Resurrection of spiritual energy, I began to cultivate immortals from farming

Chapter 2 Opportunity is coming

"Why, you want to rob me?" Du Long narrowed his eyes.

Jiang Tang, who felt that this fellow's cultivation was more than a little bit stronger than himself: "...don't dare, don't dare."

If you can't beat it, you can't be tough.

"Stinky boy, wasting Grandpa's time, pay the money quickly!" Du Long showed a trace of anger and spread his palm towards him.

Jiang Tang: "..."

It turned out to be for his gold.

You can't fight, you can't run, you can't run.

Jiang Tang, who did not admit that he was cowardly and was reluctant to take out the money, thought for a while, then sacrificed a spirit grass, grinned flatly, and sent it over: "This little one has a soul-nourishing grass, by chance. I got it by coincidence and gave it to Brother Long to make amends."

This soul-cultivating grass is a treasure from the spiritual field. It is not mentioned in the Grade A. It is purer and less pure than the hybrid soul-raising grass outside. The spiritual power it can absorb is very strong.

Moreover, soul nourishing grass is very rare and expensive. Only wealthy children can use it outside, and the sect is also a resource that is only available to outer disciples and above.

When Du Long saw this soul-raising grass, he didn't care about money, he immediately calmed down, snorted coldly, took the soul-raising grass and walked into the practice room.

The disciple on duty glanced at Jiang Tang, full of sympathy.

Jiang Tang felt a little pain in his heart, and thought to himself that when he started to practice, he would definitely smash the grass.

He turned his head back to his yard, sat cross-legged, focused on the space, and began to check his spiritual field.

One acre of spiritual field was divided into five ridges by him, and a total of [-] spiritual grasses were planted.

He was not familiar with these things, but because of three years of farming, and because of the introduction and planting methods given by ancient books, practice makes perfect.

In fact, he has not cultivated all the acre of land, because there is still a small piece of land, and he has built a cowshed.

At the beginning, Jiang Tang reclaimed the spiritual field and found that there were worms in it, so he tried to put a few chickens in to catch the worms, and then found that he could bring live animals in here.

So Jiang Tang went down the mountain not long ago, bought a small green ox, and brought it into the space to plough the fields.

Because the seeds were planted with few seeds left in the space, one row was empty. Jiang Tang happened to have some spirit grass seeds, so he took the little green ox out, put a spirit plow on it, and took it with him. From that ridge of spiritual fields.

In just a moment, the newborn calf plowed the ground with a savage force.

Jiang Tang took it to the cowshed, took out the hoarded dried spiritual grass from the Qiankun capsule and put it into the food trough, poured a large groove of spiritual water on it, patted its head, and then picked up the hoe and walked there. in front of a field.

Nian Jue used his spiritual power, and Jiang Tang tapped the congealed soil with his hoe.The soil was smashed, and the spiritual power in it was dredged, and it began to flow everywhere.

Crushing the soil is a delicate job, and Jiang Tang learned it for a long time before he is so familiar with it now.

Wiping the fine sweat on his forehead, Jiang Tang could not help but look proud when he saw the broken soil, full of spiritual energy.

He took a rake and raked the ground with the well-fed little green ox. Seeing that the soil had become even and no longer undulating, he sowed the seeds of the spirit grass, watered it, and fertilized it.

"Little guy, it's hard for you, go back and rest." Putting a handful of beans in Xiao Qingniu's mouth, Jiang Tang smiled slightly.

Xiao Qingniu nodded meekly and returned to the cowshed to drink the spiritual water.

Jiang Tang continued to look at the planting in the space, pulling a weed from time to time.

The crops here grow very fast, and some are planted, and the seedlings are born in a blink of an eye.

After a short while, the crops planted in the first few ridges of spiritual fields have already matured.

Jiang Tang hurriedly fetched the sickle hanging next to the cowshed, and carefully cut off the mature spiritual grass and put it in the Qiankun bag.

After adding beans and spirit water to Xiaoqingniu, Jiang Tang broke out of the room with a whole body of sweat.

After taking a bath, the sun has already set in the west.

Jiang Tang went out, and suddenly heard a burst of laughter beside him.

He climbed up the fence in his yard and peeked over.

A handyman disciple was juggling a two-foot sword, and said triumphantly, "This is the yellow-level sword that my eldest brother from the outer sect gave me. Although it is only low-grade, it is also an extremely sharp treasure."

Hearing his brilliance showing off, Jiang Tang's eyes flashed with the same envy as the few handymen disciples next to him.

In this world of self-cultivation, plants are divided into four grades, A, B, C, and D, with a total of twelve grades.

Weapons are also divided into grades, but they are divided into heaven and earth Xuanhuang.The four grades are also divided into upper, middle and lower grades, and there are also twelve grades.

This kind of high-ranking, it is a spiritual tool, and only a cultivator can pick up a spiritual tool.

A person like him who has only cultivated for half a year has only been in the second level of Body Refinement. If he wants to afford such weapons, it's a long way to go.

Hey, no hurry, hurry a hammer.

When he becomes a big planter and becomes wealthy in all directions, will he worry that he will not be able to work hard to improve his cultivation and travel the world with a long sword in his hand?

The more urgent something is, the more difficult it is to come, and the less urgent it is, the more diligent it is.

No, the opportunity was presented to Jiang Tang the next day.

At Mao Shizheng, looking at the two outer door deacons in front of the fence courtyard, the sleepy Jiang Tang was jolted and suddenly woke up.

"The two deacons, I don't know why you came to look for your disciples at this time?" Jiang Tang welcomed them in, invited them into the hall, and bowed respectfully.

Looking at this shabby fenced courtyard that even their own dogs disliked, the two deacons frowned.

"Jiang Xiaoyou, I have read the record. You have worked hard for the past three years and earned a lot of money. Why do you live in such a shabby yard instead of a spacious and comfortable one?" A deacon frowned.

Jiang Tang brewed a pot of tea for them from the herbs he picked from the Lingtian, and then rubbed his head with an embarrassed smile: "To be honest, this disciple lived a shabby childhood, and wanted to save some money to do some business in a shop at the foot of the mountain. Make your own money."

Xianmen allows disciples to do business, but the money earned must be taxed, and [-]% must be paid to the door.

Paying taxes is also beneficial. You can hang the door badge of Xianmen on the facade, which is equivalent to having a backer.Unless it is their own troubles, most people will not provoke them easily.

The two deacons nodded, took a small sip from the old tea cup, and suddenly felt the fragrance of the nostrils, and the spiritual energy rushed into the dantian along the lips and teeth.

They praised the tea, looked at Jiang Tang's eyes, and became gentle and kind.

"Jiang Xiaoyou, after three years of farming, you have never slack off, and you are diligent and diligent. This time, the two of us made up our own minds and earned you a place in the peasant association, and you won the first place with thousands of taels of silver. Would you like to go? "The deacon who just exited, slowly opened his lips.

The peasant association Xianmen is held in the market, similar to a temple fair, once a year, it specializes in selling the crops harvested by Xianmen.The ones who sell the most will be rewarded with money by Xianmen.

That chip, he remembered, seemed to be 1000 taels of silver.

(End of this chapter)