After finding a good room for Teacher Dabai, Jiang Sibai prepared to sleep with anticipation.
He didn't care at all about the noise outside, but the noise inside made him unable to sleep.
He had already seized half, or more than half, of the last chance!
He could be sure that he had finally become the 'unofficial' one.
He can come into contact with the world of cultivation, which is a brand new game in life for him.
It has been sixteen years since he came to this world. Jiang Sibai is desperate for productivity and entertainment enjoyment in this world which is still in its infancy.
This world is simply a prison for him, leaving him with no expectations for his future life.
Fortunately, he later learned that there are immortals in this world!
That's different.
His thoughts were chaotic, and it wasn't until the chaotic sounds outside stopped that Jiang Sibai gradually calmed down.
The chaotic thoughts made his brain very tired, and after relaxing for a while, he entered a rather subtle ethereal state.
He didn't think about anything, but his eyes were filled with white light in the darkness.
But at this moment, his heart was empty, so he naturally didn't care about it, and fell asleep completely after a while.
Early the next morning, he diligently got up before dawn.
After all, Taoist Mo Shang said that it is best to breathe in front of the rising sun at the moment of sunrise and to refine the Qi at the same time.
He was just about to find a good place to vent his anger, but was dragged outside by Butler Zhong to see the losses last night.
He really couldn't resist, so he could only be dragged to the burned-out grain pile with eyes blank.
All that's left here is ashes and mud.
Even if there is still corn that has not been burned, it has been soaked in water and rotten.
"Sir, look at this...what's wrong with this?"
Jiang Sibai turned his head blankly, and then repeated: "What can I do?"
Butler Zhong sighed heavily, as if he was the one who suffered the biggest loss.
Finally, he said: "Now that things have happened, I can only force the young master to eat old rice, and then live frugally for a year."
Jiang Sibai nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes."
The perfunctory attitude is obvious at a glance.
Butler Zhong was very used to this perfunctory attitude, but he later came back to his senses.
It seems that what he said just now is very different from what Jiang Sibai said when he learned about the fire last night.
So he is worthy of being Young Master Xiaobai, and worthy of the noble bloodline of King Ji?
Butler Zhong then threw this little admiration behind him and said sadly: "Sir, how can your heart be so big!"
"I feel really uncomfortable in my heart!"
Jiang Sibai was speechless for a moment.
Well, seeing that the sun has already risen, there is no hope for his morning class.
So I could only squat next to the pile of ashes and think about it for a while, and then suddenly thought: "Old Zhong, choose an acre of land for me. I will cultivate it myself next year."
Butler Zhong was startled and asked, "What's going on? How can a son of a rich man do such hard work?"
Jiang Sibai waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I got inside information. The next three-year test in Luo Yun Wonderland is farming. I will definitely not lose this time!"
After hearing this, Butler Zhong showed another expression of hatred.
He said: "My young master, why haven't you given up your leisure time yet?"
"Look at your brothers, which one has long since become a master of the Jiang family, and which one doesn't have wives and concubines around their knees?"
"Although the methods of those immortals are miraculous, in the end they are too miserable and difficult."
"Being a young master and a king in the future, wouldn't it be good to have more children and live a good life?"
Jiang Sibai ignored this, he just said: "If I can worship in the Immortal Sect, then I have to ask Butler Zhong to take care of these places for me."
“But now we still need an acre of land to cultivate.”
He was still talking to himself, not listening to Butler Zhong's words at all.
Then his mind suddenly brightened and he said, "Why don't I just cultivate an acre of land on this piece of land? It happens to be close to Zhuangzi, and it saves me the trouble of traveling back and forth."
Hearing this, Butler Zhong had to try hard to follow his young master's thoughts, and then continued to persuade: "Sir, we decided to build a village here because this place is hard dry land suitable for building houses."
"If you want to farm, I will find a good land for you right away. Why do you have to open up wasteland here?"
After saying that, he was stunned for a moment, as if he was against his son's farming just now?
Hearing this, Jiang Sibai thought it made sense, and then said: "Okay, then find me a piece of land next to the water, and then help me transport all the ashes there. These are all good things to nourish the land. .”
Butler Zhong asked in surprise: "Raising land?"
Obviously, there is no concept of composting in this era.
Jiang Sibai waved his hand casually and said, "You don't have to worry about that. Just arrange one acre of land for me."
"By the way, find me some more experienced farmers. I have to ask them about their farming experience."
The most important thing for Jiang Sibai to be able to achieve "achievement in everything he has learned" in these years is to be able to "not be ashamed to ask questions".
In addition to this is the amount of knowledge and flexible thinking he has developed in the information flood in his previous life.
Soon he summoned the old farmers and humbly asked those on the farm about their farming ideas.
As a result, he found that the experience of old farmers was mainly focused on summarizing local weather changes, and farming was about randomly scattering a handful of seeds and letting them grow wildly.
It’s really just about depending on the weather.
It seems that he has not gained much experience in farming.
However, he still humbly learned from the experience of observing the weather from the old farmers, and truly achieved the goal of "not making mistakes".
In the past two days, he had been busy talking to the old farmers and preparing compost, but he had somewhat forgotten about Teacher Dabai.
Finally, after finishing my work for a while, when I looked back and thought about it, I realized that Teacher Dabai was playing tricks with the aunt in the kitchen.
"Sir, where did you get this big dog from? You are so obedient that you can even catch pheasants for me!"
Jiang Sibai looked at Teacher Dabai who was holding a chicken leg bone and chewing it happily, and had a better understanding of its survivability.
This is a fox who wants to evolve into a dog!
Seeing this, he was speechless and slid past the door again without bothering to pay attention, and then returned to his room to look for his 'formal clothes'.
Tomorrow I have to go to Jicheng to meet my father, so I have to dress more elegantly.
At the same time, you have to prepare a sword for yourself.
In other words, for him, the sword he brings is far more important than the clothes he wears.
Ever since he started learning blacksmithing, he has shown an extraordinary interest in sword making. Three years of sword training has allowed him to develop a great love for swordsmanship.
He opened the sword box and carefully selected it, finally choosing an unbladed long sword with a blade three fingers wide and three feet and a half (about eighty centimeters) long.
This sword is called 'Fang Zheng', and it is a ceremonial sword specially made by Jiang Sibai for himself.
Together with the carefully carved scabbard, it is enough to reflect his noble status.
