“Hey, men have nothing to do but have nothing to do, and women have to suffer because they don’t have money…”
It’s just getting light.
Nanhuang Xiuxianjie, a shanty town outside Qingyangfang City.
A wooden door opened, and an ordinary-looking young man walked out.
Qin Ming yawned, rubbed his red eyes listlessly, and got ready to go out to work with his spiritual hoe.
Before leaving, he looked back at the neighbor’s yard next door and became very angry.
“What do you call someone who works in the middle of the night? Do you have any sense of justice?”
His neighbor was a young female cultivator who was quite pretty, but she would take the male cultivator home to spend the night every now and then, doing that casual thing.
Last night, he howled all night long.
‘Once you have the spirit stone, even if you can’t afford to change your house, you must first set up a soundproof array! ’
Qin Ming gritted his teeth and secretly swore in his heart! The soundproofing of the houses around here is really poor.
At night, Qin Ming was meditating and practicing. There was too much movement next door, which made him distracted, his energy and blood surged, and his Taoist heart almost wavered.
It’s too dangerous!
Qin Ming had no choice but to stay up all night, angrily copying the Purity Sutra a thousand times to the rhythm of the rocking bed next door, and finally calmed down…
Qin Ming’s mentality exploded when he thought that there was still endless work to be done in Lingtian today.
“It has been almost five years since I traveled to this world of immortality. When will these days end?”
“In this environment, why do you still want to practice Gou Baxian?”
“I can’t even get a good night’s sleep!”
“Hey, it’s so uncomfortable without a golden finger…”
Before coming to this world, it was in Qin Ming’s understanding.
To cultivate immortality, one should travel to the North Sea in the morning and see the sky at dusk, fly to the sky and escape from the earth, with sword energy stretching across ninety thousand miles.
But in fact.
Although cultivating immortals sounds quite high-end, how can low-level monks have a good life?
Struggling to survive every day is stressful.
‘If the original owner of my body hadn’t been forcibly recruited from the Immortal Cultivation Clan by the Lingyu Sect and ordered to carry out land reclamation tasks here, I would have had to serve a period of sixty years of corvee. ’
‘It’s better to find a mortal to take care of your old age. At least you can live a good few decades. ’
After so many years, Qin Ming has already seen the reality clearly, and finally understands that he is mediocre after all.
after all.
With his four-series pseudo-spiritual root qualifications, without special opportunities, even if he practiced till death, he would not be able to reach the foundation-building stage.
More than ten years have been wasted…
His cultivation is still stuck on the second level of the Qi training period and he is in jail. Basically, his path to immortality is hopeless.
It is understandable that the family chose to give up on him and exchange resources with the sect.
Fortunately, the family had arranged some relationships for him in advance, so at least he didn’t have to go to the front line to fight against the monsters.
Qin Ming rented three acres of spiritual land in the cleared area of the rear area and became a spiritual farmer.
And today is the day to harvest spiritual rice.
But.
Qin Ming’s face showed no joy at all.
Instead, I felt a little uneasy inside.
A good harvest day also means that the higher authorities will send people to collect spiritual rice taxes.
……
“Hey, Xiao Qin got up so early? It seems that this season’s spiritual rice is growing well!”
Qin Ming was thinking about it on the way to Lingtian when he saw an immortal cultivator who looked like an old farmer coming from the alley next to him and greeted him with a smile.
The opponent’s cultivation aura is much higher than his, and he is at the fourth level of Qi training stage.
“Good morning, Lao Jiu.”
Qin Ming couldn’t help but smile when he met this person.
He then sighed.
“Hey, don’t mention it. You also know that I am only at the second level of Qi training, and I have only practiced the Lingyu Jue to the elementary level. I can’t use it a few times a month.”
This man’s name is Cai Jiuwu, and the immortal cultivators nearby call him Cai Laojiu. He is the old man in this shantytown.
Qin Ming didn’t know his specific origins, but he only knew that he had been cultivating this place for more than ten years.
Cai Laojiu has dark skin, a face full of wrinkles, an unshaven beard, a pipe in his mouth, his trouser legs rolled up, and a slovenly appearance. He has a spiritual hoe and a spiritual sickle on his shoulder.
He feels more like a beggar than a cultivator.
But based on Qin Ming’s contacts, he knew that the other party’s actual age was in his early forties…
“By the way, Lao Jiu, with your fourth-level cultivation in the Qi-training period, plus the intermediate-level Spiritual Rain Technique, your harvest this year should be pretty good, right?”
Qin Ming’s words revealed a hint of envy.
The Spiritual Rain Technique is a spiritual planting technique passed down to spiritual farmers like them by the sect. The spiritual energy in spiritual crystals, spiritual stones or spiritual veins can be dispersed into the air to forcefully rain spiritual rain.
