"That's it!"

"I'm going to buy the spirit seed now, the spirit field is forbidden, find a batch of spirit oxen to plow the land in the afternoon, find someone to make a ditch, and sow the spirit seed!"

"Little brother, come over early tomorrow morning to help me with the rain!"

Fu Liangan looked at Lin Han and said with a smile.

"No problem!"

Lin Han smiled and simply nodded.

Tomorrow, March 11, is the day to go to the Miao Dan Pavilion and formally learn alchemy with Qingping.

In the morning, he first gave rain to a hundred acres of second-grade spiritual fields, and then went to Miaodan Pavilion, which should be in time.

With his current True Essence Realm Drifting Rain Technique, combined with the sevenfold cultivation of the Gathering Spirit Realm, it was easier to apply rain.

One hundred acres of second-grade spiritual fields will not be delayed for too long.

"Uncle Fu, I'll sow seeds for you!"

"My soil turning skills, the plough is not deep, but there is still no problem with ditching!"

"Sowing seeds, making ridges, you can leave these two jobs to me!"

Black Egg has a sincere smile on his face and does not miss any opportunity to make money.

"You kid, you really fell into the eyes of money!"

"In half a day in the afternoon, I want to complete 100 acres of Erpin Lingtian, ploughing, ridges, and sowing!"

"How can you do it alone?"

Fu Liangan scolded with a smile.

The black egg smiled innocently, and all his thoughts were written on his face, which was very direct.

Even if you are greedy for money, you can't hate it.

There will be no defensiveness against him at all.

It's just going to be funny.

"Uncle Fu, black egg, you talk slowly!"

"I'll go to the thrift market, buy some clay pots, and plant my 100 jade bamboo seedlings as soon as possible!"

Lin Han opened the blue cloth bag in his hand, gave it a look at Fu Liang'an and Heidan, and said goodbye with a smile.

The black egg was dead-skinned, and he fell in love with Uncle Fuliangan, and directly earned 10,000 low-grade spirit stones.

It is enough to ensure that this fool has a worry-free life.

He was relieved.

"Let's go!"

"This jade bamboo seedlings are a little wilted, don't delay!"

Fu Liangan smiled and waved goodbye.

"Lin Han!"

"These two hundred low-grade spirit stones, return them to you!"

"I'm rich now!"

The black egg stopped Lin Han, and immediately took out two medium-grade spirit stones from the storage ring and handed them to Lin Han.

"Then I'll take it!"

Lin Han was also not polite, took the two medium-grade spirit stones, and put them in the storage bag.

Plus the two hundred lower grade spirit stones that the black egg returned to him.

Now in his hand, he has 21,200 lower grade spirit stones.

This is an unprecedented asset!

The door is open, it is really not as good as a fine.

The drifting rain technique is practiced to the realm of the true meaning, and making money is really fierce.

Of course, there are so many errands for rain, and it is not enough to make money by raining alone.

A fine door is not as good as a door fine!

If you can still be proficient in alchemy, you will make even more money.

A product of Zhuyan Dan, a product of Ablation Pill, this is all huge profits!

"I'll treat you to dinner when I'm free!"

Hei Dan showed a sincere smile and said enthusiastically.

Lin Han is really his lucky star.

Originally, he was thinking about whether he was going to be hungry these days.

Unexpectedly, when he met Lin Han here, he lent him money for dinner, and helped him plead with Uncle Fu, and handed over the three tasks of turning the soil, weeding, and fertilizing to him.

Earn 10,000 low-grade spirit stones at once!

Or settle in advance and give cash.

With money in his hand, he is much more stable and down-to-earth now.

Even the words of inviting guests to dinner can be said out loud.

It's so cool to have money!

"Let's get back to it!"

"You spend this money leisurely!"

"If you have time or want to make a living, you can't turn over the soil for the rest of your life, right?"

Lin Han waved his hand at the black egg, turned around and walked out.

The black egg stood in place, his face shocked.

Lin Han completely talked about his heart.

He can't turn over the soil for the rest of his life, right?

But.

What should he do?

What are the ways to make a living?

For a moment, he couldn't remember.

"Uncle Fu, I can't think of a good way out!"

The black egg looked at Fu Liangan and scratched his head.

He only has a dilapidated courtyard.

The three acres of spiritual land at home have already been sold to my father and mother for treatment, and the money has been spent.

Now, he is alone and has nothing.

The only planting technique that can be mastered is the soil turning technique that is proficient in the realm.

