Becoming a god starting from the weasel

In the white jade spirit rice field, Chen Yang tied up his trouser legs and continuously splashed spirit liquid into the field.

As each ladle of spiritual liquid was poured onto the white jade rice, the rice ears that were sprinkled on it began to grow again.

Although the quantity has not increased, each ear of wheat has grown considerably larger.

A regular bucket of spirit liquid can cover about an acre of land, but there wasn't that much white jade spirit rice, so Chen Yang only sprinkled it twice before stopping, and the rest was still poured onto Huang Jing.

When they returned, the fields of white jade spirit rice, though fragrant with the scent of rice, were not nearly as good as they were now, and the fragrance carried a faint spiritual energy.

When Chen Yang arrived at the field, he broke open the rice ears and found that the white corn had grown about half again as much as before the spiritual liquid was poured on it. Each ear was round and plump and full of spiritual energy.

As soon as he put it in his mouth and chewed, his eyes lit up immediately. "This has at least 70% of the effect of Blood Spirit Rice."

Chen Yang was pleasantly surprised, but when he dug up the soil underneath, he found that the earth's energy had been completely drained from the entire acre of land.

The soil is whitish, but fortunately the medicinal field can replenish the earth's energy on its own. However, the soil will need some time to recover, which is probably the result of excessive consumption of earth's energy.

"It seems that using earth energy and spiritual liquid to replace the spiritual ore slag is also not advisable."

"But this should be enough to tide us over for a while." At worst, we can just cultivate another acre of land and then plant it back and forth.

Then Chen Yang got busy, bending down to harvest with a sickle.

At first, they weren't very skilled, but as they gradually became more familiar with the process, they became faster. After cutting a bunch of rice, they would bundle it up and stack it on the spot.

With the blessing of spiritual power, Chen Yang's physical strength was almost limitless, and he finished harvesting all the rice in the field in less than two hours.

Then, dragging a homemade wooden bucket, they began to husk the rice ears inside.

  

After taking off his clothes, he took out a scale from the pile of miscellaneous items that Niu Shan had brought with him and started weighing them little by little. In the end, the weight was exactly seventy-two jin.

Although Chen Yang was somewhat disappointed, it was still a valuable resource for his cultivation; it was just a matter of expanding his land by a few more acres.

Chen Yang looked at the mountain stream winding downwards and thought to himself.

After dragging the wooden barrel back to the Taoist temple, they burned the straw on the spot.

Chen Yang left only after the fire was completely extinguished. He then went back to sort the rice seeds, keeping some of the plumper rice grains as seed.

After finishing all that work, it was almost evening.

It's still late spring, and the weather hasn't gotten hot yet, but the cool weather is just right.

In the backyard, Chen Yang was rubbing white corn.

Besides the rice seeds, Chen Yang also kept 68 jin of spirit rice for his cultivation.

Chen Yang did not cultivate on a large scale for his own reasons: firstly, there are not enough medicinal fields available now.

Secondly, if we plant that many, we won't be able to take care of them. If some flying insects or birds come and eat them all, then all our work will have been for nothing.

"And there are too many now, I can't protect them all anymore."

So planting two acres of land is just right, enough to supply only my cultivation needs and also convenient to take care of.

In the future, when one's cultivation level is high enough, if one can set up some formations and upgrade the fields into spirit fields, one can then cultivate them on a large scale, covering the entire mountainside, and achieve freedom in obtaining spirit rice.

After some daydreaming, Chen Yang had prepared dinner. This time, he didn't eat in front of the Sanqing Hall, but instead dragged a small wooden table he had made himself to the backyard.

Then, the scrambled eggs and dried rabbit meat were served, along with some white corn, and Chen Yang ate with relish.

Once the white corn is swallowed, it instantly transforms into pure spiritual energy, almost identical to that of blood spirit rice.

However, it seems that the time for harvesting Blood Spirit Rice is approaching soon, and Chen Yang couldn't help but recall the information about Blood Spirit Rice that he had obtained from Kong Ling.

