On the 23rd day of May, there was still 24 spiritual opportunities, and now on the third day of the sixth month, it increases by one grain every three and a half days, and the surplus is 27, but once it is planted, it is instantly less than half.

After the fourth batch of transplants was completed, Chen Yu counted the spiritual light particles in his mind, scattered and sparse, and only fourteen remained.

That is to say, this round of transplantation used him a full thirteen spiritual powers!

That's almost more than the previous three combined!

But there is no way, the medicine field has expanded a lot, and it is no longer a small piece, although it is still inferior to Yamada, but according to the previous proportion, this number is still in his expectation.

Not exceeded.

When it comes to the details, there are not many spiritual opportunities used for grain cultivation and medicinal seeds, but on the contrary, the Yuan Ling Root and the Lanting Divine Fruit are proper spiritual eaters, and the intestinal moisturizing grass and the Qingling Root are not as good as them.

Time passed slowly, and after planting a full field of medicine, Chen Yu waited in the courtyard, sitting on the stone pier, turning over from time to time.

There is no mat for drying the spring millet, so the action should not be too big when changing the surface to dry, so as not to lose too many seeds.

In the morning, the sun was not small, and until the afternoon, he spread out the drying sheet and put it aside. With a stick in hand, ready to beat and thresh.

There are a lot of processes, but fortunately, there are not many spring millet and it takes more than half an hour to get it done.

At this moment, in addition to millet rice, there are also a lot of debris and grass blades scattered on the drying sheet. Chen Yu didn't care, he had to use a windmill to turn two wheels for a while, and a lot of these scum could be removed.

Bang bang!

The last handful was cleaned, and he threw aside the remaining straw stalks, bundled them into stacks, and pulled a tuft in one hand and put them out of the yard.

This hay can still be used later, whether it is used to build a shanty or as firewood, it is very useful.

Roll up the drying sheet, stack the sides in pairs, and repeat it a few times to form a ball of millet inside. Then use a dustpan to put it in the king's bucket. In previous years, there were still a few Taoist fields, and when people were prosperous, they could also produce and be self-sufficient, and there was no need to go down the mountain to buy. Although most of the acres of land are now deserted, and only half an acre is left hanging outside the courtyard, there are many agricultural utensils, such as seven or eight king buckets used to hold grain.

Corrupted a little, he still picked four usable ones to put down. After pouring a full bucket of millet into the mouth of the windmill urn, the rest will be enough for four barrels.

Chen Yu is expected to be able to collect about 178, and now it seems that this is indeed the case. The medicine field alone is no less than the half acre of soil on the mountain.

In addition to ripening, the spiritual fluid may also have the effect of abundant production. Of course, it may also be a characteristic of the spring millet itself. I can't say for sure.

All in all a good thing.

Shopping, eating, eating, eating, eating

Shaking the windmill made of Korean pine, the breeze blows out from the opening, bringing out a large amount of fine dust and broken leaves, and the side outcrop on the other side near the open mouth also spits out a lot of cracked rhizomes and leaves.

As for the millet, it is sifted and spit out from the lower outlet of the hand-crank.

Reaching out to the top and stirring, seeing that there was not much rice, he snapped the wooden board and stuck the wind wheel.

Lift the bucket of millet on the side and pour it into the mouth. This was repeated, and soon a hundred catties of grain were selected.

In the end, I only got three and a half buckets of millet.

As for the other half of the bucket of grass blades, he poured them into the chicken coop and let the chicken brother pick and peck them.

After cleaning the drying sheets, especially the dust on them, Chen Yu moved the bucket containing millet to his feet. Holding a spoon in his hand, he poured some on the dough sieve, and then shook it back and forth, sometimes with a bump in his wrist to prevent the millet from shaking out to the outside.

Whoa!

It was like a large and small jade bead falling, and the sound was fine and clear.

The plump but small millet fell into the bucket through the cracks in the sieve, and all that was left was the dregs that had escaped the windmill.

It's still a selection process.

The dregs were selected and thrown into the chicken shed, and the millet in the king bucket visible to the naked eye was a lot shorter. Only three barrels in the early stages.

The selection is barely completed here, and then it needs to be further dried. Wait until golden brown before starting to peel the rice.

However, at that step, it may bloom with a rich and attractive aroma, and the fawn must be guarded and guarded against to avoid causing trouble for him.

The windmills, siftings, and dustpans were cleaned up, and the drying was left open in the yard.

