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"Locust plague? Why is there a locust plague at this time of year?"

Xia Chen was surprised. He knew that it rained frequently in the wasteland this year, and there was even a rare rainy season.

Locusts require a dry environment for their reproduction, growth, development and survival.

Because locusts lay their eggs in the soil, solid soil is best for them to lay their eggs.

Judging from the weather this year, it is difficult for a locust plague to break out.

"Who says it's not the case? A Taoist friend of mine planted twenty acres of dry land in the Youzihao shanty town. As a result, all the rice in the field was wiped out by locusts. He was so worried that he almost hanged himself!"

Zhang Wang sighed, his eyebrows full of worry.

You must know that these two shantytowns are connected. If a locust plague breaks out in the shantytown of the You font, then the shantytown of the Xu font may not be able to escape.

Any spiritual farmer will basically talk about locusts changing their color.

Other pests can at best reduce rice yields and fail.

But the locust plague can really make all the hard work of spiritual farmers in vain.

What's even more frightening is that Ling Nong still owes the Immortal Sect a large amount of rent, which can simply crush a person!

"The rainy season is not over yet, so it's not easy to harvest rice!"

Xia Chen frowned. If they were harvested early without being allowed to dry in the sun, the rice would sprout, and over time, green seedlings would even grow.

The spiritual fields in the wilderness have limited fertility and can support less than two crops a year.

"What should we do? If we harvest in advance, we will definitely suffer losses, but if the locust swarm next door sweeps over, we may really lose everything!"

Zhang Wang was also very confused and fell into a dilemma.

Xia Chen's heart moved, and he quickly asked: "Why don't you ask the foundation-building elder of Sinong Palace to take action?"

As one of the important institutions of the Immortal Sect, Sinong Hall has many experts, and there are many elders in the foundation building period who are in charge.

Zhang Wang shook his head: "The Immortal Sect is going to Shiwanda Mountain to open up wasteland. The masters of Sinong Palace are going to Shiwanda Mountain to cultivate spiritual fields. What's more, Cuiwei Mountain is only one of the six mountains. How can those elders manage such small things?"

There are tens of thousands of outer disciples of Tianyan Immortal Sect.

Nearly 60% of the disciples chose to become spiritual farmers.

After all, the threshold for becoming a spiritual farmer is the lowest, and no excellent talent or advanced realm is required.

There are twelve shantytowns in the Cuiwei Mountains, and the total number of spiritual farmers is only 1,300.

Others include Wangyun Mountain, Menghua Mountain, Jigong Mountain, Longling Mountain and Xiaocang Mountain.

Every mountain has a second-level spiritual vein that nourishes countless acres of spiritual fields.

Now there is a locust plague in just one of the nearly 100 shantytowns in Liushan. How could the Sinong Palace send a foundation-building elder to solve it?

"Or you can find a monk who is good at the Fiery Sun Technique and the Fire Ball Technique to simulate the sun and dry the rice, but there are too few monks who are proficient in this method!" Zhang Wang sighed.

The Red Sun Technique and the Great Fire Ball Technique are both used to enhance sunlight.

But in the wilderness area, the climate is suitable and there is no lack of sunshine.

Only a few Lingzhifu in Cuiwei Mountain can practice such special spells.

Because elixirs like Yuyang grass, Fireweed Zhizhi, and Sunflower need sufficient sunlight.

At this time, spells like Lieyang Jue are needed.

However, the price of hiring such a spiritual farmer is quite astonishing, and ordinary spiritual farmers cannot afford it.

Xia Chen's heart moved and he said: "I do know a monk. He has a special magical weapon that can have the same effect as the Burning Sun Art. As for the price, it should be much less than the Ling Zhifu on the mountain."

Zhang Wang was overjoyed and said quickly: "Brother Xia, do you know such a person? Come quickly and invite him!"

"This good friend of mine lives in the Chenziha shanty town of Xiaocang Mountain. There should be no locust plague there. Without further ado, I will invite him here as soon as possible!" Xia Chen said.

"Then please give me a hard time, Brother Xia!"

Zhang Wang bowed.

Xia Chen waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter!"

Afterwards, Zhang Wang left.

The friend Xia Chen calls is naturally himself.

The wirelessly controlled sun emits light that is more powerful than any Fierce Sun Technique.

Especially in order to deal with sudden evil spirits, he upgraded it from F level to E level.

It is more than enough for drying rice.

This locust plague is also an opportunity. If it works well, you can earn a lot of spiritual stones.

Still looking good, Xia Chen walked out of the bamboo house wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat.

From a distance, Zhang Wang next door was still telling him to be careful on the road.

At noon the next day, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties entered the Xuzihao shanty town. He was of medium build, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a face as sharp as a knife, and a very heroic spirit.

He came directly to Zhang Wang's residence and said, "Are you Zhang Wang? I was invited by Xia Chen to help you dry rice. My name is Li Gui!"

"It turns out to be Brother Li Dao!"

Zhang Wang's face lit up, and he quickly opened the door and invited him in.

"Brother Li Dao, where is little brother Xia? Why didn't I come with you?" Zhang Wang asked curiously.

"Xia Chen is helping guard the rice fields at my house, otherwise how could I come here with peace of mind?"

Xia Chen took a sip of spiritual tea.

With the facial eraser and facial features pen, he can change his appearance at will without worrying about being seen through.

This "Li Gui" is naturally his disguise.

"Brother Xia Gaoyi!"

Zhang Wang was immediately in awe after hearing this. He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Li, Brother Xia's spiritual field will be harvested before the locust disaster comes. I, Lao Zhang, will definitely finish harvesting it!"

"Well, that's best!"

Xia Chen took a sip of spiritual tea and said, "Who is willing to pay spiritual stones to dry the grain?"

"People are in a panic these days. There are many people willing to pay spiritual stones, but most of them are waiting and watching. After all, no one has seen your ability." Zhang Wang said truthfully.

"Well! That makes sense!" Xia Chen nodded, "In that case, let's start with your family!"

Zhang Wang hesitated for a moment, and still said, "I wonder how much you charge?"

Xia Chen pondered for a moment and said, "How about 15 spiritual crystals for one mu of spiritual grain? If you don't have enough spiritual stones, you can use spiritual grain instead."

Zhang Wang calculated that he had about 30 mu of spiritual fields, which would cost four and a half low-grade spiritual stones.

This price is naturally cost-effective.

If you invite the spiritual plant husband on the mountain to come, the appearance fee alone may be five or six low-grade spiritual stones.

At that moment, Zhang Wang gathered a group of friends, wearing straw raincoats and holding sickles, and entered the spiritual fields to harvest rice.

Many spiritual farmers came to help. After all, the locust plague was like a sword hanging over everyone's head. Everyone was eager to know whether the cultivator in the Chenzi shantytown was reliable.

In just half a day, five acres of dry fields and twenty acres of paddy fields were harvested.

As for threshing, there is a special threshing technique.

Compared with the Spring Breeze and Rain Technique and the Gengjin Jue, the threshing technique is simple and easy to operate, and it is considered an entry-level spell for spiritual farmers.

In the shantytown, every household has an empty yard to dry the spiritual grain.

Zhang Wang spread the wet spiritual grain flat and waited for Li Gui to cast the spell.