After binding with a genius, I became an immortal by exploiting loopholes.

After settling Sun Han in, life returned to its previous rhythm.

The spiritual rice in the spiritual field is becoming fuller day by day, with the heavy ears of rice drooping their heads, and the color of the leaves gradually turning from dark green to a light gold.

Seven days later, the harvest day finally arrived.

The harvesting order is from the beginning of the village to the end.

Sun Zhiyuan's fields were harvested first, followed by Zhou Ming, Liu Wenhua, and Wang Youde.

This year, several businesses suffered from a disease that caused a decline in their harvests.

Sun Zhiyuan's fields suffered the most severe yield reduction. Even including the high-quality spiritual rice in his protected spiritual fields, the yield per mu barely exceeded 200 jin.

Zhou Ming fared slightly better, while Liu Wenhua and Wang Youde also suffered some setbacks.

As Zhao Demao looked at each family's harvest, his brow furrowed more, but he didn't say much.

It's fortunate that the disease was brought under control; these losses were expected.

It was three days later when it was Zhuangwei's turn.

Of Lu Qingchen's twenty mu of land, twelve mu were occupied by Jade Spirit Rice and eight mu by Azure Origin Spirit Grass.

Wang Fu led the tenant farmers to work from dawn till dusk, cutting with sickles all day until their arms ached so much they could barely lift them.

When the sun was at its strongest, Lu Qingchen asked Sun Han to borrow a large pot from the cafeteria and cook a big pot of spirit rice porridge.

The porridge contains a small amount of minced spirit meat, which is cooling and refreshing, and can also quickly replenish energy.

The tenant farmers squatted on the edge of the field drinking porridge. Wang Fu held a bowl, took a big gulp, wiped his mouth, and said, "Manager Lu, this porridge saved my life."

"Let's rest for a while after we finish drinking, no rush."

Lu Qingchen said.

Wang Fu glanced at the sky, then at the tenant farmers holding their bowls, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

The rule in the manor is six hours, but given Steward Lu's current status, since he has already spoken, he won't take it too seriously.

The production results were available when we finished work the following evening.

The Jade Spirit Rice yields 260 jin per mu, and 12 mu of land yields a total of 3,120 jin.

Eight mu of Qingyuan Lingcao yielded 130 jin per mu, for a total yield of 1,040 jin from the eight mu.

When Wang Fu reported the figures, Zhao Demao stood on the edge of the field, looking at the small mountain of rice and medicinal herbs, and his expression relaxed a little.

According to the standards set by the Spirit Plant Hall for Qingmu Manor, Lu Qingchen's twenty mu of land must be handed over 4,000 jin of Jade Spirit Rice and 2,500 jin of Azure Origin Spirit Grass every year.

The first harvest so far has yielded 3,120 jin of rice and 1,040 jin of medicinal herbs.

The Jade Rice is harvested twice a year, and the next harvest will be another season, easily yielding more than 4,000 catties.

The Qingyuan Spirit Grass can be planted two or three times a year, and the next two crops can easily yield 2,500 catties.

"You've truly brought this land back to life."

Zhao Demao's tone was somewhat emotional, "This area at the end of the village has been barren for several years. The previous plant growers couldn't grow anything. But after you came, not only did you manage to grow it, you grew it very well."

Lu Qingchen smiled and said, "It's all thanks to the Master of the Manor."

Zhao Demao waved his hand, then suddenly remembered something and changed the subject: "But there's something I need to remind you. You've only planted one batch of spirit herbs in the past three months. You'll have to hurry up and plant the next two batches."

"Although there is still enough time, we shouldn't delay. If the weather turns bad or there are pests or diseases, we might not be able to collect enough numbers, and the year-end evaluation will not look good."

"Don't worry, Master, I know what I'm doing," Lu Qingchen said.

He was indeed aware of the situation—the reason why so few spiritual herbs had been planted before was because the earth's spiritual embryos were absorbing spiritual energy, and they wouldn't grow well even if they were planted.

