Niuniu slept very soundly, the large font was unfolded, and she could sleep any way because of the small people.

Li Xing'er was afraid of waking her up, so she kept shrinking to the side, trying not to let herself touch her, and she didn't sleep as easily as Bai Shu, who didn't sleep, one night.

Fortunately, she had already started her practice, and not sleeping all night did not have much effect on her, and she woke up the next day and was still in good spirits.

The autumn harvest is a big event, and every year before the harvest, a grand harvesting ceremony is held in Baijia Village.

Every family should take the sharpened knives under the big tree at the entrance of the village, and let the village chief cast a blessing to open the light, which means that everything is going well in the autumn harvest.

After the opening ceremony, it is time to taste the rice, and each family cuts a bunch of the best spiritual rice in their own fields, gathers and cooks the spiritual rice, and kneades it into rice balls to worship their ancestors.

Baijia Village is relatively special, there is no main surname, so the ancestral hall is dedicated to people who have made great contributions to the village.

For example, the ancestors of the Hua family have meritorious service in guarding the village with arrays, and the ancestors of the Niu family have made spirit beasts repel the tide of demon beasts.

Such people have a place in the ancestral hall.

During the ceremony, Bai Shu deliberately swept into the ancestral hall, but he didn't see any ancestors of the Bai family.

When I went home and asked Old Man Bai, I realized that the Baijia Village, which the Bai family had only arrived in two hundred years ago, had not had a chance to make any achievements.

After the ceremony, Bai Tang took the last trip back to the village and returned with the moonlight.

Bai Qingshan assigned the three sickles at home, one for himself, one for Bai Tang, and one for Li Junyu, and the three of them will be mainly responsible for harvesting rice tomorrow.

And Liu led the girl in the family to be responsible for threshing the spiritual rice and sending it to the Hua family, leaving only 30% of the rent that needed to be paid.

Bai Shu was also assigned to work, and since she had the lowest cultivation, she was responsible for cooking for everyone at home.

Even the youngest Niu Niu has a task, and she has to help pick up the spiritual rice that has fallen on the ground.

Everything is arranged, everyone goes back to the room to rest early, recharge their energy, and prepare for tomorrow's autumn harvest war.

Early in the morning, Bai Shu, who had never gotten up early, ended his cultivation early, and before the Bai family woke up, he quickly cast a spell to prepare the big guy's food.

There are soups and vegetables, and the staple food is rice balls mixed with low-grade spiritual rice, which can be carried with you and can be used to replenish spiritual power while filling your stomach.

Lingdao is different from ordinary rice, the harvesting time is only two days, once it is late, the rhizome will absorb the spiritual power in the Lingmi to nourish the roots, which will make the quality of the Lingmi have the risk of declining.

With Bai Qingshan and Li Junyu's cultivation, even if they only have twenty acres of land, their little spiritual power is a little reluctant.

If it is a large spiritual field of a large family, if it cannot be achieved by manpower, it will also use spiritual weapons to help harvest it.

It's just that Baijia Village is a poor and remote place, not to mention the spiritual weapons that specialize in harvesting spiritual rice, and there are not many spiritual weapons used as weapons.

If it was usual, if Li Junyu's family didn't come, Bai Qingshan would have to find two short-term workers to help him get the family's Lingtian.

Bai Shu took the prepared food and placed it in the hall, lowered his eyes and thought about it, took off the bone fan on his head, and knocked on the room of Bai Tang.

The three people in the house had already gotten up, and when they heard the movement, Li Junyu opened the door, and saw Bai Shu standing at the door, asking suspiciously, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Bai Shu shook his head, walked straight into the house, and handed the bone fan to Bai Qingshan.

"What's that?" Bai Tang asked suspiciously as he walked over with a basin.

The bone fan in his hand felt slightly cool to the touch, Bai Qingshan couldn't feel anything special for the time being, but subconsciously raised his hand and pushed his son away.

"Go, go, join in the fun! Hurry up and wash up and have breakfast and go to the ground! ”

Bai Tang didn't check, he was pushed and staggered, but he didn't give up, he secretly glanced at the things in his father's hand, and didn't see anything special, so he took the basin out to wash.

Seeing this, Li Junyu sensibly left the space to the father and daughter.

Seeing that they were all gone, Bai Qingshan immediately replaced the door, looked at the bone fan in his hand, and asked suspiciously, "Niu, what are you doing with this thing for your father?" ”

"It's used for cutting rice, but Dad, you must use it secretly, and the action is smaller, otherwise it will ......" She was afraid of causing a sensation.

Bai Shu didn't say the words clearly, but Bai Qingshan could understand it, and hurriedly nodded in response.

He had already written down the lesson he had learned from the last array, and he would never do it again.

Knowing that Bai Shu would not let himself return if he handed over the things to him, Bai Qingshan directly put away the bone fan without any nonsense.

It's just that there is one thing that he has never found a chance to say.

"Girl, that ......"

Bai Shu thought that he was going to get to the bottom of it, so he directly raised his hand to signal him not to ask anything, hooked his lips and smiled, "Eat breakfast, Dad." ”

After saying that, he opened the door and left.

Everyone got up, washed up and had breakfast, and went to work in the field against the dusty sky.

Li Shuhan's land was sold early, so this was the first time for the Li brothers and sisters to participate in farming activities.

Although the sky is not yet bright, but there are already people busy in the field, everyone is holding a sickle that is a little better than ordinary utensils in their hands and struggling to harvest the spiritual rice, and the neat spiritual rice stubble falls, and soon you can see a depression.

Every time he cuts it, his spiritual power will be less, and after a while, Li Junyu, who was farming for the first time, was covered with sweat, and was ridiculed by Bai Tang, who had rough skin and thick flesh, and looked embarrassed.

Bai Qingshan slapped his son angrily, signaling him to work honestly, and seeing that he was well-behaved, he straightened up, looked at the large area of Lingtian in front of him, and frowned.

He didn't want to use his daughter's bone fan for him, but looking at the struggling appearance of the young man next to him, he was a little unconfident for a while.

In two days, he and his son alone will definitely not work, Junyu is a guest, and it is not good to use people as short-term jobs.

After thinking about it, Bai Qingshan still took out the bone fan, deliberately carried the two teenagers on his back, and came to one place alone, trying to open the bone fan......

Wait a minute! What the hell is this for?

He seems to have forgotten to ask.

Bai Qingshan swallowed his saliva, looked at the fan in his hand that didn't show anything special, tentatively raised it and fanned it gently.

"Hula" A fierce wind was thrown out, the majestic aura poured out, and the tenacious spiritual rice fell down all at once, instantly creating a "vacuum" zone with a radius of twenty meters in front of Bai Qingshan.

"This, this ......"

He really just slapped it lightly!

Bai Qingshan looked at the empty large area in front of him, and the hand holding the bone fan trembled, and almost threw the fan on the ground.

Thankfully, he held on strongly.

Quickly raised his eyes to look around, fortunately, he walked far away, and no one noticed the abnormality here.

Bai Qingshan probed the spiritual power in his body, and there was no loss in the slightest.

There is no loss of spiritual power, what does this mean?

This shows that the bone fan in his hand has not exerted its true strength at all, and the sharpness alone is no less than that of a top-grade spiritual weapon.

Pure sharpness is no less than the best spiritual weapon?

If Bai Shu was here at this moment, he would definitely smile and say: The best spiritual weapon is only cut as a vegetable in front of it!