Longevity begins with alchemy master

Day two.

Jing Lan opened her eyes from the bed, stared blankly for a while, and then suddenly looked to the other side as if she remembered something.

When she saw the empty corner, she panicked and quickly got out of bed.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I opened the door and saw the figure standing on the dam.

"You're up so early!"

Luo Chen grunted in response without turning his head, then asked, "Going to work so early?"

Jing Lan smiled and said, "There's no need for that today. The tobacco factory has given us the day off to tend to the crops in the fields. I was planning to go and harvest some millet before the sun comes out and it gets too cool."

Luo Chen suddenly realized, and then said quite naturally, "Let's go together!"

Jing Lan hesitated, looking at Luo Chen's thin and frail back, "But what about your health?"

"It's alright." Luo Chen turned around and smiled slightly. "I would feel bad if I ate and drank for free."

“I see…” Jing Lan hesitated for a moment, then said, “Wait for me a while, I’ll go prepare some things.”

After saying that, she went back inside.

Luo Chen remained standing outside, his expression neither sad nor happy.

Although his body is still a long way from returning to its peak, simple activities don't affect him much.

It has the physique of a wild beast, so it's not that delicate.

He also planned to learn about the local life and customs by integrating into the local way of life, and Jinglan Club would be a good option.

A short while later, Jing Lan came out wearing a straw hat and carrying a bamboo basket on her back. As she walked, there was a faint tinkling sound coming from the basket.

"Let's go!"

……

Jinglan's rice paddies are far from her home, mostly at the foot of the mountain, and scattered here and there.

In Jing Lan's words, many of these were reclaimed by her own hands.

Luo Chen followed behind Jing Lan, listening to the woman's general introduction of the situation, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

This mountain village is not large, with only thirty or forty households in total.

The houses are built on the mountain, and the fields are cultivated along the mountainside, layer upon layer from top to bottom, looking like crescent moons from a distance.

It was still early, but figures could still be seen bending over and working in the fields.

Clearly, these people, like Jing Lan, were harvesting rice early in the cool of the day, as Luo Chen had already experienced firsthand how hot it was during the day.

Those three peculiar suns still fascinate Luo Chen to this day.

Could it be that there are three enormous, radiant stars surrounding this world?
As they continued down the road, people would greet Jing Lan from time to time, and curious glances would always fall on Luo Chen.

But no one asked any further questions, as if they already knew that Jing Lan had taken Luo Chen in.

This commonplace scene only made Luo Chen more puzzled.

"Does something like what happened to me happen often?"

Jing Lan paused for a moment, then said, "It's not that often, but it's not uncommon for people in the Great Destruction Realm to find strange things in the wild. So over time, no one asks about it to avoid causing trouble."

"Something strange?" Luo Chen frowned.

Jing Lan said naturally, "Yes, living people like you are rare, but other things like gold, iron, gems, weapons, and blades do appear quite often. Especially after each Heavenly Wind blows, these things appear even more frequently. Some daring people will even go out to search for treasure during that time, and there are also people in Yixian City who specialize in collecting these things at high prices."

Tianfeng!

I have heard of the three great calamities of the Great Destruction Realm once again.

Luo Chen remembered that Jing Lan found him after a gust of wind, but since he regained consciousness, he had never seen a gust of wind.

What kind of natural phenomenon could bring about such a large number of external things, even beings as powerful as oneself?
"arrive!"

The woman stopped on a ridge in the field, looking at the rows of golden rice growing so well, her voice filled with joy.

Clearly, this is a bumper year.

Luo Chen found it rather strange. When Jing Lan went out, she only carried a basket on her back, which contained a sickle, a water bottle, and other things. She didn't bring any tools for threshing the grain. So how were they going to bring it back after they finished harvesting?
Jing Lan seemed to see his confusion and explained carefully, "Harvesting sun-facing rice is easy in terms of threshing, but difficult in terms of cutting the rice. The rice straw is very tough, and it takes a lot of effort to cut it, but once it is cut, the rice ears can be easily pulled off. I will cut the rice, and you can pull off the rice ears."

As she spoke, she put down her belongings, went into the dry, cracked rice paddy, bent down, and began to harvest the rice.

Luo Chen stood behind her, carefully scooping the rice stalks she had cut into the basket.

During this process, he crushed some of the chaff with his fingers and put it in his mouth to chew.

“This rice…” Luo Chen’s eyes showed a thoughtful expression.

In his perception, this rice contained a trace of energy, and if consumed in large quantities, its effects would be no less than those of the spiritual rice found in the Mountain and Sea Realm.

Most importantly, the rice produced by this sun-loving rice contains a unique trace of supreme yang energy.

"Is it related to the fact that this place is exposed to the scorching sun three times a day?"

Upon making this discovery, Luo Chen's heart skipped a beat.

While decomposing the source blood can heal physical injuries, it ultimately leads to internal depletion.

If one can replenish their energy with plenty of food, recovery may be accelerated.

Moreover, this is just ordinary sun-loving rice grown by ordinary villagers in Qingshan Town. Are there better rice varieties in the Immortal City?

As Luo Chen pondered, he deftly peeled off the ears of grain.

Soon after, I heard a heavy breathing sound beside me.

"Let's take a break!"

Jing Lan straightened up, sat down on the edge of the field, picked up a water jug, and gulped down water.

Large beads of sweat dripped from her face, and her wheat-colored skin shone with a healthy glow.

Noticing that Luo Chen was staring at her, Jing Lan felt a little embarrassed and handed over the water bottle.

"Do you want a drink?"

"Need not."

"Thank goodness for your help this year, otherwise I don't know how long I would have been busy by myself. Everyone hopes that the sun-facing rice will grow well, but the better it grows, the tougher it is to harvest, which is really troublesome!"

Jing Lan sighed as she rubbed her aching wrist.

Then she saw Luo Chen pick up a sickle and go into the field.

Jing Lan opened her mouth, subconsciously wanting to call out to Luo Chen, but saw him easily cut down a sun-facing rice stalk that was half a person tall.

"This……"

"I'll harvest the grain, you take care of threshing it!"

Luo Chen casually tossed a handful of sun-dried rice aside, his expression as calm as ever.

For him, this level of labor was nothing.

Jing Lan's eyes were filled with complex emotions. She stopped insisting and, after resting enough, began the work that Luo Chen had done earlier.

Moreover, she not only threshed the rice, but also bundled the remaining straw into bundles and laid them out in the field.

Noticing Luo Chen's gaze, she offered an explanation.

"Once dried, these will make excellent firewood."

"Oh."

Luo Chen simply gave a faint "oh" and continued cutting the rice on his own.

He moved very quickly, almost ten times faster than Jing Lan had been. Under his actions, the small area was nearly harvested before sunrise.

The basket on its back was just filled with the millet from this field.

On the way back, Luo Chen carried him on his back and walked up the mountain.

Jing Lan followed behind, her eyebrows and eyes gentle, with a special quality in her gaze.

Along the way, people greeted Jing Lan again, mostly praising their speed.

After arriving home, Luo Chen poured the millet from his basket onto a spread-out bamboo mat, letting it dry in the rising sun.

"You take a break, I'll flatten the millet."

Jing Lan picked up a bamboo rake and vigorously pushed a pile of millet outside the bamboo mat.

Luo Chen stood to one side, his gaze fixed on the foot of the mountain, where he could vaguely see some figures carrying grain home.

He suddenly said, "After the autumn harvest, take me to town!"

Jing Lan was taken aback, as if she realized something, and her expression became complicated.

She lowered her head and softly said, "Okay." (End of Chapter)