Now that the fields have returned to normal, three or four harvests a year are no problem.

.....

After the harvest was complete, Zhao Demao had Wang Fu sort out the production accounts, and then asked Lu Qingchen, "Manager Lu, how much of this harvest do you plan to keep and how much to hand over?"

According to the sect's rules, Lingzhifu must meet the corresponding standards for submission each year.

Those within the standard range can be handed over to the sect to directly exchange for contribution points, while those kept in hand can be disposed of at will, either sold to the Spirit Plant Hall for spirit stones, or kept for personal use.

"The rice is still 880 jin short of this year's standard, and the medicinal herbs are 2,460 jin short."

Zhao Demao flipped through the account book. "But we can plant more later. There's still time. You can decide how to allocate this crop."

Lu Qingchen silently did some calculations in his mind.

This harvest yielded 3,120 catties of rice and 1,040 catties of medicinal herbs.

If things had gone according to his original plan, the best course of action would have been to keep more of them and sell them to the Spirit Plant Hall in exchange for spirit stones.

After all, he didn't have many spirit stones left, and he couldn't cultivate without them no matter what.

Any shortcomings in the standards can be addressed in the next round.

But things are different now.

Having just received a reward of five hundred spirit stones from the Spirit Plant Hall, he had an unprecedented abundance of spirit stones in his possession.

The spirit stones will be more than enough to cover expenses in a short period of time.

On the contrary, he had hardly accumulated any sect contribution points.

Contribution points are more useful than spirit stones in the sect: you need contribution points to exchange for cultivation techniques in the Scripture Pavilion, you need contribution points to apply for high-quality seeds, and you need contribution points to apply for high-quality fertilizer.

Even if you want to change to a better spirit field in the future, you have to see if you have enough contribution points.

Zhao Demao closed the ledger and casually mentioned, "By the way, the rice handed over to the sect can be exchanged for one point of contribution points for every twenty catties, and for one point of contribution points for every fifteen catties of spirit herbs. However, contribution points can only be exchanged during the harvest season; after that, they can only be exchanged for spirit stones."

"If you want to keep some to exchange for spirit stones, that's fine with you."

Lu Qingchen nodded and quickly made a decision.

"Master, keep 20% of the rice, hand over the other 80% to the sect in exchange for contribution points, and hand over all the spiritual herbs."

Three thousand one hundred and twenty catties of rice, eighty percent of which is two thousand four hundred and ninety-six catties. At twenty catties for one contribution point, it can be exchanged for one hundred and twenty-five points.

All 1,040 catties of spiritual herbs were handed over, and at 15 catties per point, they could be exchanged for 69 points.

The two items together bring the total to 194 contribution points.

Leaving 20% ​​of the rice is enough for his daily consumption, and it also leaves some seeds for the next crop.

As for the inferior rice and medicinal herbs, they can be replaced in the next crop.

The earth's energy in the spirit field has now recovered. If we put more effort into the field and cultivate it even better, the yield of spirit rice and spirit herbs can be increased without attracting attention.

There will be more than enough time to meet the standards when the time comes.

After hearing his assignment, Zhao Demao nodded: "Okay, I'll have Wang Fujiu write it down."

......

The harvested spirit fields are empty, with only turned soil and remaining rice stubble remaining.

A pale blue light shone faintly in the morning light.

Lu Qingchen took out the jade tablet and gently pressed it against the light shield, causing a crack to appear.

He walked around the edge of the field, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with the protective array's light barrier, he withdrew.

The light shield closed behind him, restoring its barely perceptible transparent state.

The first thing to do is to bring back the batch of premium spiritual rice and herbs from the woodshed.

That night, when no one was around, Lu Qingchen went to the woodshed and lifted the oilcloth.

The batch of jade-green spirit rice and azure spirit grass that had been deeply imbued with spiritual energy were now quietly sitting in the broken ceramic pot.