Longevity: Start by refreshing your entries through farming

"Hey, men have nothing to do but have nothing to do, but women have to suffer because they don't have money..."

It's just getting light.

Nanhuang Xiuxianjie, a shanty town outside Qingyangfang City.

A wooden door opened, and an ordinary-looking young man walked out.

Qin Ming yawned, rubbed his red eyes listlessly, and got ready to go out to work with his spiritual hoe.

Before leaving, he looked back at the neighbor's yard next door and became very angry.

"What do you call someone who works in the middle of the night? Do you have any sense of public morality?"

His neighbor was a young female cultivator who was quite pretty, but she would take the male cultivator home to spend the night every now and then, doing that casual thing.

Last night, he howled all night long.

‘Once you have the spirit stone, even if you can’t afford to change your house, you must first set up a soundproof array! ’

Qin Ming gritted his teeth and secretly swore in his heart!

The soundproofing of the houses around here is really poor.

At night, Qin Ming was meditating and practicing. There was too much movement next door, which made him distracted, his energy and blood surged, and his Taoist heart almost wavered.

It’s too dangerous!

Qin Ming had no choice but to stay up all night, angrily copying the Purity Sutra a thousand times to the rhythm of the rocking bed next door, and finally calmed down...

Qin Ming's mentality exploded when he thought that there was still endless work to be done in Lingtian today.

"It has been almost five years since I traveled to this world of immortality. When will these days end?"

"In this environment, why do you still want to practice Gou Baxian?"

"I can't even get a good night's sleep!"

"Hey, it's so uncomfortable without a golden finger..."

Before coming to this world, it was in Qin Ming's understanding.

To cultivate immortality, one should travel to the North Sea in the morning and see the sky at dusk, fly to the sky and escape from the earth, with sword energy stretching across ninety thousand miles.

But in fact.

Although cultivating immortals sounds quite high-end, how can low-level monks have a good life?

Struggling to survive every day is stressful.

‘If the original owner of my body hadn’t been forcibly recruited from the Immortal Cultivation Clan by the Lingyu Sect and ordered to carry out land reclamation tasks here, I would have to serve a period of sixty years of corvee. ’

‘It’s better to find a mortal to take care of your old age. At least you can live a good few decades. ’

After so many years, Qin Ming has already seen the reality clearly, and finally understands that he is mediocre after all.

after all.

With his four-series pseudo-spiritual root qualifications, without special opportunities, even if he practices until death, he will not be able to reach the foundation-building stage.

More than ten years have been wasted...

His cultivation is still stuck on the second level of the Qi training period and he is in jail. Basically, his path to immortality is hopeless.

It is understandable that the family chose to give up on him and exchange resources with the sect.

Fortunately, the family had arranged some relationships for him in advance, so at least he didn't have to go to the front line to fight against the monsters.

Qin Ming rented three acres of spiritual land in the cleared area of ​​the rear area and became a spiritual farmer.

And today is the day to harvest spiritual rice.

But.

Qin Ming's face showed no joy at all.

Instead, I felt a little uneasy inside.

A good harvest day also means that the higher authorities will send people to collect spiritual rice taxes.

…

"Hey, Xiao Qin got up so early? It seems that this season's spiritual rice is growing well!"

Qin Ming was thinking about it halfway to Lingtian when he saw an immortal cultivator who looked like an old farmer coming from the alley next to him and greeted him with a smile.

The opponent's cultivation aura is much higher than his, and he is at the fourth level of Qi training stage.

"Good morning, Lao Jiu."

Qin Ming couldn't help but smile when he met this person.

He then sighed.

"Hey, don't mention it. You also know that I am only at the second level of Qi training, and I have only practiced the Lingyu Jue to the elementary level. I can't use it a few times a month."

This man's name is Cai Jiuwu, and the immortal cultivators nearby call him Cai Laojiu. He is the old man in this shanty town.

Qin Ming didn't know his specific origins, but he only knew that he had been cultivating this place for more than ten years.

Cai Laojiu has dark skin, a face full of wrinkles, an unshaven beard, a pipe in his mouth, his trouser legs rolled up, and a slovenly appearance. He has a spiritual hoe and a spiritual sickle on his shoulder.

He feels more like a beggar than a cultivator.

But based on Qin Ming's contacts, he knew that the other party's actual age was in his early forties...

"By the way, Lao Jiu, with your fourth-level cultivation in the Qi-training period, plus the intermediate-level Spiritual Rain Technique, your harvest this year should be pretty good, right?"

Qin Ming's words revealed a hint of envy.

