Change jobs, pet beast!

At six o'clock in the morning, Jiang Mo got up on time.

Old Crane was already busy preparing breakfast, and a fragrant aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Resisting the urge to spy, I went to the backyard.

Just then, a little black mud penguin was patrolling the fields. When it saw its owner visiting, it flapped its little wings and gave a warm welcome.

"Not only has it sprouted, but the stems and leaves have grown so tall?!"

Jiang Mo looked around and couldn't help but marvel.

On the left side of the field, tender stems stretch out, emerald leaves gleam, each plant stands tall and graceful, surrounded by a pale green aura, like a verdant paradise.

Is this what makes farmers so formidable?

In just half a day... no, less than eight hours, the growth was so impressive.

No wonder the book says that even in a famine year, if there is farming, the granaries will be full; this statement is by no means unfounded.

"Clean water flows, go."

The deep blue water snakes irrigated the pale green spiritual field in turn.

However, it actively avoided the fire-type spirit field on the right.

「Nijiu~」૮₍˶•⤙•˶₎ა

The little black mud penguin waddled along the ridge of the field, occasionally lowering its head to gently touch the plants with its sharp beak, carefully examining each tender leaf.

It wasn't planted crookedly.

There are no pests.

Hey, some weeds are stealing nutrients? How dare they!

With a swift, almost imperceptible sound, Niwan pecked off the weeds and tossed them into the adjacent fire-elemental spirit field.

The rising, pale red heat immediately enveloped the intruder, and the tender green color faded at a visible speed.

In just a few seconds, the weeds curled up and wrinkled, their roots and stems shriveled and contracted, turning into withered grass that crumbled at the slightest touch.

The little guy nodded in satisfaction.

Jiang Mo withdrew his gaze and continued to observe the pale green spiritual field.

Gray-eared rice, frost-edge vegetable, green potato, white glutinous rice... these one-star spiritual plants take no less than a year to mature naturally in the wild.

However, thanks to composting techniques and the fertile fields cultivated by farmers, the average growth rate is thirty times, and theoretically, the first batch of agricultural products can be harvested in just over 12 days.

In addition...

The mud ball also has an aura of moistening the soil.

He also has clean water flow.

These are all additional benefits.

I don't know exactly how many times it can increase...

Jiang Mo looked at the fruit tree again.

It only grew one centimeter in height overnight.

The difference is particularly striking when comparing the left and right sides.

Sure enough, even with a fire-elemental spirit field providing the necessary support, two-star spirit plants are not so easy to cultivate. It would take at least a month for them to flower and bear fruit.

"Muddy chirp~"

This is Niwan's second day of doing real farm work, and he's feeling very excited.

Even if it has already explored half an acre of land once, it will start exploring it a second and a third time, never tiring of it.

Jiang Mo patted its head and pondered before returning to the restaurant.

Today's breakfast was still giant skuas. There was still a little left. Old Crane said to eat it for one last day, because the meat would rot tomorrow, so we could use it to feed the fields.

Clear stewed chicken wing root soup.

Smoked chicken wing tips.

Braised pork jerky.

Giant Gull Leg Burger.

This breakfast felt like a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

But the old crane was a perfectionist, always feeling that there was too much meat and too little vegetables, and that the nutritional intake was not balanced.

"Woof!"

The troll was very satisfied because it got to enjoy all the leftovers; as for the vegetables? Turn them to ashes!

Jiang Mo smiled and advised, "Old Crane, stop being so stubborn and come out for a walk with me."

"Where would the young master like to go?"

He Zhifeng's eyes lit up, and he immediately took off his apron and changed into a simple set of outdoor clothes.

"It's right in the village, so there's nothing fun or interesting to see, just a quick glance."

He Zhifeng shook his head upon hearing this: "Young Master will most likely be disappointed. Kujing Village is more of a defensive base, with some caves, tunnels and emergency shelters, but as for entertainment facilities... tsk, it's hard to describe."

