Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 168 Harvest
"I'll prepare it right away." When Nanny Sun saw that Fei Shuhe's complexion had improved a little, she went back into the house and called the maid to guard the house. After all the things were prepared, she went out with Fei Shuhe.

Fei Shuhe wore a seven-treasure fence on her head and stood on the huge black falcon's head. The mountain breeze was refreshing, but it did not take away much of her boredom.

The black falcon cut through the clouds and flew over a field of white spiritual flowers. Below it was the white alfalfa that Zhou Yixiu had planted this year. It looked like it was growing well and would yield a good harvest.

This white alfalfa should not be grown too mature. It is the most juicy in the early flowering period and can be sold at a high price. From the early flowering period to the falling period, the difference between the two is only three or two days. It is a spiritual crop that needs to be harvested urgently.

Therefore, everyone in Chongming Sect, regardless of age or status, as long as they were cultivators, were invited by Zhou Yixiu to come and harvest together.

Even Pei Yi and Yuan Jin, the two major sources of income, had to temporarily stop their work. After all, they could wait, but the alfalfa could not wait for a moment.

Fei Shuhe's beautiful eyes focused, and she found a somewhat familiar figure among the working people.

At this time, the eldest son-in-law of the Fei family was wearing a sweat towel and holding a sickle. His technique was as skillful as that of an old farmer, and his face was full of joy of a good harvest.

"I didn't expect that Junior Brother Zhou's alfalfa would grow so fast." It had only been a few days since Master Kang returned from Pingrong County and had just started arranging the reconstruction of Chongming Market. He didn't even have time to heal his injuries before Zhou Yixiu urged him to go to the fields.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that this junior brother, who is nearly 70 years old, is always cautious in his daily actions. He treats all the younger generations with warmth and kindness, and rarely even speaks loudly.

But once it comes to matters involving spiritual fields and spiritual plants, Zhou Yixiu dares to make decisions and give orders even when facing the head of the Kang sect.

Kang Dabao suppressed the resentment in his heart, waved his finger, and the sickle flew out of his hand.

This seemingly powerful slash only cut off a handful of alfalfa as thick as a child's arm, and the sickle lost all its power and returned to the hands of Master Kang.

Harvesting most common spiritual plants is such a tiring task.

Most of the monks’ magical instruments have the five elements’ attributes. If used for harvesting, they will contaminate the spiritual plants with impure smells, which will require a lot of energy to expel.

Therefore, except for serious farmers like Zhou Yixiu who have practiced for a long time and have acquired the corresponding spiritual formulas, ordinary cultivators who are not familiar with the way of farmers can only use the five-element balanced sickle specially made by the weapon master.

The reason why spiritual crops have the word "spiritual" in their name is that they are naturally different from ordinary plants.

The monks who are not familiar with the ways of farming have not mastered the skills and can only rely on brute force to harvest.

Therefore, in the fields, even if the farmer's own cultivation is far inferior to that of the cultivators who come to help, his efficiency is still much higher.

Look, I saw a little boy named Kang Rongquan grabbing a handful of white alfalfa, and with a light swing of the sickle in his hand, he cut a handful of alfalfa to the ground.

Don't look at his young age and the fact that he has just reached the second level of Qi training, but his speed in harvesting alfalfa is much faster than that of Master Kang. Even Jiang Qing beside him can't catch up with him.

Mo Ku was working particularly hard among the crowd at this time. On weekdays, he spent all day wandering around in the fields and had few opportunities to meet the sect's masters.

Today is a rare opportunity for him to show his abilities, so he naturally has to take it seriously.

The competitive Han Yundao pointed at the alfalfa field and said loudly to his fellow apprentices, "We will each contribute a spirit stone. Whoever harvests his own acre of alfalfa first will win the prize!"

"Okay, okay! I agree, I agree!" Kang Rongquan's round face smiled when he heard this and he jumped up first.

"Go, go, you and Junior Brother Mo Ku don't count, both of you should be the referees." Pei Que, who was standing next to the little fat man, took a handful of alfalfa and spanked his butt. The little fat man still refused to accept it and muttered something.

Mo Ku on the other end quickly agreed. It was a rare opportunity for a marginalized person like him to be called out by his teachers and senior brothers twice in one day. It was a rare chance to get closer to his fellow disciples and he couldn't miss it.

Zhou Xinran giggled. Although she did not have Master Jia's talent, she had learned a lot from following Zhou Yixiu over the years, and her speed was much faster than that of her fellow apprentices.

She was bright and generous, and immediately said, "I am grateful for the spirit stones from you brothers!"

Ji Wuwu, who was standing by, kept silent and increased his speed silently.

It is difficult for a casual cultivator to survive. In his early years, he had done odd jobs in many places. Although it is a bit difficult for him to work in bed now, he is very good at harvesting spiritual plants. He is determined to earn these spirit stones.

Wei Gu, who was next to him, was working just as hard. Han Yundao suggested that whoever won would be of great help to him with the spiritual stones he won.

Wei Gu finally had a stable place to stay, and recently he was thinking about marrying a monk, so it was time to save up for the bride price. But the old man Ji Wuwu was so fast that Wei Gu broke out in a sweat.

A job that should have been boring and tiring was made exciting by the competition among the boys. Even Zhou Yixiu, an old farmer who was used to the job, was infected by the enthusiasm.

He even sang a song, his voice was mellow and his tone was vicissitudes, like an ancient xun playing melodiously in the fields: "It is both square and white, both hard and good, neither weeds nor barrens."

He started singing, and Zhou Xinran on the other end also responded with a smile, singing the ballad her father had taught her since she was a child, as melodious as the gurgling of flowing water: "Get rid of the moths and the thieves, and do not harm my young fields. The ancestor of the fields is a god, holding the flames of fire."

The fatigue of the other cultivators seemed to be diluted by the singing of the father and daughter. The joy of the harvest filled their bodies, which were originally lacking in spiritual power, and they began to sing softly: "The farmers in the southern fields are very happy. They come to offer sacrifices, and give them black sheep and millet. They offer sacrifices to the gods, and bring blessings. They offer sacrifices to the gods, and bring blessings."

Among all the cultivators, Yuan Jin's expression was the most exaggerated. After temporarily leaving the instrument room that he had been reluctant to leave his eyes for a moment, he seemed to become lively all of a sudden, and regained his usual playful and cheerful personality, singing the most enthusiastically.

When the younger guys saw him like this, they all let their nature loose and started harvesting with laughter.

For a moment, this field of white alfalfa was filled with the laughter of the Chongming Sect's disciples. It didn't seem like they were working, but more like they were having an outing.

The laughter spread above the clouds. Nanny Sun seemed to be moved. The maids looked at each other in confusion, and the guards sneered.

This scene of unity and enthusiasm did not infect Fei Shuhe on the Xuan Falcon. Facing this idyllic scene, her reaction was only indifferent.

In her eyes at this moment, Kang Dabao's face was covered with beads of sweat, and his ill-fitting clothes were stained with red dirt. He looked exactly like those country farmers she had seen in the Fei family manor.

He has neither dignity nor respectability, and indeed has nothing to do with being a good match in the eyes of noble ladies.

Fei Shuhe had never thought that she would marry such a husband, but fate played a trick on her. The adults in her family made a stupid move, angering Nan'anbo, which ruined her life.

Marrying into a wealthy family used to be the best path for a noble lady like her, but now it was cut off. Fei Shuhe didn't see any hope in this husband.

There is only a thorny road left to go.
I saw her beautiful eyes gently closed, and she whispered: "Return, I want to go back to practice."

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