At the foot of a small green mountain, there is a rice field, the rice is like green jade, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

Different from ordinary rice cultivation, there is one rice and one pit here, there is no weeds, and the plants are sparse.

At this time, the time is exactly the beginning of the afternoon, and the weather is hot.

A half-grown boy in a green shirt, carrying a bucket of water with both hands, came to the rice and carefully poured the spiritual water in the bucket into the exclusive spiritual water pit next to the rice.

Because of the hot weather, the green shirt has been half wet, and his forehead is full of dense beads of sweat, rolling down his cheeks and gathering beads.

As he bent down to pour water, drops of sweat on his forehead and the bridge of his nose dripped down the tip of his nose into puddles.

A rice pit, a bucket of spiritual water every day This is the standard, you can have more, you can't do less, and if you don't have spiritual rice, there will be various problems of lack of spiritual energy.

And this place is not far from the spiritual well, but it is not close, on average, it takes about six minutes to go back and forth.

In an hour, only ten plants can be made, which is still established without stopping.

And the spiritual rice he is responsible for is one acre of land, just one hundred plants.

It takes nine to ten hours to complete without stopping.

Combined with rest, eating, weather and other problems, it is almost twelve hours of work a day.

Half the time to complete the task.

Zhang Deming poured a bucket of water again, and it was really hot and unbearable.

He put down the bucket, went to the shade of the tree, and sat down.

Ten years have passed since he came to this day, and eighteen years have passed since he came to this world.

When I came to this world, a few years ago, I lived a fairly good life.

When he was eight years old, he was tested for a spiritual root, but his qualifications were a little poor, and his spiritual root was only blackjack.

The spiritual root talent is capped at 100 points, and 25 points is the minimum standard for Tianlingmen.

From twenty to twenty-five o'clock, you can only start with miscellaneous labor, and the range of miscellaneous labor collection is only in the area around the Tianlingmen Mountain Gate.

And Shuanghe Town, where Zhang Deming is located, is not in this range.

Originally, he had no hope of getting started, and he had no hope of becoming a handyman.

But what is more bloody is that the object of engagement since childhood, the little girl who has been raised by him as a daughter-in-law since childhood, Pan Juan'er, has fifty-nine points in spiritual root.

Such a talent can be regarded as a genius in Tianlingmen.

Therefore, under Pan Juan'er's crying, he was made an exception and accepted as a miscellaneous disciple.

Speaking of this, Zhang Deming was still a little embarrassed.

In his previous life, as a yard farmer, he was slow to respond to both men and women.

Until the age of twenty-eight, he was not married, and he was in love only once.

In this life, after learning from the pain, he originally knew that after he had set a baby kiss, he began to consciously raise his little daughter-in-law, trying to make a cultivation plan.

originally thought that in this life, he wanted to be a childhood sweetheart, a couple for a lifetime, and he wanted to be happy.

After thinking about it, he was raised until he was eight years old, or at the age of life imprisonment, and his daughter-in-law flew away......

After that, he and Pan Juaner did not have any bloody plots, and they seemed to disappear into each other's lives for ten years.

The elder who accepted Pan Juan'er as an apprentice at the beginning clearly told Zhang Deming that the marriage contract had been canceled.

Zhang Deming, who has adult thoughts, also understands the relationship, although it's a pity that the Lori he raised hasn't grown up yet, but that's all.

After experiencing the rampant materialism in his previous life, he said that such a reality was just a drizzle.

For ten years, he didn't have the slightest involvement with that Lori.

Because of his original scruples, Pan Juan'er's master sent him to the corner of the mountain gate and Xiaoqingshan to plant spiritual rice.

In the first years of his life, he was severely disciplined for a while.

But because of the thoughts of adults, it is not difficult to get through.

After the steward's speculation was fruitless, he was forgotten, although he was still more strict with him, but it was also within the normal range, and nothing appeared after that.

Time is like water, and it is ten years in a flash.

Ten years later, he has become a preliminary adult, but, as a time-traveler, he has been waiting for the golden finger for a full eighteen years, but there is no movement.

"Damn, doesn't it mean that every traverser has a golden finger?

Am I a parallel trader?

Or is it that when I worked overtime to type the code and died suddenly, I just accidentally rubbed into the convertible that crossed this congestion? ”

Zhang Deming looked at the rice field in front of him, and felt discouraged for a while.

What my life is up to me.

I was born to be extraordinary or something.

