Half a month later, at noon, Mr. Hao took the cigarette rod and put his hands behind his back. He took a step of more than ten meters and slowly climbed over the short mountain.
"After working for half a month, I must have suffered enough."
"The acre of land I helped plant is probably all sprouting now."
"At least half of the new ones he planted will die!"
"It's noon, after a long day's work. High temperature, tired, and restless."
"At this moment, if I just say something to provoke him, he will definitely be unwilling to accept it."
Hao Lao thought in his heart, and arrived at the end of the field with a leisurely posture but as fast as the wind.
At first, he saw the acre of land that he helped to plant. Seedlings as long as an index finger, like green iron needles, broke through the soil and stabbed towards the sky.
"If there is no comparison, there will be no harm. Isn't this stable!"
He had already seen the hard-working figure under the sun and immediately approached.
"Brother Chen, don't you grow yellow sprout rice... huh?!"
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Hao was so shocked by the scene in the field in front of him that he was speechless.
In the yellow rice field where most of them should be dead, there are yellow rice seedlings as tall as peanuts and as big as pine needles arranged neatly.
"Mr. Hao, what did you just say?" Chen Mu came to the ground with a smile.
Mr. Hao's mouth twitched: "I said you are really good at growing yellow bud rice!"
Chen Mu looked at the half-level planting skills on the gray wall and said with sincere gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. Hao, for your good teaching!"
Mr. Hao: "..." I really want to strangle myself to death half a month ago.
Why do you teach so well?
The 10% commission, at least twenty white jade coins, was just gone!
…
After a long while, Mr. Hao adjusted his mentality again. Looking at the large tracts of yellow rice sprouts, he couldn't help but marveled: "How many acres of land have you planted?"
"In addition to the acre you helped me plant, I planted another five acres." Chen Mu said cheerfully.
Mr. Hao sighed: "In half a month, even if I get up early and stay late, I can plant four acres of land. Your speed is amazing..."
You have to admit, these people from the Bahuang Islands are all ruthless people.
The great tycoons and masters of one party in the past would let down their stature if they said so.
Just turn your head and you will be able to farm with your feet firmly on the ground.
"You stayed up late to plant it, right?" asked Mr. Hao.
Chen Mu scratched his head and said with a simple and honest face: "You have good eyesight, you did stay up a bit late."
…
At night, the crescent moon crescents.
At the foot of the short mountain, in the rice fields with yellow buds, five clouds of black smoke emerged.
With a thought in Chen Mu's mind, the ghost of the paper man began to strike.
The spring-character Yinhun carries the yellow bud rice seeds and places them five fingers deep into the ground precisely.
Xia Ziyinhun carried a sack on his back and evenly buried a palm-sized piece of bone meal beneath the seed one palm deep.
Qiuzi Yinghun carried a bucket and a large wooden spoon in his fist, and accurately poured a level spoonful of well water around each seed.
The ghost of winter carries a pole to and from the houses and fields, transporting buckets of well water rich in earth spirit energy to the fields.
Chen Mu was lying on the Chinese character Yin Hun, looking at the four paper man Yin Hun with relief.
"Although I don't do the work, I am indeed staying up late."
Immediately, like a jelly bean, Lei Ran threw a Bigu Pill into his mouth.
It didn’t take long for one acre of land to be planted.
"We can't plant anymore. The speed is too fast and it will easily arouse Mr. Hao's suspicion."
Five balls of black smoke flew to Chen Mu's side and disappeared into the five ghost bags.
…
The next day, Chen Mu returned to Stone Mansion carrying a bag of yellow rice.
"Is there any problem with the spiritual armor technique?" Chen Mu scratched his head and called up the gray wall to check.
Writing: 4710/10000/second level;
Picture: 5967/10000/second order;
Cooking skill: 9145/10000/Level 3;
Pharmacy: 1167/10000/Level 5;
Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Curse: 5251/10000/Level 7;
Shapeshifting: 2347/10000/Level 4;
Cloud Mirage Spiritual Armor: 9757/10000/Level 6;
Planting: 5416/10000/level one;
"Did you eat too much?"
He asked someone to inquire and found out that if ordinary people practice the secret method of integrating soul and soul, their appetite will indeed increase greatly.
But be careful, one hundred kilograms of yellow sprout rice per month is enough.
"I ate a hundred kilograms in half a month. This doesn't include the meat of exotic animals."
"Is your appetite too good?"
Chen Mu rolled up his sleeves, and silver threads were looming under his skin.
It's like there are real silver threads running between blood vessels under the skin.
The Hidden Sword pierced him, making a clanging sound, but it couldn't break the skin at all.
"I ate two white jade coins in half a month. Tsk tsk..."
"It will take another seven or eight days to complete it, and then it should be back to normal." Chen Mu thought about the proficiency process and couldn't help but feel relieved.
…
Eight days later, late at night.
In the room of the short mountain courtyard.
On the long table under the window sill, in the hollow three-legged incense burner, the glow of scarlet charcoal can be faintly seen.
Wisps of invisible green smoke drifted out from the hole.
The whole room was filled with a light fragrance that made people feel peaceful.
Chen Mu slowly opened his eyes.
In his mind, the divine intention belonging to the Cloud Mirage Spiritual Armor technique completely disappeared.
On the back of the hand, a silver ray of light flashed away.
He pinched the skin with his hand, feeling a slightly cool and firm touch.
It's like flexible iron sheet. It remains both hard and soft.
The courage and divine intention developed through the Yun Mirage training technique have been completely integrated.
"What about the rest?" Chen Mu couldn't help scratching his head as he looked at the patch-like vigor on his body.
He brought out the gray walls.
Cloud Mirage Spiritual Armor: 7/10000/seventh level;
"Can we continue practicing?" Chen Mu was unexpectedly happy.
After the unity of soul and spirit comes induction training.
I went through so many things, spent so much time, and came across the ocean from Daliang just for this day.
"It's a pity that there is no Chunfeng Tower here." Chen Mu was a little unwilling.
"Forget it, let's cook a big meal for ourselves tomorrow."
"By the way, my cooking skills are about to improve. It's a double blessing."
…
The next day, Chen Mu, who was sitting at the Sifang table eating and drinking, looked ugly.
He found that after the soul and soul were united, his food intake not only did not decrease, but actually increased again.
"No one else is like this." Chen Mu finally noticed something was wrong.
"You have to find time to find out about the unity of spirit and soul." You can't immerse yourself in practice like this.
"We also need to cash in the Dingshen Pill as soon as possible."
After buying the ingredients for Dingshen Pills and the meat of exotic animals, he only had nine white jade coins left on him.
"Sell it to Baicao Pavilion?" Chen Mu hesitated.
Baicao Pavilion is affiliated to the lower courtyard of Jilong Road.
The business is fair, and the disciples of the Lower Court can also borrow the bone meal of exotic animals on credit. It is a conscientious shop.
But I am a foreigner who has just arrived for more than a month. Suddenly he took out a large number of tranquilizing pills. What if someone else spies on you?
What Baicao Pavilion knows, Jilong Road Lower House also knows.
Once exposed, there may be advantages, but disadvantages will definitely come!
After all, money moves people’s hearts!
"I wonder if there is a place similar to a ghost market." Chen Mu touched his chin and began to think about it.
There are thousands of disciples in the entire lower courtyard planting basin, so it is impossible that there are no gray trading points.
"Mr. Hao should know."
Three generations of his family have been living here, so they must know a lot of information.
Chen Mu made a decision.
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