Cultivating Immortals in the Family, Starting from Farming

There is no time for cultivating immortals, and six months passed in a flash.

During this period, Yu Changsheng's third and fourth aunts were pregnant one after another. This made Yu Lao San and Yu Lao Si very happy.

Yu Changsheng was happy for the two uncles from the bottom of his heart, after all, having a baby in the family is a great joy.

Since drinking that day, Er Gouzi has become more and more diligent, rushing to do something every time he has something to do, which makes Yu Laoliu's satisfaction soar.

Under Yu Changsheng's suggestion, Yu Laoliu adopted Er Gouzi as his adopted son and named him Yu Xinsheng, expecting him to live like a new student.

In addition to the original 15 mu of first-class spiritual fields, 50 acres of ordinary spiritual fields have been expanded to plant spiritual rice.

Yu Changsheng originally wanted to get more spiritual fields to grow spiritual rice, but Yu Lao Er told him that if there were more, the surrounding spiritual energy consumption would be too late to replenish. Not only would the spiritual rice not be able to grow, it would also affect the 15 acres of first-level spiritual fields and Everyone's practice.

Seeing a large piece of mature spirit-gathering grass in front of them, everyone carefully began to dig it out. There were a few sunspots on the top of the spirit-gathering grass, which were naturally conceived seeds.

Everyone had been busy all day, and even Yu Changsheng's third and fourth aunts participated in it, and they barely managed to complete the harvest.

Yu Changsheng grinned from ear to ear looking at the 3 Juling Grass and more than [-] seeds in the storage bag.

After everyone tidied up and returned home, Er Gouzi (Yu Xinsheng) started to light the fire and cook, and the third and fourth aunts also went to help him, and Yu Changsheng and a few uncles sat together and chatted about household chores.

After dinner, everyone chatted together for a while, and then went back to their rooms to rest. After all, there are still 53 acres of Diling rice to be harvested tomorrow.

As soon as the sky dawned, Er Gouzi got up and made breakfast, and everyone came out of the room one after another to finish breakfast, and rushed into Lingtian in a mighty manner.

The scythes in the hands of the people waved away a large piece of Lingmi like a death god, and the 53 acres of Lingmi were eroded within a day under the frenzied harvesting.

It was dusk again, and Yu Changsheng's spine was bent by the [-] catties of spiritual rice in the storage bag.

Everyone looked at each other and smiled, and the field was instantly filled with joy of harvest.

The next day everyone began to sow seeds, and the 13 mu of first-order spiritual fields were quickly filled with spirit-gathering grass, and the next [-] acres of ordinary spiritual fields were also filled with spiritual rice.

Yu Changsheng turned on the automatic rain shower, announcing a perfect ending.

After three days of busy work, he finally finished his work in Lingtian.

Everyone in Yu's family filled the table with fine wine, and all kinds of delicacies were served on the table one after another, and a new round of carnival began.

Pushing cups and changing cups, toasting and drinking, it was late at night unknowingly, Yu Changsheng was carried into the room by Yu Laoer in a daze, and he had nothing to say all night.

A week had passed since the harvest day, and Yu Changsheng and his uncles were discussing whether to go to the nearest fortress to sell the spirit grass and spirit rice in their hands in exchange for some other supplies.

Yu Er Er thought over and over again:
"The nearest fortress is No.18 fortress, which is more than 1 miles away from us, and it will take us at least a month to reach it with our foot strength."

"I don't know how many monsters are hidden in it. If you encounter a foundation-building monster, you may not be able to escape."

"Yes, Changsheng, what your second uncle said is indeed reasonable. We are not strong enough, and we are already blessed by our ancestors to survive here safely."

Yu Laoliu took the words.

"Although I'm only a first-level pharmacist, I can guarantee the daily supply of spirit gathering pills for the few of us."

These days, thanks to Yu Laoliu's refinement of the spirit-gathering pill, otherwise everyone would not be able to make further progress in the next life by only relying on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

One Spirit Gathering Grass can only refine one Spirit Gathering Pill, which has also caused the price of the Spirit Gathering Pill to remain high.

With Yu Laoliu's level, the success rate of refining Juling Pill is around 50.00%. This is because he only refines this kind of elixir all year round, and with the blessing of practice makes perfect.

Ordinary first-tier pharmacists only have a [-]% chance of becoming a pill.

The market price of Juling Grass is four spirit stones, and Juling Pill is 10 spirit stones, which means that ordinary first-level alchemists can basically only earn hard money.

Ordinary monks need to absorb a spirit-gathering pill for practice in about three days, and need to spend 100 spirit stones every month, which is the fundamental reason why it is difficult for casual cultivators to survive.

Rich monks can take a lot of elixir and improve their cultivation in a short period of time, but each elixir contains a small amount of erysipelas, which will only damage their own foundation.

Those big families or sects all have the mysterious ability to purify erysipelas, which is the obvious manifestation of strength.

Yu Changsheng took out a thousand spirit-gathering grasses and handed them to Yu Lao Liu to refine the elixir. If there were more, he was afraid that Yu Lao Liu would be exhausted, after all, alchemy was a huge consumption.

Yu Laoliu's fifth level of Qi training can only be refined more than 30 times a day.

These 1000 Spirit Gathering Grass can produce 500 Spirit Gathering Pills, which is enough for everyone to consume for a year.