The Spiritual Rain Technique is a spiritual planting technique passed down to spiritual farmers like them by the sect. The spiritual energy in spiritual crystals, spiritual stones or spiritual veins can be dispersed into the air to forcibly bring down spiritual rain.

The various spiritual grains, spiritual rice, spiritual fruits, and spiritual grasses nourished by the spiritual rain can not only avoid being bitten by insects and rats, but also greatly enhance the yield of spiritual plants.

Qin Ming also didn't expect that this was just farming, but it could also be linked to cultivation and closely related to it.

When he performed the Spiritual Rain Technique, which he had practiced for more than half a year, the rainfall range was only two feet away, and his spiritual power could only last for less than half a stick of incense.

I even want to die...

Others pee more than this.

"Hehe, it's okay, I'll just make do with it. After collecting the spiritual rice and paying the taxes today, do you want to go to Juxuan Pavilion in Fang City to have a drink and relax?" Cai Laojiu pursed his lips and answered. Very vague, looking like a ghost.

"Come on, I won't go to that gold-selling cave." Qin Ming shook his head.

It's not that he doesn't want to go, it's mainly because he's short of money...

Cai Laojiu clicked his tongue.

"I say you are really boring, there are still many days ahead, it doesn't matter if you enjoy yourself occasionally..."

"As the saying goes, drink and enjoy yourself today, for someone like you, why would you care about the longevity and immortality? It is better to wake up early and enjoy life."

"Okay, then you treat us?"

"Go away, get out of here! Get out of here!"

...

Not long after.

A huge mountain range surrounded by misty clouds came into view, with vast mountains, waterfalls cascading down, caves leading to dragon pools, and vast smoke and waves, presenting a picture of ink painting.

On the reclaimed hillside, hundreds of acres of spiritual fields are stepped and divided in an orderly manner.

There is spiritual energy provided by the first-level spiritual veins here, which is more than enough to plant some low-level spiritual grains and spiritual plants.

The golden spiritual ears in the spiritual fields exude brilliant brilliance, swaying in the wind, and the unique fragrance of spiritual rice overflows and blows in the face.

Attracting the birds in the nearby sky to come for food.

"Ding!"

Before the flock of birds landed, a bang was heard.

The simple straw puppet set up in the spiritual field shook the spiritual gong in its hand, emitting bursts of harsh sound waves in all directions, scaring the flock of birds away.

Qin Ming and his companions followed the mountain path to their respective spiritual fields and began to get busy.

In the spiritual field.

Qin Ming looked eagerly at one of his plots of land, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, a little discouraged.

In this spiritual field, there was about half an acre of spiritual rice, still green, and the style was completely different from the mature golden spiritual rice around.

If others didn't know, they would think he was planting garlic seedlings here...

He himself knew the reason for this scene very well.

That was because the Spirit Rain Art was not proficient enough, the level was too low, the number of times it was performed was too few, and the rainfall distribution was uneven.

"It seems that the spiritual rice production this season will be reduced, and I don't know if I can cope with the tax this time." Qin Ming was a little worried.

Shaking his head, Qin Ming began to harvest the spiritual ears.

The spiritual sickle passed under the rice, and handfuls of spiritual rice fell down and were tied into bundles by him skillfully.

The spiritual rice here can be harvested three times a year. As long as the roots are left, it will grow again in a few months and can be harvested again.

It's almost the same as cutting leeks.

The setting sun is setting in the west.

After harvesting the spiritual rice, beating the spiritual rice, and packing it in bags.

The mana in Qin Ming's body was completely drained, and he was as tired as a dog.

He had just wiped the sweat off his face when he heard the sound of a magic weapon breaking through the air in the distance.

Qin Ming hurriedly looked up and saw a green leaf magic boat passing a green light in the air and slowly descending.

A person came down from it.

The other party was a fat middle-aged male cultivator, wearing the blue and white clothes of the outer sect of Lingyu Sect, with a big belly, majestic, and walked to him.

The fat man was named Du Haifu, the supervisor of this spiritual field.

The one who is in charge of the spiritual fields and spiritual farmers of the entire mountain is a real local emperor for Qin Ming and his friends.

"Haha, Xiao Qin is very quick! He collected all the spiritual rice so quickly."

Du Haifu opened the spiritual rice bag in front of Qin Ming, stretched out his hand to pinch a few grains of spiritual rice, and first put them under his nose to smell them.

He casually threw the spiritual rice into his mouth and chewed it slowly, then showed a smiling and satisfied expression.

"Well, the quality is quite good, it seems that a lot of effort has been put in."

Du Haifu patted the storage bag on his waist, took out the large weighing device, and began to weigh.

