
"Mei Rou, is Baiwei back?"
In the dark night, the man asked in a low voice.
The woman moved gently and tiptoed back to the bed, "Yes, Baiwei, Baiwei is back!"
"Don't worry, sister Rou. Let's pretend we don't know what happened today. What if this time it's just a coincidence, and Lingwei is the most basic spiritual vegetable. What should we do if Baiwei can't be grown next time? We can't let Baiwei grow again. Wei has gone through the same pain as before!”
Compared to the confused Zhao Rou, Chen Muhe is relatively stable.
Zhao Rou touched her chest, where her heart was beating like a drum, and slowly lay back on the bed, "Brother He, you are right, I was too anxious!"
Chen Muhe turned around and looked at Zhao Rou's fair face, stretched out his hands to take her into his arms, "Sister Rou, go to sleep first. I have a feeling in my heart that maybe we came here at the right time..."
Zhao Rou's eyes were blurred, and she seemed to understand a little bit of what he meant...
The night is thick and everything is quiet.
Chen Baiwei washed away the fatigue of the day and fell asleep deeply holding the spiritual seed bag.
The next day.
A white messenger bird landed on a branch and brought the Chen family's harvest target for this year.
The nameless green mountain has been abandoned for many years, and it is far away from Luodu City. The messenger bird did not know how long it took to find it after flying on the road.
Chen Baiwei watched it shrink into a ball, like a snowball, and laughed.
The messenger bird understood that this was a mockery of itself, angrily shook off the dust all over its body, flapped its wings vigorously and flew away.
Chen Baiwei opened the envelope, which asked Wuming Qingshan to hand over a grain of first-level white rice before the end of July this year.
"One grain of first-class white rice spiritual rice...how much do you look down on Taoyuan Village?"
She felt discriminated against, but that was exactly what she wanted.
"The harvest here should be around June. Then I can just pick up a grain of white rice that doesn't look good and hand it over to the family manager. This job will be very easy."
Chen Baiwei walked into the spiritual field, grabbed a handful of soil and squeezed it. Fine spiritual energy flashed from time to time. She knew that this was the soil characteristic of the first-level spiritual field.
"The first-level spiritual field has been completed, and the little golden dragon is finally ready!"
She felt very pleased.
It feels like my family has a child who is just starting to grow up!
Behind him, Xiao Ba slowly crawled over, suddenly stretched his neck and accurately crushed a small green insect and held it in his mouth.
Chen Baiwei was surprised at its speed at first.
She walks slowly but eats very slowly, just like the crocodile she saw in a documentary in her previous life. She couldn't see clearly what was going on without using slow motion.
With this thousand-year-old bastard here, she can do other things with peace of mind.
"Xiaoba, I will leave this spiritual field to you to protect. I will finish planting these acres of land in a while, and I guess there won't be much spiritual power left."
Xiaoba understood what she meant, and his cloudy eyes shone with light.