The various spiritual grains, spiritual rice, spiritual fruits, and spiritual grasses nourished by the spiritual rain can not only avoid being bitten by insects and rats, but also greatly enhance the yield of spiritual plants.
Qin Ming also didn’t expect that this was just farming, but it could also be linked to cultivation and closely related to it.
When he performed the Spiritual Rain Technique, which he had practiced for more than half a year, the rainfall range was only two feet away, and his spiritual power could only last for less than half a stick of incense.
I even want to die…
Others pee more than this.
“Hehe, it’s okay, I’ll just make do with it. After collecting the spiritual rice and paying the taxes today, do you want to go to Juxuan Pavilion in Fang City to have a drink and relax?” Cai Laojiu pursed his lips and answered. Very vague, looking like a ghost.
“Come on, I won’t go to that gold-selling cave.” Qin Ming shook his head.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to go, it’s mainly because he’s short of money…
Cai Laojiu clicked his tongue.
“I said you kid is really boring. There will be a long time to come. It doesn’t matter if you enjoy it once in a while…”
“As the saying goes, if you have wine now, you will get drunk now. If you treat me like this, why do you care about seeking immortality and becoming an immortal? It’s better to wake up early and be free from the dream.”
“Okay, what about your treat?”
“Go, go, get out! Get out of here!”
……
Not long after.
A huge mountain range surrounded by clouds and mist comes into view. The mountains are vast, waterfalls flow down from the mountains, caves lead to the dragon pool, and the mist is vast, presenting an ink painting.
On the half-way hillside that was reclaimed, hundreds of acres of spiritual fields were laid out in a stepped manner and divided in an orderly manner.
The spiritual energy provided by the first-level spiritual veins here is more than enough to plant some low-level spiritual valley spiritual plants.
The golden spiritual ears in the spiritual field exude a brilliant brilliance, swaying in the wind, and the unique aroma of spiritual rice overflows and hits your face.
Attracting nearby birds to come and look for food.
“clang!”
Before the birds fell, they heard an explosion.
The simple straw man puppet set up in the spiritual field vibrated the spiritual gong in his hand, sending out bursts of harsh sound waves in all directions, causing the birds to scatter in all directions.
Qin Ming and Qin Ming followed the mountain path to their respective spiritual fields and began to get busy.
In the spiritual field.
Qin Ming looked at one of his pieces of land longingly, and the corner of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch slightly, feeling a little frustrated.
I saw that there was about half an acre of spiritual rice in this spiritual field, which was still green and the painting style was completely different from the mature golden spiritual rice around it.
If others didn’t know, they would think he was planting garlic seedlings…
The reason for this scene was actually very clear to him.
That’s because the Lingyu Jue is not proficient enough, the level is too low, the number of uses is too few, and the rainfall distribution is uneven.
“It seems that the production of spiritual rice will be reduced this season, and I don’t know if I can cope with the tax payment this time.” Qin Ming was a little worried.
The spiritual sickle passed under the rice, and bunches of spiritual rice fell down and were tied into bundles skillfully by him.
The spiritual rice here is harvested three times a year. As long as the roots are left, it will grow back in a few months and can be harvested again.
It’s almost like cutting leeks.
The sun sets in the west.
After cutting the spiritual rice, beating the spiritual rice, and finishing the bagging.
The mana in Qin Ming’s body was completely drained, and he was as tired as a dog.
As soon as he finished wiping his sweat, he heard the sound of a magic weapon breaking through the air in the distance.
Qin Ming quickly looked up and saw a green leaf boat passing through the sky with a green light and slowly landing.
One person came down from above.
The other party was a fat, middle-aged male monk, wearing the blue and white clothes of Lingyu Sect’s outer door. He had a big belly and looked majestic. He walked up to him.
This fat man’s name is Du Haifu, and he is the supervisor of this spiritual field.
To Qin Ming and the others, Lingtian and Lingnong, who were in charge of the entire mountain, were real earth emperors.
“Hehehe, Xiao Qin is very nimble with his hands and feet! He collected all the spiritual rice so quickly.”
Du Haifu opened the bag of spiritual rice in front of Qin Ming, reached out and pinched a few grains of spiritual rice, and first put it under his nose and smelled it.
He casually threw the spirit rice into his mouth and chewed it slowly, then showed a satisfied look with a smile on his face.
“Well, the quality is quite good. It seems that a lot of effort has been put into it.”
Du Haifu patted the storage bag on his waist, took out the large weighing instrument, and began to weigh it.
“If you harvest two stones and eighty kilograms of spiritual rice, you should pay 70% of the tax, which is one hundred and ninety-six kilograms…”
“Eh? Isn’t that right?”
