It's not a matter of eating peach blossoms all day, but he still prefers to taste the taste of peaches.

Carrying the soil pocket, Chen Yu went to the mountain field and bowed down his waist to start weeding.

The soil and rocks in the mountains are slightly half-cut, and the grass grows in the soil and requires a lot of effort to pull it up, and if it is a large mass, it is necessary to use an iron hoe. The opening of the field on the mountain is like this, and the result is half the effort.

But he had no other choice, this place was already the highest land that could be found around, if he wanted to go to the field, he had to go down the mountain, or go to the mountain, to the place where the dead branches and leaves were manure.

Chen Yu didn't want to bother, he was only ready to take care of the field in his hand, not to mention that there was no other way. He has spiritual fluid in his hands, which can largely replace fertility and promote the growth of ripe crops.

However, it is not yet certain whether to sprinkle the spiritual liquid, and we are still waiting for the spring millet in the medicine field to grow and see if there are any side effects.

It didn't take long to weed, and after returning to the mountain, I was diligent in the field, so there were not many weeds, and it was solved by dividing five by two.

Then it's a matter of carrying water.

The clouds in the sky have become lighter, and I don't know if this rain will fall, and there is always a wind blowing in my ears, but no raindrops fall.

The water is picked up from a small pond formed by a shallow stream on the mountainside, not deep, it is all overflowing from the mountain stream, flowing for more than ten years, and there has been no trace of fish and shrimp.

Originally, there were many straight trees growing on both sides, which were regarded as a good place to carry water and chop wood by the disciples of the Taoist temple.

Later, when they cut down too much, the small patch was now bare, with only the weeds that covered the ankles and legs.

Twenty or thirty reeds were swinging in the corner, and they had not yet bloomed in June, but with the arrival of Chen Yu carrying a flat pole, there was still a flowered pheasant that fluttered its wings and flew away in a panic after a cry. He peered into the reeds, and saw a nest of haphazard hay.

Tree roots, fallen leaves, and broken linen found out of nowhere, were placed on reed poles, and the crystal clear pond water rippled below.

The nest was only half full, he didn't look too much, put down the bucket and scooped most of it, then picked it on his shoulder and walked away quickly.

There are a lot of pheasants nearby, there are no people on Qingtai Mountain except for the cloud crane view, it is good to go into the mountains from time to time to eat, and then there are fewer people, these wild birds and animals are more.

There is nothing to eat in this pond, there are no fish and shrimp, and it is estimated that even if the offspring is born, they can only find beetles and earthworms around them to fill their stomachs, or they can eat some grass seeds, just like the chicken brothers in the chicken shed, and they can be full left and right.

On the mountain road, thinking of the miscellaneous things, his steps fell very lightly, and every step between the steps crossed the stone steps like a dragonfly.

Agile and lightweight, with a graceful posture.

In all the kung fu of Yunheguan, only this footwork can satisfy him. I don't know if God compensates for the dullness of the rest of the martial arts, Chen Yu can be said to be a thousand miles a day in terms of footwork, and it is no slower than the internal training with the assistance of Qi.

Up to now, this kung fu has almost been practiced to the point of perfection, and Rao is old Taoist priest has to be admired for his resurrection.

The bucket is flat-bottomed, not sharp and round, and the steps are non-stop all the way up, even if you are really tired, you can put down your breath, but Chen Yu has been picking it all the way to Yamada, and not half a drop of water has been spilled, and it was all scooped up by him in the stall spoon and poured it to the spring millet seedlings.

The spoon was very long, about a foot long, and the wooden stall on the mouth was sprinkled with water in the field.

It took another half an hour to water the field.

……

There are not many things to say in the afternoon, the mountain is very leisurely, and after watering the ground, he will rest, Chen Yu flipped through the Taoist scrolls, and recently he was thinking about how to write his book.

Before the pen is started, there are pen and ink and inkstone in the view, but the paper for writing is missing.

Not nothing, but too little, not enough for him to bring disaster.

Writing a book is a process of self-combing, and sometimes you have to write down what you think in your head to find out what you want.

When the time comes, it will really become a book, and you can also read it and review it every day, add deletions and changes while straightening out your thoughts, so as not to deviate.

Especially when it comes to cultivation, it is even more sloppy.

In the past few days, he has been planning a trip down the mountain to the county seat, to buy some food, mainly oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and noodles. If you can find ginger, buy some too, and spices such as star anise are the same as above.

Second, it is to buy paper and pay off.

The latter is also called 'Guo Jing', which means that the house is clean, and the sound is the same as 'pot clean', which is a kind of local supplies used to wash pots and pans. It can remove oil stains, similar to mouth alkali and lump alkali. Yunhe Guanzhong originally had some, not long ago used up, yesterday after the pot after the oil fried, only to find that cleaning is really troublesome, there is always a slippery feeling in the fingertips.

It took two more pots of boiling water to barely wash it and remove the oil stains, but fortunately there was no shortage of firewood on the mountain.

"Don't be in a hurry to go down the mountain, wait for the spring millet harvest and then go."

When I returned to the mountain, I poured a bag of spiritual liquid, and the spring millet in the medicine field grew well, and now it has been tasseled, with a little golden.

After the cultivation of the spiritual liquid, the spring millet not only grows fast, but also has a thin shell and large grains, and nearly 30 grains can grow on a bunch of spikes.

In my memory, the spring millet in this life is different from the 'yellow rice' called yellow rice that I have seen in my previous life, and the yield and taste are much better, but ordinary spring millet still cannot grow to this extent, and it is common for a bunch of ears to be at most in their early twenties, and empty shells are common.

"The stem is stiff, not as crooked as the others."

Food crops are the most susceptible to diseases, all kinds of insect diseases, but at the moment there is no such problem with the spring millet in this field.

Chen Yu thought about calculating the total amount after harvesting, and then polishing some to try, in case there were side effects, he would stop in time and no longer use spiritual liquid to water.

However, this possibility is not very likely, at present, the spiritual liquid is the same as the spiritual machine, although the effect is not comparable, but the changes are also inclined to be positive, unless it cannot be absorbed and is overpropped, it will cause bad.

It's been about two days.

After all, the spring millet was planted in the planks for a while, and then immediately sown in the fields after bearing seeds, but now a month has passed, but it is much earlier than on the side of the mountain fields.

Rubbing his chin, he thought that if he had time, he should still be able to plant a batch, of course, provided that there was really nothing wrong with these spring millets.

"It's just that in this way, the fourth batch of cultivation will have to add some Yuan Ling Roots, so that it won't be enough in the future."

A white stick can catalyze a Yuan Ling Root, which contains eight to eleven qi beads of spiritual source, which is equivalent to four to five bags of spiritual liquid - although he has used the bamboo tube reserve, he is still used to using bags to describe it, and the amount of a tube is more or less, depending on the size of the bamboo tube, and the water bladder is much more regular, which is easy to remember.

"It takes a bag to apply watering at one time, and these are used twice in the medicine field, and if it is expanded, it is estimated that it will have to be watered again."

Three bags of spiritual liquid in a month, this amount is really not much.

Three bags of spiritual liquid can be exchanged for a good yield and ripening months in advance, which is not a loss at all in his opinion.