My filial piety has gone bad

"Please follow me to the barn."

The underground barn is ventilated, cool and dry.

Check the grain piles, there are Daogu and Maigu from the Qi Refining Realm to the Golden Core Realm, but at least they are all Chen Guzi from half a year ago.

It can be used as a seed, but it is slightly insufficient as a material for brewing sake.

Baili Qingfeng filled two sacks of high-quality wheat seeds and gave them to Xiao Ran for free.

However, Xiao Ran still paid two spirit stones.

He didn't want to owe the old man a favor.

The grade of these aged grains is not bad, but the quality is mediocre, which cannot be recognized by a full-level brewing master.

"I need fresh high-quality grains, and I'm going to make sake tonight."

The legendary overnight brewing of sake?

Could it be that this is the wine master deliberately chosen by the elder holding the sword?

Baili Qingfeng didn't dare to neglect again.

"The fresh and high-quality grains suitable for brewing sake still need brother Xiao to go into the valleys to pick and pick one by one. As for yeast, there are many black mushrooms that can cultivate natural yeast in the wild forest at the foot of Xiaoyu Peak Mountain in the southwest."

After speaking, he handed the passing jade slip in the valley to Xiao Ran.

"Thank you."

……

Come to the valley.

The wind is melodious and the river is rushing.

Xiao Ran briskly walked on the rice embankment, shuttling through the golden wheat fields.

The breeze is coming slowly, and the faint fragrance of grain permeates the world.

The autumn light is shining, filled with the fragrance of wheat ears.

Xiao Ran recalled the scene when he was a child picking tea in the tea mountain.

The scenery is beautiful, but the tea is not worth a few dollars.

The scenery here is more beautiful and magnificent, but the grade and quality of Lingzhi are mediocre. Compared with the herbs on Baicao Peak, the gap is too far.

After walking for a long time, Xiao Ran couldn't find any fresh rice that he was satisfied with.

Occasionally, I met a few disciples of Lingnong who were working in the valley. They all looked older, lifeless and lacking in vitality.

When these older disciples saw Xiao Ran, they only bowed to greet him symbolically, and then went about their own business. No one was a tour guide for him.

Xiao Ran walked by the river.

Suddenly, there was an imperceptible fragrance.

Xun Xiang looked carefully.

It was the husks of a few ears of wheat floating in the river!

This smell is unusual...

Xiao Ran hurriedly jumped into the water, picked up a piece of grain husk, and chewed it in his mouth.

Well, the appearance is average, the grade is not high, but the quality... Absolutely!

Walking up the river for seven or eight miles, Xiao Ran came to a certain hillside and found a wheat field of several mu.

The wheat stalks are very mixed, green and yellow, tall and short, straight and curved, growing in the same wheat field in disorder.

Mai Gusheng's appearance is ugly, each has its own grades, and each has its own defects.

The only thing in common is that each stalk of wheat has a very different but very prominent aroma.

It is a very high level of transparency, a free, restrained, wheat fragrance that is not for human beings.

On the edge of the wheat field, overgrown with weeds.

A middle-aged man with a shaggy beard and a bamboo hat, resting his head on a hoe handle and holding a long sword in his arms, was lying among the weeds.

Wearing a farming uniform and a farm gown, with a short wheat ear in his mouth, he hummed a melodious tune.

The humming tune is gentle and fluttering, and it seems to have some kind of magical power that allows wheat plants to grow freely.

For a moment, Xiao Ran seemed to see... the catcher in the rye.

Taking care of this kind of wheat field shows that he is not an ordinary person.

Feeling admiration in Xiao Ran's heart, he clasped his hands together from a distance:

"The junior needs some fresh wheat to make wine, can the senior part with it?"

The middle-aged man lifted a corner of the bamboo hat, opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at Xiao Ran's high-ranking blue disciple robe.

Probably knew Xiao Ran's identity.

But he didn't look up to Xiao Ran because he was a direct disciple.

Nor did he look down on him because he was a mortal.

No joy and no sorrow.

"I'm not your senior, fresh wheat as you like."

"Thank you."

Xiao Ran went deep into the wheat field and began to select carefully.

He is accurate to each Lingmai, and what he pursues is not the perfection of appearance, or the high level and unity of grade, but the selection of wheat whose quality is infinitely close to perfection.

He picked slowly and was very patient.

The middle-aged man seemed to be sleeping soundly, but he couldn't fall asleep anymore.

Because of the behavior of this new direct disciple...

It is not a realm that a mortal can reach!