“Why is the spiritual rice harvested 50 kilograms less than last season?” The smile on Du Haifu’s face disappeared instantly.
After taking out a book and checking it, his expression turned cold and his eyes moved to Qin Ming.
When Qin Ming heard this, his heart suddenly trembled.
He took out a small bag of tips from his arms and hurriedly handed it to the other party.
Then he put on a smile and said with a smile: “Senior Du, I’m really sorry. There is a small problem in the spiritual field. I am short of half a bag of spiritual rice. I will use these spiritual stones to make up for it. Please bear with me.”
Although Qin Ming was heartbroken, he had to do it because most of his wealth was in it.
In fact, Lingyu Sect only collects 50% of the spiritual rice tax, but it can’t stand that there are deacons below, and below the deacons there are overseers who look after the spiritual farmers…
In this way, after layer upon layer of exploitation, very few people will be able to get into their own hands in the end.
That small bag of spiritual stones probably went into Du Haifu’s private pocket.
Du Haifu took the kit and weighed it with his hands. He already knew what was going on and his attitude softened a lot.
However, he still warned Qin Ming: “It’s just this once, it won’t be the same next time!”
After saying that, he raised his hand and waved forward, and the several large bags of spiritual rice in front of him were put into the storage bag.
Qin Ming stared at the storage bag on Du Haifu’s waist and the Qingye Feizhou magical weapon before, and was really envious.
He can’t afford something like this…
“Do you know how much spiritual rice Cai Laojiu has paid this season?” Du Haifu suddenly asked him meaningfully.
Then he raised two fingers and waved them in front of him.
“It’s more than twice as good as you!”
“You kid can’t continue like this.”
“You know a lot about me, I can tell you something.”
“I just received the news that when the next tax is collected, the deacons and elders in the sect will calculate the payment of spiritual rice taxes this year. The ten spiritual farmer monks at the bottom will be sent to the frontline battle camp to supplement manpower. “
“Just take care of yourself.”
After Du Haifu finished speaking, he left in a boat without looking at Qin Ming’s reaction.
Qin Ming was left stunned in place.
“What? Distributed to the war camp?”
……
Night falls.
Qin Ming returned to his house carrying the remaining spiritual rice.
Bang!
After closing the door, Qin Ming threw himself onto the bed with a thump, lying on his back like a dead dog.
be terribly upset.
He stared at the roof in a daze, recalling Du Haifu’s words just now.
He knows very well that with his current spiritual rice production, he is 100% one of the bottom ones.
The battle camp of Lingyu Sect was a place with extremely high casualty rate, and everyone was talking about it with dismay.
The so-called land reclamation naturally means that the sect sends monks to reclaim the wilderness of the uninhabited areas of the Immortal Realm.
These places were often previously occupied by monsters, or were blocked by natural dangers, and were full of dangers and dangers.
Not to mention, there are also some indescribable weird threats that make it difficult to practice with peace of mind on a daily basis.
To put it harshly.
It is that the sect needs a large number of low-level monks to serve as cannon fodder for path exploration.
Being a spiritual farmer is indeed tiring, but it is better than being stable.
There are many people in this world struggling to survive.
The job that others despise now has become my own life-saving straw in the sea of suffering.
‘what to do? I don’t want to be cannon fodder in a war camp! ’
‘I’m really unwilling! ’
Qin Ming thought, maybe he was too tired today.
He fell into a deep sleep…
Suddenly!
A brilliant and charming light flashed through the depths of his soul.
Qin Ming had a long dream.
In the dream, all kinds of strange and weird plants seemed to have encountered something, growing wildly at an incredible speed, blocking out the sky and the sun…
“boom!”
Then something seemed to explode in his mind.
……
the next day.
Qin Ming got up and held his swollen head, feeling dizzy.
He got out of bed, fetched a basin of water, and walked to the flower bed in the yard to start washing.
There are dozens of spiritual rice plants planted in the flower bed, which he uses to study crop habits and occasionally practice the Spiritual Rain Technique.
But when Qin Ming looked up at the flower bed, he was stunned! I saw a string of prompts popping up above the three spiritual rice plants in the flower bed: [Name]: Golden Spirit Rice [Entry]: Ripening (maturity 100%, ready for harvest)
[Name]: Golden Lingmi [Entry]: Intermediate Lingyu Jue five times (maturity 100%, can be harvested)
[Name]: Golden Spirit Rice [Entry]: Weak mana (maturity 100%, ready for harvest)
Qin Ming rubbed his eyes in disbelief and murmured:
“It’s getting louder.”
“Is there something wrong with my sleeping position last night?”
(End of chapter)