What else could he do but turn over the earth?

"If you can't think of it, don't think about it!"

"You make money first!"

"When you make money, you will naturally know what way out is suitable for you!"

Fu Liangan said with a smile.

"What if I have money and I can't think of a good way out?"

Black Egg asked.

"Isn't there still Lin Han!"

"He knows how to make money, so you can ask him then!"

Fu Liangan said with a smile.

"Yes!"

"And Lin Han!"

"When I make money, let Lin Han help me think of a way to make a living, he will definitely help me!"

Black Egg clenched his hands into fists, his face full of excitement.

Looking at Heidan's innocent and honest smile, Fu Liangan was a little embarrassed.

Black Egg has friends like Lin Han.

And he, apart from his family, has no friends.

Twenty years, the vicissitudes of life.

Those friends in the old town are no longer in touch.

Even if we meet now, I'm afraid I don't know what to say.

Shake your head.

Fu Liangan walked towards the bustling streets of Fang City, went to buy spirit seeds, and the spirit field was forbidden.

The flow of people is blazing.

The spring breeze blows.

Lin Hanshi showed his swimming steps and shuttled through the crowd.

Effortless effort.

At the end of the market, the thrift market.

The old goods here are piled up.

Dilapidated hoes, shovels, ploughs, and rakes.

Mutilated flying swords, brass bells, long knives.

Broken alchemy furnace, refining furnace.

There were also some worn-out armor, as well as fragments of treasure weapons.

These old goods are all labeled with blue slips of paper and corresponding prices.

On the wooden sign next to it, there are eight big characters written on it.

Feel free to pick and choose, no counter-offers.

A middle-aged male cultivator in a loose red shirt with open arms sat on a mahogany recliner, swaying back and forth.

Seeing Lin Han coming, the middle-aged male cultivator in the red shirt stood up and greeted, "Look at it, pick it up!"

He had two words embroidered on his chest on his red shirt.

Mei Xin!

It should be his name.

"Good!"

Lin Han smiled and nodded.

Immediately.

He walked over to the pile of old goods and looked at it.

Some of these old goods are purely old, but they can still be used.

Some are damaged and need to be repaired before they can be used.

The price is indeed much cheaper than the new one.

Lin Han's gaze swept over these old goods.

Soon.

He found the location of the clay pot.

"So much!"

Looking at the thousands of clay pots piled up in front of him, Lin Han couldn't help but sigh.

However, the quality of these clay pots varies.

Some are pure clay pots.

Some of them are carved with defensive formations, which can be regarded as a low-grade spirit weapon level.

Some of them have gaps.

Some of them have fine cracks.

These clay pots vary in price.

The cheapest one is only a low-grade spirit stone.

The most expensive is only ten lower-grade spirit stones, which is a clay pot that looks new, very exquisite, and has complete formations.

Lin Han stepped forward and picked it up.

He only picks high-quality clay pots that are carved with formation patterns and will not be broken by the rhizomes of jade bamboo.

The price of these high-grade clay pots is between five lower-grade spirit stones and ten lower-grade spirit stones.

It only took a few moments.

Lin Han picked out a hundred dilapidated and high-grade clay pots that were intact.

"Shopkeeper Mei, I've picked it out, you come and see the price!"

Lin Han looked at Mei Xin, who was standing not far away, and called softly.

"It's coming!"

Mei Xin walked over with a smile, looked at the price posted on each clay pot, and quickly calculated the price, "Erase the three lower-grade spirit stones, a total of seven hundred lower-grade spirit stones!"

"Give!"

Lin Han didn't say a word, and immediately took out seven medium-grade spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them to Mei Xin.

For the price, he was satisfied.

If you buy a new one, these 100 high-grade clay pots will cost at least 1,600 low-grade spirit stones.

The old ones can be used just as well, and you can save money.

In the future, there will be no need for these old clay pots, and they can still be sold to Mei Xin, not to mention that they can be sold for four hundred lower-grade spirit stones.

The actual cost of planting jade bamboo is actually only 300 low-grade spirit stones.

It's all drizzle for him.

Immediately.

Lin Han put a hundred high-grade clay pots into a storage bag and said goodbye to Mei Xin.

Get out of the thrift market.

Lin Han's figure suddenly froze.

"That's not right!"

Lin Han shook his head again and again.

He has been ignoring a thorny issue.

To grow jade bamboo in these high-quality clay pots, you need to fill the clay pots with spiritual soil.

Where did he go to get these spiritual soils?