These bloody ideas, ten years, have been smoothed out by this acre of land and 100 rice plants.

Life is a pig-killing knife, it can't be cut across the board, it can only be slowly erased from the edges and corners.

After resting for a while, I looked at the last ten spiritual rice plants.

Zhang Deming gritted his teeth and cheered up: "Work hard, you can rest in the afternoon." ”

Because of the hot weather, as a senior rice farmer, Zhang Deming got up early in the morning to work.

Therefore, in the hot afternoon, in fact, there are generally only fifteen or sixteen plants left, and it takes less than two hours to work, which is an empirical method of ten years of rice planting.

In the past ten years, from the beginning of the daily training, the harvest every season is not qualified.

Up to now, in the two seasons of each year, he can also save a half of the spirit stone reward balance.

After cheering himself up, Zhang Deming started working again.

After pouring seven or eight more plants, it was almost over.

At this time, a young man walked in the miscellaneous courtyard on the side.

He has the same gray and blue clothes as Zhang Deming and the same age, but the other party has his hands behind his back, raising his head slightly, and he looks proud.

"Yo, Brother Ming is still watering, tsk, work harder, there are two more to finish, and you can rest for half a day."

The young man said to Zhang Deming jokingly with pride.

The young man's name is Zongen, and he is a handyman like him, and the two have been together for some years.

The rice fields are not only next to each other, but even the miscellaneous houses are next to each other.

However, the other party's spiritual root is twenty-eight points, and his talent is much better than Zhang Deming.

There are seven more talents, which has created the gap between the two today.

Zhang Deming knew the other party's character, didn't answer, and buried himself in pouring the last two buckets of water, because, if he answered, the other party would be stunned for an afternoon.

In the past six months, Zhang Deming has personally summarized the rules.

After pouring the last two buckets of water, he looked up and saw that next to him, Zong En had already prepared.

In his rice field, one end and the other, there are two buckets full of water.

After the preparation, he pinched the formula with both hands, and there were words in his mouth, perhaps because he had discovered Zhang Deming's wait-and-see.

He was a little more energetic, and even the magic in his mouth was read out loud, instead of muttering.

"This stinky boy, he's getting more and more nervous, isn't it just a little cloud and rain technique!

Who is rare!

Someday, the master will also practice! ”

Zhang Deming smelled of vinegar and muttered with some complaints.

Xiaoyun Yu Technique, a type of planting technique.

The most basic and lowest-level spells, as long as you practice qi sense, become a junior apprentice, and have a certain amount of spiritual power, you can use it.

If you can learn it!

And the difference between Zhang Deming and Zong En's work is because of it, because of such a small spell.

I don't know how to do magic, a hundred buckets of spiritual water a day, twelve hours of labor, and I can barely pass until I am tired and half dead, and meet the basic needs of spiritual rice.

But if you learn this little cloud and rain technique, two buckets of water in the morning and evening, and perform the cloud and rain technique, you will complete the spiritual energy supply of the spiritual rice, and the effect is better than watering.

Because what Lingdao lacks is not water but aura, Xiaoyunyushu has more aura than the water of Lingjing, and the reason why Lingdao has a special puddle next to it is to benefit water.

If you are diligent, like Zong En, three times a day, the growth of spiritual rice is even more gratifying.

Therefore, there is a sharp gap between the spiritual rice of the two rice fields.

After all, this guy learned this spell half a year ago, and it was the time when this season of rice was planted, and the advantages accumulated in half a year are now visible to the naked eye.

As Jongen's hands flew up, mana surged.

Because of the surge of spiritual power, his face was full of pleasure and pride.

His not so strong spiritual power flew out, and in the rice field, two buckets of spiritual water floated up directly, forming a small cloud five or six meters above the rice field.

Then the slightest drizzle fell on the rice fields.

Lingdao shook slightly, as if cheering.

After a moment when the clouds released all the water vapor, Zong En clapped his hands with a smile and said, "Done." ”

Turning his head, he found that Zhang Deming couldn't stop looking envious, he wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and said, "Alas, it's really hard!" ”

Zhang Deming's black line, you've been struggling for half a year, it's not over yet, right!!

His lips moved slightly, and finally Zhang Deming took a deep breath, not knowing the same thing as this little kid.

Moreover, I heard that this guy is about to break through the junior apprentice to the intermediate level.

At this time, it's still a point of influence, don't ruin the relationship for several years, let him be sneering, he should be snorting.