"Not even a public bathhouse?" Jiang Mo asked with great interest.

"It's not that bad." He Zhifeng chuckled awkwardly.

"That settles it, doesn't it?" Jiang Mo chuckled. "Niwan works hard on the farm to support the family, so how can I, as the Master, enjoy a life of leisure at home?"

"Is the young master planning to supplement the family income?"

He Zhifeng seemed to have anticipated this, revealing a cunning and shrewd glint in his eyes:

"That's right. It's pointless to be idle while performing duties. Earning some spirit stones and accumulating experience will help Young Master reach the threshold of Level 3 sooner..."

Jiang Mo nodded.

The bathhouse attendants can't just do the job of watering plants every day; they have to go back to their original job—bathing.

Of course, he also had his own selfish motives.

The old crane's two wishes cannot be fulfilled in a short time.

If we don't develop one or two new clients, won't Golden Finger be idle?

"Young master, look, that's the spiritual material shop I frequent. There are two other similar shops. They don't have any high-end goods, but occasionally you can find little gems like the Exploding Mushroom, which are expensive outside but cheap here..."

He Zhifeng led Jiang Mo around leisurely, sharing the intelligence he currently possessed.

Jiang Mo looked around and saw very few pedestrians, except for an old woman sweeping the road with a water-spraying pot spirit, who was also a magic apprentice.

Jiang Mo suddenly asked, "Old He, are there any restaurants around here? How's the food?"

"Yes." He Zhifeng chuckled, "Several restaurants run by Level 1 chefs, with fancy names like 'Spirit Cuisine Restaurant'."

"In reality, it's a collaboration between the hunters and them. The hunters regularly deliver fresh meat, which the villagers then process and sell to ordinary villagers, making a profit from the difference."

"There's also a restaurant called 'Tree Fortress Restaurant,' which has a huge area and is said to be run by two Level 2 chefs. However, when I passed by last time, I glanced at the menu and found that there were only three kinds of amazing dishes openly sold, and customers were required to collect the ingredients themselves... It has a whole bunch of rules, the prices are ridiculously high, and it's run very haphazardly."

"Then, old crane, wouldn't you be able to walk sideways?"

Jiang Mo blinked, feigning surprise, and said:

"You must have at least fifteen, if not twenty, one-star recipes, right? Pick any two and you'll leave them dumbfounded!"

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."

He Zhifeng lowered his voice and chuckled:

"The Shubao Restaurant is probably backed by the chieftain of Kujing Village. It's neither rational nor worthwhile to compete with him for business right now."

Jiang Mo suddenly smiled and patted his shoulder:

"Well done, Lao He. You've only been out a few times and you've figured out so many intricacies. You're a true veteran."

He Zhifeng seemed to enjoy this compliment, stroked his beard, and slowly added:

"Actually, the chieftain has a pretty good reputation. He is responsible for maintaining order in the entire Kujing Village."

"On the contrary, the second and third leaders are people that shopkeepers turn pale at the mere mention of, and they are suspected to be short-tempered and ruthless."

"The other one is always drunk and occasionally acts out when drunk; these two are the dangerous targets we need to be most wary of."

Jiang Mo wrote them down one by one.

He Zhifeng suddenly strode forward and pointed to the south:

"Young master, there are only two bathhouses in Kujing Village, and this is the largest one."

Jiang Mo looked over and saw a building made of rough wood, with large stones embedded in the walls, sturdy and rugged.

A dried animal skin curtain hung at the entrance, from which thick, white steam billowed out, carrying a faint scent of herbs and wood.

Dried herbs and firewood were piled up in the corner of the house, and the chimney on the roof was billowing out hot air, which was particularly conspicuous among the low houses in the village.

"A dragon-shaped hot spring pool?"

Jiang Mo stared at the huge and dazzling golden signboard, slightly stunned.

A small village bathhouse...

Is it really necessary to give it such an imposing name?