From a carp to a dragon god

Chapter 57 Wasteland
In Xiyu Fudi Xuefu Garden, in Master Yu’s ink lotus pond, a green-skinned croaker lies in the water, surrounded by jet-black lotus leaves, as dark as splashed ink.

The flowers, leaves and fruits of this ink lotus are all ink-colored. They can be picked and refined into ink ingots, which are better materials than pine soot ink.

The calf saw Yu Shuyang coming and barked at him with muffled thunder sounds. It was not known whether it recognized him or was just barking to protect the house.

Master Yu came out of the bamboo building upon hearing the noise. He saw his apprentice coming back and smiled happily. He hurriedly invited him into the house.

"You look very energetic, and there's a touch of spring breeze about you. It seems like you've gained a lot from this trip." Master Yu is very satisfied with his apprentice's current state.

"Master, I have just refined the spring breeze and pure energy into a magic talisman and learned a method to call the spring breeze, which can turn spring breeze into rain." Yu Shuyang said to the master, looking at him carefully.

The area of Xiyu Blessed Land is small, only three hundred miles in radius, while Dongtian is less than a hundred miles in radius. A seventh-grade fish demon is only given ten acres of spiritual fields, which is a good example.

He thought about it and realized that to quickly refine the Five Zhi Yao Grass Sword, he would need at least 140 acres of spiritual fields and 20 acres of each of the seven kinds of spiritual plants.

"Your eyes are rolling around. What are you up to?" Master Yu could tell from his disciple's expression.

"Master, you are really awesome. I have refined two magic swords, but I have never practiced the magic prohibition. I need one hundred and forty acres of spiritual fields." Yu Shuyang thought carefully about his words. Spiritual fields have always been a taboo for Master Yu.

"Asshole, what does sword-making have to do with spiritual fields? Do you want to learn from those bastards?" Master Yu was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

Spiritual fields are cultivated land. After years of cultivation, a wood spirit and earth qi are nurtured in the land. Both the spiritual soil and the spiritual qi are treasures.

Xuefu Garden and Donggeng Garden are both fine. One is used for teaching by teachers and students of the school, and the other is where the immortal Xiyu grows spiritual roots and precious medicines to absorb the evil spirits of the earth.

The West Grain Garden is the food-grain field that has been allocated to individuals. In theory, it is up to personal wishes whether to grow crops or trees.

However, some fish monsters were short-sighted and secretly took soil to refine treasures and extracted wood spirits to practice earth Qi to refine techniques, which Master Yu could not tolerate.

"Master, please calm down. I don't want to take spiritual soil to refine treasures. I need a spiritual land to grow Ganoderma lucidum and use the Ganoderma lucidum's medicinal energy to sacrifice and refine the magic ban." Yu Shuyang was busy explaining clearly, fearing that the master would pick up a ruler to beat him.

Mr. Yu calmed down a bit after hearing this. In recent times, he discovered a few people secretly taking soil. Their methods were very covert and they only carried a small amount each time.

"Why don't you go to Beifang to grow Ganoderma? There are forests over there, which is the best place to grow Ganoderma.

I don't know if the spiritual fields in Dongtian are so scarce that they prioritize growing spiritual food every year. Do you know how many students are waiting for food at the academy right now? "Master Yu was still unhappy.

In his opinion, the method of cultivating Ganoderma lucidum is the same as the method of absorbing earth Qi, both of which consume wood spirit and mature earth Qi. The only difference is the speed, and the impact is the same.

"Master, the land in the North Quarter has been cut down to nothing, and they've planted plum trees instead. That thing is just a reincarnation of horsetail. Not only can you grow Ganoderma, but even weeds won't survive.

Isn't there some wasteland? Abandoned fields for soil extraction. I can use it. Ganoderma doesn't grow in soil, so I can just sprinkle sawdust there. It can also help nourish the earth's qi." Seeing Master Yu's attitude, Yu Shuyang didn't dare to beat around the bush and quickly told him his plan.

"Abandoned fields and wasteland? That's no problem. Do you want to use the ones over there? There are sixty acres of wasteland in Xuefu Garden, and another three hundred acres in Xigeng Garden."

Mr. Yu knew the data of wasteland and abandoned farmland without looking at the records. He had always been thinking about it, but unfortunately, he had to abandon the land and stop farming in order to recuperate the earth's qi.

