The soil is grayish-black, grainy, and contains almost no moisture when scratched by hand, and does not contain any impurities visible to the naked eye.

Generally speaking, the soil of the farmland is relatively loose and contains some small pieces of sand and gravel, as well as dead plant roots. The darker the soil color, the more fertile the land, and the best spiritual fields in the immortal cultivation world are all black soil containing various spiritual qualities.

And the fields in this jade pendant space did not bear the slightest resemblance to the immortal spirit fields described in the "Spirit Plant Handbook".

Hua Ying researched and studied, but in the end, she didn't come up with a reason. For this reason, she had to give up, and could only wait until later to find a more comprehensive Lingtian classic to investigate this matter.

With half a wood spirit stone, Hua Ying quickly began to act, following the steps in the book and finding grinding tools.

She first put the stone mortar on the table, and after throwing half of the spirit stone into it, she began to crush it with the stone pestle.

The texture of the spirit stone is very hard, and it is quite difficult to crush, but fortunately, her hand strength has increased since she started cultivating, and she can also crush the spirit stone.

After grinding into small pieces, it is necessary to continue to refine until the spirit stone is ground into a powder that is finer than a grain of sand, and then it is considered complete.

"Huh, this spirit stone is too hard to grind, it seems that you have to find a better tool." After finishing, Hua Ying wiped her sweat with one hand and poured the spirit stone powder in the stone mortar into the water scoop prepared in advance on the side with the other.

The stone mortar is not a solid thing, after several grinding has been ground out of a few small pits, the stone pestle has been broken a large gap, if you want to continue to work in the future, it is obviously not possible to find a more durable tool.

There was only a handful of spirit stone powder in the water scoop, and Hua Ying was not sure how much fertility the land would be restored by these amounts, so she only set aside a small area of the field to spread the spirit stone powder.

Soon, the cyan powder fell evenly into the dust of the field with the wave of the arm, and the bright aura submerged into the soil, and it immediately seemed to be rejuvenated, and the aura on the field was immediately abundant.

Hua Ying used her spiritual vision technique to look at the field, and was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly found a vegetable seed, squatted on the ground, dug a small pit with both hands, and carefully buried the vegetable seed in it.

After recovering the soil and burying the little seed, she squatted down and waited quietly, full of trepidation.

With the passage of time, about a cup of tea, a very subtle sound of breaking ground suddenly came from the originally very quiet land, and with this sound, in Hua Ying's sight, a small green shoot with spiritual light slowly came out of the crack in the soil.

With the two petals of tender green buds and leaves poking out, just stretched out the body, but it did not stop, as if it was difficult to suppress the joy of seeing the light of day, the body stem rushed upward, only a moment of effort, one section two sections three sections, two petal leaves, four petal leaves, eight petal leaves......

Seeing the sprouts that broke through the ground like bamboo shoots, climbing up at a speed visible to the naked eye, Hua Ying was so excited that she almost jumped up.

How long has it been, how long has it been since the fields in this space have been full of green life, and now, it is finally back.

"Hee-hee."

Thinking of having a large slice of vegetables and a large pile of wild fruits to eat in the future, Hua Ying couldn't help but rub her little belly, and her smiling face was full of anticipation.

All in all, she hasn't tasted the green vegetables and wild fruits she planted for almost a year.

Since the lack of fertility of the land and forced to cut down the fruit trees and pull out the greens, she has not eaten and drunk well for the past year, and her body has become much thinner, and she has long lost the roundness of the previous life in the mountains, so she has been thinking about this stuttering for a long time.

At this moment, seeing that the soil in the field had regained its fertility, Hua Ying almost wanted to plant all kinds of wild fruits and vegetables in the field, but she had to face it calmly, just because there was no spirit stone in her hand.

The powder of that half of the spirit stone was only a small piece of land, and it was unknown how long this part of the restored fertility could last, so she could only forcibly hold back and slowly suppress this thought.

So far, I can only go out and get more spirit stones and come back. Without spirit stones, it is impossible to plant more spiritual objects, and if Hua Ying wants to open the furnace for alchemy in the future, it is inevitable that a large amount of spiritual grass will be consumed.

Although she still had some Star Condensation Grass on hand, which was worth a lot of money, she really didn't dare to sell it. After all, there are many people in Fang City, and as a newcomer to a small casual cultivator, if it is known that she has a large amount of spiritual grass, it will inevitably be eye-catching.

Therefore, at the beginning, Hua Ying thought that it was better to be careful, go out to find an errand for people to do chores, and slowly accumulate some spirit stones.

Just do it, Hua Ying let the green vegetable continue to grow in the field, and after a short rest, she returned to the alley of Fang City under a thought.

With the broken crockpot in her storage bag, she left the place and walked to the side street where the monks gathered.

At this time, there are many monks on the street, some of them get up early and come to occupy seats, and there are only a few stalls in good locations, and whoever can grab whose business will definitely be better.

Hua Ying walked up and down the side streets, gradually figuring out a way to earn spirit stones for her casual cultivation here.

Some of the monks are engaged in the business of reselling goods, they buy goods in bulk from shops at low prices, and then take them here to set up stalls for retail, such as low-level elixirs, spirit runes, exercise cheats, and so on. However, doing this business requires a lot of start-up capital to purchase, and Hua Ying has no money in his pocket, so he obviously has no way to do the reselling business.

There are also some monks who set up stalls with their own skills, such as the Taoist master who sells spiritual talismans, who has a skilled talisman making craft, so he can also eat here.

However, such monks are limited to making talismans and forging objects. Alchemy is impossible, and the slightly capable alchemists have long been recruited by those alchemy shops, and there are no decent alchemists among them in their casual cultivation.

In fact, alchemists are also more willing to work in shops, after all, they simply don't have enough spiritual grass resources in their hands to support their alchemy, and if they don't rely on those big families and big forces, they will have to starve to death sooner or later on the way to alchemy.

Hua Ying is quite interested in talisman refining, but the competition in this industry is too fierce, and what she saw on just one street was no less than a dozen talisman makers who set up stalls, in addition, there were many people who were in the business of reselling spirit talismans, and it was definitely not a good choice to grab food with them.

Excluding these two types of vendors, the third category left is the so-called itinerant vendors.

Most of these monks are not specialized in the stall trade, and they may only come out one or two days a month, and the rest of the time they go out to the market to hunt for treasures in the mountains.

After entering the mountains for a month, when they came back from the mountains, they would take the spiritual grass, ores and other valuable things they found to the small streets to set up stalls and sell them, a little like the old farmers who sold mountain goods in the secular township markets. Most of these goods are very miscellaneous, in addition to spirit grass, ores, and even monster eggs, insect eggs, mountain fruits, wild vegetables, etc., in short, there are all kinds of strange things.

Hua Ying wandered for a long time, and suddenly saw someone setting up a stall to sell melons, fruits and vegetables, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she hurriedly walked to this stall.

The stall is relatively biased, and the owner is a young monk in his twenties, who has practiced qi at the fourth level, looks a little wooden, and doesn't look very smart.

The young monk was meditating and cultivating behind the stall, and when he saw someone approaching, he couldn't help but raise his eyes, but when he saw that the person who came was actually a white-haired female cultivator, he quickly lowered his head.

Over there, Hua Ying squatted down as soon as she walked over, she patted a yellow melon on the stall with her hand very curiously, and asked with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist, is your spirit gourd ripe?"