"Let's go, let's go back to cultivation together, I heard that you are about to break through, if you can be promoted to the outer gate by then, don't forget us old guys."

Zhang Deming took the heavy bucket and spoke.

This bucket of spiritual water is half a utensil, and it is so heavy that most of the energy spent on watering it.

"Haha, definitely, I must not forget my roots, and I must not forget the care of everyone over the years."

When Zhang Deming heard this, he didn't say much.

In the past ten years, he has also been regarded as an old man, and he has sent more than a handful of people to the outer door?

But no more than three people came back to see it once.

There is no one who really came to take care of them.

Moreover, the disciples of the outer sect are also in their miscellaneous courtyard, how amazing they are, in fact, they are the lowest-level disciples of the Tianling Sect.

Although I know it in my heart.

But interpersonal relationships still have to be maintained, after all, one more familiar outer brother will give more weight.

It may not be useful to say it, but in their miscellaneous office, it is still a scale.

This is also the reason why Zhang Deming can now live a small life in a quiet and stable life in the miscellaneous service house without being squeezed.

Where there are people, there is fighting.

As a small Qingshan rice field miscellaneous house, one of the few old people with more than ten years of working experience, although he is not mixed to the point of squeezing others.

But these various background relationships make those who oppress him dare not beat his idea.

In fact, with his current status and connections, it is completely possible to enter the ranks of oppression.

But I fully know that sooner or later I have to pay it back.

With the soul of an adult, without a golden finger, he would rather live honestly.

There's no need to touch that little cheap shortcut, after all, who knows if you're squeezing a little genius in waste streaming?

There is no need for genius, just need to sneak into the outer door, and after a while, naturally have the ability to go back and clean up these miscellaneous servants.

In the past ten years, Zhang Deming has seen such an event more than once before.

If he had more time and could continue to cultivate, Zhang Deming might take risks for the sake of cultivation.

However, the aura of the miscellaneous courtyard is thin, and the cultivation disc in the room, running for a day, and the little aura gathered is enough to be carried in an hour.

After that, if you want to practice in the air of the Miscellaneous Courtyard?

The effect of ten days is not equal to the sum of these hours, which shows the importance of cultivation resources.

And the cultivation plate, the iron law of the sect, prohibits any form of encroachment for any reason.

This is one of the few and most enforceable iron laws, and almost no one dares to touch the red line.

Therefore, those who can persist in cultivating in the air of the Miscellaneous Courtyard are all strong men.

Zhang Deming doesn't belong to that team anyway, he only practices for three hours a day, two hours of cultivation is standard, and one hour is comforting.

This extra hour is Zhang Deming's self-comfort, the comfort that he does not belong to the ranks of salted fish.

Ten years later, it is equivalent to a few more cultivation plates, but it is better than not at all, and the improvement of cultivation is almost invisible.

The two of them returned to the courtyard, and the weather was still very strong at this time, and most of them had just finished their lunch break and started to cultivate.

Because of the weather, many people choose to get up early to work like Zhang Deming, so after lunch, they are more tired and need a certain rest.

Zhang Deming originally belonged to this queue, but because today was his eighteenth birthday, it was rare for him to feel a little uneasy.

That's why I didn't have a long lunch break, but chose to finish the afternoon task in advance.

The two chatted all the way, and after many years of life, Zhang Deming skillfully found the topic.

This is also the reason why Zhang Deming can have a certain network, he doesn't want to be a stuffy gourd like in his previous life.

The two returned to the courtyard and each went into their own room, and Jong En needed to start recovering his spiritual power and prepare for the spell that night.

Different from the cultivation of the dantian full of spiritual power, after the spell consumes the dantian spiritual power.

Under the thin spiritual power of the Miscellaneous Servant Academy, it is also possible to cultivate and slowly recover spiritual power.

As for the reason, Zhang Deming is not clear, and roughly guesses that it may have something to do with the difference in aura pressure, who knows.

In the process of recovering the loss of spiritual power, the cultivation will also be slightly improved.

Three times a day, it can almost be equivalent to a day's normal cultivation disk cultivation improvement.

Therefore, compared to those who don't know spells, it is equivalent to double the cultivation time, which is also the reason why Zong En works so hard and insists on casting spells three times a day.

If it weren't for the deacon's clear statement, the junior apprentice dantian was very fragile and easy to cause injury, and more than three times a day the cloud and rain technique would cause a certain amount of loss to the foundation.