Spread out millet on top.

Compared with the morning, the spring millet without grass stalks and long leaves does not occupy a place, so the courtyard chose a place that does not stick to the four sticks and dried it.

They can't be touched by pine trees.

The courtyard door was closed, and Chen Yu came to the stone platform where he often sat cross-legged to meditate quietly and wait.

By the evening, the rice grains had dried out a lot and were not as round as before. He pinched two grains, and the rich aroma lingered in his nose, not weakened by the lack of moisture, but more mellow.

It's like making wine.

Put it away, shovel it into the barrel and seal it. If you look like this, you have to dry it for a while before you can come out of your shell.

In the blink of an eye, four days passed.

On the seventh day of June, the sky finally cleared.

Chen Yu covered his eyebrows and looked into the distance, with an old farmer-like smile on his face, and hurriedly poured the millet that had been hidden for two days on the drying sheet.

In fact, Tiangong has taken care of it very much. On the second and third days of threshing, the sun was blazing, but perhaps the spring millet after being nourished by the spiritual fluid absorbed too much water, and the grains were too full and rich, and the two days of sunbathing and the half day of threshing failed to reach the expected degree of dryness.

can only go further, but unexpectedly it coincided with the rain, although it was not big, it still blocked the drying. Fortunately, it stopped in time, and only a few clouds appeared the next day, and the rain did not continue.

Now it's clear again.

He dried it again for most of the day, and when it was almost evening, he picked up a handful of millet and pinched it, and finally let out a breath.

OK.

The yellow-skinned millet of this side of the soil is different from that of the previous life, and the difference lies in this drying.

After some busy work, he carried a load of millet to the place where the stone mill was placed.

Close to the ancient well, it falls in the inner courtyard.

He had already said that sooner or later he would have to use his strength on this, and sure enough, he used it.

Although the method of crushing and shelling is primitive, Chen Yu is different from ordinary people, and even ordinary martial artists can't compare to him.

The strength of a martial artist is actually not much greater than that of ordinary people, and it is more in terms of strength and martial arts skills, such as force and resistance ability.

However, Chen Yu is different, his body has already undergone all kinds of changes under the nourishment of spiritual fluid, and his qi and blood are magnificent. Now it is supported by Yuan Blood, which can almost be externalized and coagulated.

It was easy for him to grind.

After polishing a few laps, the fragrance is so strong that it seems to be fragrant for ten miles, rippling in the courtyard for a long time.

It was only when he looked again that he found that after drying, the millet that had only three barrels had shrunk again, becoming a little more than two barrels.

After scooping a handful, the yellow cancan rice grains were scattered in his hands, Chen Yu shook his head, it was not enough. There are still a lot of shells, and further rice is still needed.

Stone mills can grind most of them, but there are still a lot of rice grains that can't be shed.

I took the prepared stone mortar, which was blue and black, and the palm of my hand was very smooth to the touch. At first glance, it looks like an old object that has been used for more than ten years. Chungmi can't talk about craftsmanship, let alone many skills to talk about, and the stone grinding just now is almost the same, relying on a body of strength.

Use a long wooden stick to pound the stone mortar and peel off the rice grains like a medicine. Although there is no guarantee that all millet will be successfully shelled, it is sufficient, and even the farmers at the bottom of the mountain rarely use stone grinding and stone mortars together, and most of them choose only one, and this is the coarse rice.

When the two processes are in unison, it will be much more refined. If it is rice, it is so white to look at it and it is gratifying, and it is called polished rice, which means that only the nobles can afford to eat it.

There is no such title as the yellow skin, and it is yellow and cancan whether it is completely shelled or not, and it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish it by the naked eye.

Chen Yu is not a nobleman, but in order to be able to eat sweeter in the future, both processes are used, and they are pounded very carefully.

Over time, the aroma fades.

Outside the hospital, the deer has not been there for the past few days, otherwise it would have been screaming non-stop.

After the rice is finished, sieve it again and separate the husk from the finely broken rice grains.

After going through many processes, the two buckets of golden millet in front of me are considered complete and ready to be eaten.

Carry it into the stove room.

Originally, although the rice jar was also filled with millet rice, it was white-skinned millet with harder and slender grains. The taste of the two was actually similar, so he poured it directly into it and mixed it together.

After turning it over twice, he saw that the snow white was dotted with golden grains, and the fragrance was overflowing, which reminded him of the egg fried rice in his memory.