The ripening time of Blood Spirit Rice is related to its location, and the harvest period can last for several months.

The first batch of Blood Spirit Rice produced there has the most abundant spiritual energy, and it is also the place where the fiercest battles have occurred in previous years.

However, these high-quality blood spirit rice would be snatched away by powerful spirits and monsters that descended the mountain, such as Old Master Fox. Ordinary mountain spirits and monsters would not dare to steal them.

Then comes the medium-grade spirit rice, which is divided among the demon cultivators of the Kongling Peacock Clan. These clans also have some powerful spirits, so the others don't dare to rob them.

Then comes the lowest grade, Blood Spirit Rice. This place is often the site of the fiercest fighting, and it is also the place where the rice grows the fastest and most abundantly the following year.

As Chen Yang picked at the white corn, he made his guess.

"This Blood Spirit is probably related to the corpses of those monsters who fought each other, which is why it turned into that form."

While pondering this, I finished off the entire pound of white corn I had cooked that night.

At this moment, Chen Yang felt that his dantian was full of spiritual energy. He looked at the trellis in the backyard, where the red Ganoderma lucidum would take about another month to grow, and the peach tree that had bloomed again.

After checking and finding nothing else amiss, Chen Yang returned to the Taoist temple.

I'm almost at the tenth level of spiritual power now, which is a minor bottleneck, and I need to work even harder.

Chen Yang then continued to focus on his cultivation.

Half a month has passed. During this time, in Huangni'ao at the foot of the mountain, every household is busy with farming in accordance with Niushan's unified arrangements.

No one complained about this, after all, Niu Shan had indeed led everyone to a better life.

While there was still a famine outside, every household in their village had enough to eat. Although two families had disappeared, it was because they had angered the mountain god and were being punished for it.

After these events, everyone respected Niu Shan even more.

That night, Niu Shan called Big Dog, Sanwa, and two other capable brothers to discuss some things.

After the banquet ended that evening, Niu Shan went to find Huang Changming.

"Godfather, do you think those outside merchants in town will hire us as odd jobs?"

Niu Shan was still a little unsure, and said this as he looked at Huang Changming, who was sitting on the table playing with the stone stool.

Huang Changming pinched Shidun's little face until it hurt, then stopped and chuckled.

"You won't find it if you look for it, but I have a way."

"Black Wind Town is called a town, but in previous years at this time it was more lively than the county seat."

"The mountain products and timber from each village are transported down from the mountains, and every outside business needs workers to do odd jobs and move things."

"Although the Huang family has been wiped out, I am still here."

At this point, Huang Changming's expression darkened.

Now that he has come to Huangjia Village, although there are still some of his descendants there, they are all distant relatives and have little to do with him.

Huang Changming sighed and then said, "The village can't rely solely on farming."

"You need to build good relationships with those merchants so you can buy medicinal herbs and develop your Niujia Village."

Listening to Huang Changming's advice, Niu Shan nodded, then asked, "But how will we make money?"

Niu Shan has spent most of his life working on the land; he doesn't know anything about land...

Huang Changming chuckled a few times, whispered a few words in Niu Shan's ear, and Niu Shan immediately looked surprised.

"We'll only give you 100 out of 500 coins?! Is that really okay...?"

Niu Shan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he heard Huang Changming's words.

Huang Changming quickly covered Niu Shan's mouth with his still-intact hand.

"Keep your voice down. You only need to talk to Sanwa and the others about these things."

Huang Chang glanced at Niu Shan and then said.

"I'll introduce you to them then. Next year, you'll know what they're going to collect. In your spare time, you can organize some people in the village to go hunting in the mountains."

"Then we can sell them back to them and make a profit from the difference. That's the best way to make money."

After hearing all this, Niu Shan was completely dumbfounded.

However, Huang Changming was not in a hurry, and slowly explained to Niu Shan.