"The harvest of spiritual rice is two stones and eighty catties, and the tax to be paid is 70%, which is 196 catties..."

"Huh? That's not right?"

"Why is the spiritual rice harvested 50 catties less than last season?" The smile on Du Haifu's face disappeared instantly.

After taking out a booklet and checking it, his expression turned cold and his eyes moved to Qin Ming.

Qin Ming was shocked when he heard this.

He took out a small brocade bag from his bosom and hurriedly handed it to the other party.

Then he put on a smile and apologized: "Senior Du, I'm really sorry. There was a small problem in the spiritual field. I will use these spiritual stones to make up for the half bag of spiritual rice that is missing. Please bear with me."

Although Qin Ming felt painful, he had to do it because most of his wealth was in it.

In fact, Lingyumen only collected 50% of the spiritual rice tax, but there were deacons under them, and under the deacons there were supervisors who looked after the spiritual farmers...

In this way, after layers of exploitation, what he could get in the end was pitiful.

That small bag of spiritual stones probably went into Du Haifu's private pocket.

Du Haifu took the brocade bag and weighed it with his hand. He already knew what was going on, and his attitude softened a lot.

However, he still warned Qin Ming: "This is just the first time, and it will never happen again!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved it forward, and the bags of spiritual rice in front of him were put into his storage bag.

Qin Ming stared at the storage bag on Du Haifu's waist and the Qingye Flying Boat magic weapon before, and was really envious.

He couldn't afford something like this...

"Do you know how much spiritual rice Cai Laojiu paid this season?" Du Haifu suddenly asked him meaningfully.

Then he raised two fingers and shook them in front of him.

"It's more than twice as much as you!"

"You can't go on like this, kid."

"Since you still know something, I can remind you of something."

"I just received news that when the next tax is collected, the deacons and elders in the sect will count the spiritual rice tax payments this year, and the ten spiritual farmers at the bottom of the ranking will be sent to the front-line camp to supplement the manpower."

"You can take care of yourself."

Du Haifu finished speaking, and without even looking at Qin Ming's reaction, he sailed away.

Qin Ming was left standing there in a daze.

"What? Sent to the war camp?"

...

Night fell.

Qin Ming returned to his room carrying the remaining spiritual rice.

Bang!

After closing the door, Qin Ming threw himself heavily on the bed with a "thump", lying on his back like a dead dog.

His heart was in turmoil.

He stared at the roof in a daze, recalling what Du Haifu had just said.

He knew very well that with his current spiritual rice production, he was 100% one of the bottom few.

The war camp of Lingyu Sect was a place with a very high death and injury rate, and everyone was terrified when talking about it.

The so-called land reclamation was naturally the sect sending cultivators to reclaim the uninhabited wilderness in the cultivation world.

These places were often originally occupied by monsters, or blocked by natural barriers, and were full of dangers and dangers.

Not to mention, there were some indescribable strange threats, which made it difficult to practice peacefully on a daily basis.

To put it bluntly.

The sect needs a large number of low-level cultivators to serve as cannon fodder for exploration.

Being a spiritual farmer is indeed a bit tiring, but it is more stable.

There are many people in this world who struggle for survival.

The job that others despise has now become their life-saving straw in the sea of ​​suffering.

‘What should I do? I don’t want to be a cannon fodder in the war camp! ’

‘I really don’t want to! ’

Qin Ming thought, maybe he was too tired today.

He fell into a deep sleep...

Suddenly!

A gorgeous and beautiful light passed through the depths of his soul.

Qin Ming had a very long dream.

In the dream, all kinds of strange plants seemed to have encountered something, growing wildly at an incredible speed, covering the sky and the sun...

“Boom!”

Then it seemed as if something exploded in his mind.

…

The next day.

Qin Ming got up and supported his swollen head, feeling dizzy.

He got out of bed, fetched a basin of water, and walked to the flower bed in the yard to wash up.

There were dozens of spiritual rice plants planted in the flower bed, which he used to study crop habits and occasionally practice the Spirit Rain Technique.

But when Qin Ming looked up at the flower bed, he was stunned!

Above three of the spiritual rice plants in the flower bed, a series of prompts popped up:

[Name]: Golden Spirit Rice[Term]: Ripening (100% maturity, harvestable)

[Name]: Golden Spirit Rice[Term]: Intermediate Spirit Rain Technique five times (100% maturity, harvestable)

[Name]: Golden Spirit Rice[Term]: Weak Mana (100% maturity, harvestable)

Qin Ming rubbed his eyes in disbelief and murmured:

"Get up so fast."

"Did I have a problem with my sleeping posture last night?"