I just passed the imperial examination, what the heck is this "Celestial Official System"?

In the blink of an eye.

Seven days have passed.

The nature of the assessment has been completely changed; half of the agricultural officials' sacred fields were destroyed, and they were directly eliminated.

At this time.

Only then did the agricultural repair team realize the correct way to conduct the assessment.

Growing spirit wheat isn't the key; destroying other people's spirit wheat will naturally lead to victory.

They could usually get along harmoniously, but when it came to matters of vital interest, even the most peaceful agricultural cultivators revealed their true colors.

"So, are you still interested in destroying Song's sacred field?"

Song Li stared coldly at a colleague he had greeted in the past.

"Brother Song... I was just passing by, please don't misunderstand."

An embarrassed look appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged agricultural official.

His spiritual field was adjacent to Song Li's, and the two had a fairly good relationship before. However, after the assessment began, he saw what the other spiritual fields were doing and began to have wicked thoughts.

But unexpectedly.

Song Li is surprisingly powerful.

He was a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Gathering, yet he was almost killed by that tiny leaf.

He was almost certain that he would have died if it weren't for the assessment.

"He's killed someone?"

The middle-aged agricultural repairman was filled with fear.

Song Li remained extremely calm, and he could even feel a chill that seeped into his bones—a feeling he had only ever seen in martial arts practitioners and criminal practitioners who had killed people.

He managed to do quite well in the farmhouse, so he naturally had some sense and knew that the person in front of him was not someone to mess with.

"roll."

Song Li uttered a single word indifferently.

The middle-aged agricultural repairman retired without the slightest hesitation.

At this time.

One of the farmers, who had been watching the commotion and waiting for the middle-aged man to flee in defeat, finally spoke up: "Are you confused? Brother Song was someone who made contributions in the siege of the remnants of the Marquis of Rong'an."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged farmer immediately regretted his actions.

The farmhouses were ultimately too isolated, so many people were unaware of Song Li's meritorious service.

With this title, naturally no one dared to provoke them anymore.

Song Li withdrew his gaze and resumed his work of farming.

Just seven days.

The seedlings he selected had already grown to knee height.

All the magical rain from the entire acre of spiritual field was used on a single seedling. With the added blessing of Steward Zheng's green bottle magic treasure, the spiritual wheat naturally grew extremely fast, already resembling the appearance of summer solstice.

Let's look at the other side.

Zhao Hui also defeated an invading peasant.

Although it was difficult, we ultimately won.

Just then—

After spending several leisurely days at his farmhouse, Manager Zheng reappeared in the spirit field.

Although he was not there in person, he knew all too well what was happening in the spirit field.

"I will not pursue what you did before today, but after today, if anyone dares to make a move, I will punish them severely!"

In his view.

The farm workers in the Shannan County government office were living too comfortably and needed some stimulation.

But if this continues, things will go wrong.

This wasn't a battlefield, so when he saw that the situation was about right, Manager Zheng stepped forward to stop the scene from turning into chaos.

Ultimately, this assessment is about farming skills.

This will not change.

Upon seeing Manager Zheng appear, the cultivators whose spirit fields had been destroyed finally breathed a sigh of relief; the past seven days had been utterly hopeless.

despair?

Zheng, the head of the department, did not think so.

He spent almost decades in this despair in the North.

With the reappearance of Master Zheng.

The assessment process was then back on track.

"There are some promising talents."

Manager Zheng stood with his hands behind his back on the ridge of the field. For the past seven days, he had actually been studying how the people in the farmhouse would respond.

I also found a few good ones who are good at saving face.

His purpose in coming to the farmhouse was, of course, to clean up the old, outdated things and to cultivate his own people.

The newly appointed agricultural officials in recent years are his key targets for investigation.

They are the first to be affected.

It was Zhao Hui, of course.

He knew perfectly well from the beginning that Zhao Hui was getting close to his daughter. Or rather, Zhao Hui was able to get close to Zheng Wei because he had caught his eye; otherwise, he wouldn't have had the chance to get close at all.

Zheng, the head of the department, was quite fond of this woman.

In his view.

Whether a husband is capable or not is not actually important.

Reliability is the most important thing.

Zheng Yue was the first generation to build his fortune, and he knew very well that it would be excellent if the second generation could simply maintain what they had built. A son-in-law with too much ambition would only bring disaster.

Once Zhao Hui's cultivation level improves, he will be trained to become a deputy director, or even a director.

Then the Zhao family will be rich for three generations.

This was the limit of what Master Zheng could do; as for what happened three generations later, that was beyond his control.

"Huo Zhun, Song Li, Lu Ran... are all promising talents."

Compared to the other two.

Song Li was not from a prominent family, so he was valued even more by Master Zheng.

The sons of noble families can never truly become one of our own.

It has advantages, but also limitations.

Song Li naturally had no idea what Master Zheng was thinking.

What he was thinking about was how to grow more spirit wheat using the green bottle magic item.

After seven days of chaos, more than half of the agricultural cultivation fields were destroyed, meaning that he didn't even need to compete for them to get a mediocre assessment score.

Song Li never intended to compete for the top grade.

This is both a test and a stroke of luck.

Where on ordinary days can one find an opportunity to use magical artifacts to help with farming?

Such a good opportunity should naturally be seized.

If one could obtain a mu of higher quality spirit wheat, its value would be no less than that of a Qi Gathering Pill.

The sacred field has returned to peace.

Having gone through the previous darkness, the hardship has become easier.

Half a month has passed.

Surprisingly, seven or eight people's barley began to sprout ears.

Without exception, they were all the most senior agricultural officials in the farmhouse. These people all had the cultivation level of the sixth level of Qi Gathering. During the previous chaos, no one dared to provoke them. They were focused on farming, and with their profound spiritual power, their progress was far superior to that of others.

The large wheat grains bent the wheat stalks under their weight.

Even before the spring equinox, the scene already resembles the autumn harvest.

Everyone suddenly realized that this was what Steward Zheng meant by seizing the opportune moment.

Just as the wheat grains ripen.

A burst of chirping birds came from afar.

"A red-tailed bird?"

A farm official exclaimed in surprise.

This bird possesses the bloodline of a demon beast and has a fondness for pecking at spirit wheat. Moreover, it has an extremely picky palate, refusing to eat spirit wheat of ordinary quality and insisting on eating high-grade spirit wheat. As a result, it has not appeared in the spirit fields of the farmhouse for ten years.

At this time.

Zheng's voice rang out again: "Whoever attracts more red-tailed birds will have a better result. If anyone can attract five red-tailed birds this time, I will bestow upon him a great fortune."

These words were spoken.

The farmers and officials in the farmhouse were all excited.

Those old agricultural officials, in particular, put in their best effort.

They had all witnessed Zheng's methods; anyone whom he called "the master of creation" must be extraordinary.

Song Li naturally heard what Zheng, the head of the department, said.

My heart stirred slightly.

He then circulated his spiritual power, and the rain spell above the spiritual field in front of him gradually materialized, actually gathering into a hazy gray smoke.

Drizzling and splashing.

It started raining on the spirit field.

The sound, upon reaching Zheng's ears, was like a thunderclap, and he couldn't help but gasp softly:

"Like a gentle rain!"