As a lord, I was forced to farm

The spores of ice ganoderma are as big as sand grains, and the number of spores in one ice ganoderma is between thirty and fifty.

In the wild, the survival rate of these spores is only about one-tenth, but with the demon spirit insects and careful care of humans, these spores can survive to 60.00%.

Of course, the quality of the grown ice ganoderma must vary, and probably only one good-quality ganoderma can be produced out of ten or so.

However, the survival rate of the seeds and the quality of the ganoderma must have improved with the growth of the demon spirit.

The spores were delicate, and Jiang Ran didn't dare to tear open them directly to take the spores, so she opened the mouth of the ice ganoderma lucidum, and the little guy spat out an ice-coloured and glazed ice ganoderma with a hint of divinity.

The little demon spirit twisted its tail and manipulated the natal plant hummingly, with a very proud expression.

Jiang Ran saw the phantom of the ice ganoderma floating in the air, like a blue jellyfish breathing slowly in the deep sea, emitting sporadic icy light downwards in the beating of flaps and flaps.

This picture is so beautiful, Jiang Ran has to admit that the proud Bingzhi Lingworm has the capital of pride. Among the six demon spirits she owns, it may not be the rarest and most powerful, but it is absolutely beautiful Take charge.

Right now, the three ice ganoderma seem to be guided by something. Although the process is very slow, the cracks on the blue cap of the ice ganoderma are longer and thicker visible to the naked eye.

It took about a quarter of an hour to reach the critical point, and then, plump ice spores rolled out of the cracks like glutinous rice balls when they were launched into the water.

These seeds are much weaker than ordinary seeds. Jiang Ran has had the experience of picking seeds several times, so she is already very proficient at this time.

Quickly took out a clean and soft veil, and wrapped the seeds lightly.

And when the last spore was spit out, the beautiful ice ganoderma had turned into a brown skin, limply rotting on the ground.

These seeds are then stored in a dry place.

Jiang Ran didn't care about the Ganoderma lucidum with only the skin left, letting them stay here to add some fertility to the moraine soil.

Glancing at the hundreds of spores in the soft handkerchief, he couldn't help but say, "These spores are indeed much better than the previous ones."

"Chiu Mi Chi Mi!"

The Bingzhi spirit worm let out a cry when it was both full and tired. A small ice spore was coiled around its small body, which just formed a "θ" shape. After that, it was unwilling to enter the demon spirit ring. So I plan to nest on Jiang Ran's shoulder and plan to sleep.

Jiang Ran also let it go.

From the day of going to Tianchen County to the present, only 47 ice ganodermas have been produced in total. Jiang Ran's training and rewarding subordinates almost used up the ice ganoderma, and now there are only ten spares in hand.

But that's the case, Jiang Ran won't be planting ice ganoderma for the past month. She will rest the land and plan to start planting ice ganoderma around September after the hot weather has completely passed.

Looking at the [-] square meters of cold soil, Jiang Ran thought that the moraine spirit soil was indeed very powerful, which improved the quality of the ice ganoderma by a small stage.

It's just that one hundred square meters is too small after all, and it may not be enough when the Bingzhi spirit worm grows into a childish fairy or even just a monster.

The sun is shining hot, but it is blocked under the shade of the trees, only through the incomplete leaves, scattered scattered mottled.

The most luxuriant mulberry tree in Biquan Bay is five meters high. This ten-year-old mulberry tree has experienced two extraordinary changes in its limited life, and it is still undergoing transformation.

First, the ice element was born from the ordinary big mulberry tree, giving its leaves the texture of ice, and then, under the touch of a little purple demon spirit, it is about to usher in a higher level of spiritual essence. evolution.

At this time, Wei Fengsheng sat cross-legged under this mulberry tree, which was almost like Yunzemu, and practiced quietly.

Wei Fengsheng's talent is good, especially when he is with Jiang Ran, she will point out his cultivation problems from time to time.

Moreover, Wei Fengsheng had already changed his practice method, which was Jiang Ran's top-grade ice-type earth-level exercise from Qi Yu's space ring.

In addition, he was working very hard, and he might be running the exercises with his eyes closed and resting his mind. Jiang Ran saw that his spiritual power fluctuations became more and more intense. It is estimated that within half a year, he would become a monk at the seventh level of gathering spirits.

Jiang Ran's footsteps were light, but Wei Fengsheng immediately sensed her presence, opened his eyes, and stood beside her like a shadow.

Seeing this, Jiang Ran didn't say anything, just touched the drowsy ice ganoderma, then fished out a peek-a-boo purple spirit worm from a mulberry leaf, and asked, "I rarely go to Langhe and How about the mulberry trees over there near Mara Springs."

The main activity of mulberry worms is Biquan Bay, but many mulberry trees grow wildly in Langhe in Fengyu Village and Mara Spring in Tianxi Village, so Jiang Nancheng sometimes takes mulberry worms to walk there.

Wei Fengsheng usually followed Jiang Ran, although he followed Jiang Ran every three days, but he was usually busy practicing, so he didn't have so much time to pay attention to such trivial matters, of course he didn't know.

"The steward in charge of overseeing the reclamation of wasteland in Biquan Bay is from Tianxi Village, why don't you ask him to come over and ask."

Zhang Xiaochuan is a young farmer, his face is tanned, but his eyes are full of wisdom.

He is still able to read and write. He is very clever. He also learned some farming skills from Li Yiniu. Otherwise, Lin Sha would not have brought him to Jiang Ran. Then he was chosen as a steward and was responsible for assisting Li Yiniu in taking care of the farm. Holy cotton.

Zhang Xiaochuan was called out alone, a face without any memory made Zhang Xiaochuan confused for a moment.

Wei Fengsheng said: "Don't be nervous, but the lord is just asking you about the situation of the mulberry trees in Xitian Village and Fengyu Village?"

Zhang Xiaochuan realized that it was Lord Wei Fengsheng, and immediately followed Wei Fengsheng. The presence of Lord Lord made him very nervous, and bowed to Jiang Ran nondescriptly.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaochuan was sweating on his forehead and couldn't start talking for a while, Jiang Ran paused, looked at Zhang Xiaochuan's simple but clean clothes, then slowed down his voice, and asked slowly: "What do you think of Fengyu Village and your Xitian Village? How is the growth of the mulberry trees, and how many people pick the mulberries that bear fruit in May and June?"

Jiang Ran's voice is nice, even though the texture is naturally a little cold and distant, but when she speaks slowly, she is a snow demon that is confusing.

Zhang Xiaochuan was dizzy for a while, couldn't help but swallowed, and after realizing it, he disrespectfully thought that the lord is really amazing, and has the potential to be the legendary monster phoenix king and bring disaster to the country and the people.

I wasn't so nervous at the moment, I thought about my words, and then I said, "I don't know much about the small one in Fengyu Village, but the young Yue's family is in Fengyu Village. I have been to Fengyu Village a few days ago , the mulberry trees there are growing well, but they are not as strong as Biquan Bay."