"Then let's go for the 300 mu of spiritual fields in Xiliang Garden. Master and I have agreed that you will let me cultivate them for at least ten years. You can't come to reclaim the land after I have cultivated the spiritual fields." Yu Shuyang said as a precaution.

The East Field is nominally managed by Master Yu, but in reality it is limited to the Academy Garden. The East Farming Garden is the private land of the Great Immortal Xiyu, and the West Grain Garden is the food ration field that was allocated. "Slippery, you didn't like farming before and said you didn't want to be a spiritual plant husband, but now you want to be a Ganoderma farmer?
I'll write you a note, and you can take it to Xiyuan. As long as you can cultivate the earth's qi well, I'll plant it for you in twenty years, not to mention ten."

Master Yu picked up the paper and pen on the table, wrote down the reason in Yan's regular script using the spiritual language of the water tribe, and finally signed his name with fifteen years.

"Take it. Hurry up and cultivate it and bring the earth energy back to me as soon as possible. If you do a good job, all the wasteland will be handed over to you in the future." Master Yu took the paper and blew dry the ink.

Yu Shuyang was struck by lightning when he heard this. He took the note and ran away. His master wanted to capture him as a strong man and give him the spiritual farm for free.

Master Yu was good in every way except that he loved to worry too much. He practiced Confucianism, the cultural education of the human race, and the Yan family tradition of farming and studying, which was passed down from generation to generation.

To be honest, this is an anomaly in Confucianism. After all, the founder of Confucianism did not like farming, and when his disciples asked him about farming, he would say, "I am not as good as the old farmer, I am not as good as the old gardener."

He held the note written by Master Yu and thought to himself that there would not be enough seeds for the three hundred acres of spiritual fields, and there would not be enough manpower.

I guess by then, I'll have to get Yu Fu, Lao Mo, and Li Zhen over. Farming is not like treating someone to a meal, and there can't be any delay.

He didn't go to Xiliangyuan very often. Apart from his own twenty acres of spiritual fields, he was not familiar with other places, so he came to find Uncle Mo first.

"Uncle Mo, who's in charge of the West Grain Garden? The Master wrote me a note, giving me 300 acres of land to grow Ganoderma lucidum.

We will not change our twenty acres of spiritual farmland. Let's continue to plant dragon beard grass as you wish."

Yu Shuyang looked at Old Moji sitting in the field. This old shrimp spirit had spent most of his life in these twenty acres of spiritual fields. Last time he talked about changing to growing Ganoderma lucidum, he was in a very depressed mood.

"Three hundred acres of land? Come here, silly boy, don't mess around with this. You've never farmed before, so you don't know the ins and outs of this. Without ten good hands, it's impossible."

Old Moji was shocked at first, and then began to worry. There were only a few servants like him who tended the spiritual fields all year round, and no one would let them out.

"Uncle Mo, don't worry. Ganoderma lucidum is just like mushrooms. It's not that difficult. A few people are enough. No sophisticated techniques are needed." Yu Shuyang also knew that three hundred acres of land was too much.

"Let me take you there. The person in charge is not an outsider. You know Xia Jueming, his biological father, Xia Changgeng, is in the abandoned fields not far ahead."

Old Moji knocked on the pipe, put the pipe on his belt behind him, and walked in front to lead the way. The three hundred acres of wasteland were connected into a piece, and they arrived in less than a quarter of an hour.

"Old Xia, come here, don't be busy working."

Xia Changgeng is actually a shrimp spirit that has not transformed. He looks very similar to Lao Moji, both with grayish-white shrimp shells. It seems that he is quite old.

That’s right, he is Xia Jueming’s father. It seems that the fat man said last time that he only has a few decades left to live, so this old man probably doesn’t have many years left.

　Three generations of the Xia family are all alive. Xia Wushou, the chief steward of the government school and the manager of the government treasury, was one of the two loyal servants who accompanied Madam Wushuang to seek refuge with her maternal uncle's family. He practiced the water transport method inherited from the Qinglongtan Water Palace Transport Envoy, and his current cultivation level is the middle stage of the sixth rank.

　　Xia Jueming, the manager of Beifang Market and Forest Farm, is Xia Wushou’s grandson. He practices the Taoist method of using the God of Wealth and Money, but is stuck at the late eighth level and cannot break through, lacking the resources for practice.

　　The manager of Xiliangyuan - Xia Changgeng, Xia Jueming's biological father and Xia Wushou's biological son.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)