"Little Stone, have you entered the third layer of Qi training? Congratulations! As soon as Chen Yanzhi stepped into the Deshan Building, her buddy Xiaoquan came over, looking very happy for her.

"If you want to say that Xiao Shi's immortal fate is really good, at a young age, his cultivation has reached the third level of Qi training, and the future can be expected!"

The other juniors were also attracted by his big words, and a few glances swept over, with the meaning of speculation.

In an instant, he congratulated with a smile.

Chen Yan was very tired of Xiao Quan's behavior, she couldn't hide her cultivation, she had long known that this would happen, but she didn't want to be too conspicuous.

And when he said this, yin and yang weirdly, he faintly revealed that she had a chance to be a baby.

But the fact is, she really doesn't, and the system doesn't give her anything good at the moment, and she wants to throw spirit stones into it desperately.

Chen Yanzhi showed a sincere smile, "I have a four-spirit root, and I have been stuck in the second layer of qi cultivation for eight years, and if I can reach the middle stage of qi cultivation in this life, I will burn incense and worship my ancestors." ”

"Yesterday was also a fluke, looking at the bright moon and starry sky, as soon as the mood relaxed, the barrier of the three layers of qi training was loosened, just a fluke."

To reveal a meaning, my talent is okay, I have accumulated enough, I am lucky to improve my mood, and my cultivation is natural for breakthroughs, and there are absolutely no treasures.

In the low-level scattered cultivation group, the Four Spirit Roots are already good qualifications, and even if they are a small genius, it is not surprising that their cultivation is fast.

After all, for most casual cultivators, the Five Spirit Roots are the norm.

Mao Xiaodou came out to play a round, "It's still a solid foundation, and it's a matter of course, okay, let's not just stare at the small stone, it's about to open the door, hurry up and work." ”

"That's right, Xiao Shi usually works harder, and a little free time is spent on cultivation."

"The talent is also very good!"

"That's true."

Everyone smiled good-naturedly and went on to get busy.

After Chen Yanzhi finished her work, she naturally came to the second floor and quietly took out two small porcelain bottles and placed them on the evergreen pine branches on both sides.

These two evergreen pines are spiritual plants, with long branches and lush leaves, and the shopkeeper will come to perform a small spiritual rain technique every few days, and she will rub some spiritual water like this.

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In the afternoon, by the Changli wharf, the sun is high.

Dozens of spirit ships are moored in the blue bay harbor, and there is an endless stream of monks getting on and off the ships.

There are many shops around, and the sound of selling and shouting comes and goes, and it is bustling and lively.

The coolies, shirtless, with half-man-high cargo on their shoulders and half-bent over the crushers, walked with heavy steps to the deck.

Chen Yanzhi was mixed in it, carrying two bags of goods, and slowly moving forward.

Trip after trip, her steps became heavier and heavier, and her whole person was soaked with sweat, but she still walked firmly step by step.

An hour later, she collapsed on the ground tiredly, panting heavily, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was getting bigger and bigger, and her strength really grew.

After a long rest, she got up and went to the steward's office.

The middle-aged steward saw that it was her eyes narrowed, and honestly took out the record book, "Chen Yanzhi, right?" Well, there are thirty-five packs in total, and thirty-five broken spirits. ”

Chen Yanzhi nodded and took the spirit stone in the steward's hand.

When she first came to this world, she was penniless, had no background, and had no skills, and she didn't even have enough food and clothing.

As written in the novel, inventing a random thing to shock everyone and make a lot of money is thinking about fart.

In the world of cultivating immortals, spells have been applied to all aspects, even more advanced and magical than modern times, such as the small courtyard she rented, which has standard "tap water", "gas stove", and "lighting".

If it weren't for the lack of spirit stones, she would also want to buy an irrigation device, so that she could water regularly, which was much more convenient.

Therefore, a small casual cultivator like her can only sell coolies, and the spiritual tools for moving goods have long been used, but who calls it cheap labor, some small businesses still like to hire monks.

This steward is the most bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, he used to exploit the original body, and then after Chen Yanzhi came, he taught him a lesson in the name of Deshanlou, and then he was honest.

After getting off work, she couldn't wait to see her babies all the way.

Concentrate your mind on the ground, and your brain receives the message instantly.

Chiyun Grass is still almost a spiritual rain, but the progress bar is not red, and the spiritual rain has not yet rubbed it, so don't worry about it for now.

The white rice still looks short of water, and this time I was satisfied with only one bucket.

Ming Yin still wants aura, and that can only satisfy it.

[The aura is barely enough, it would be better if there were more. 】

After losing half of the spiritual power in his body, he finally quieted down.

Chen Yanzhi, who was free, decided to write a planting diary.

Record the experience, and if you die one day, it will be considered a legacy.

Turning the first page, I was about to write a year, month and day, but suddenly found that she didn't seem to know, and the immortal cultivation world seemed to use the Heavenly Stem Branch Chronology Method, which was so complicated.

"Let's use the solar calendar chronology, and this year will be the year of the solar calendar."

The homepage should still be marked.

I felt that the chronological method was a bit complicated, and I recalled that I had accidentally obtained a new calendar from a Venerable One, which was simple and easy to understand, and quite accurate, so I adopted this chronological method.

This year is the first day I started farming, and I thought it was very memorable, so I simply set it as the year of the solar calendar.

My name is Chen Yanzhi, an ordinary cultivation of immortals, life is not easy, I have studied some farming techniques, and I have written down my experience, if someone gets my notes, I have my own fate in the dark, I hope to study carefully and carry forward my inheritance.

【White Rice Planting Diary】

[On March 20, the first year of the solar calendar, the sky was a little sunny. 】

Start raising seedlings.

Fifty grains of white rice were sprinkled at night, and the thief liked to drink water, so he fed it a bucket and a half that night.

Uh, to quantify, about a foot high, half a foot square barrel.

Alas, the size problem is so annoying, skip, skip, in short, water more, moisten it.

Note: Don't plant at night.

[On March 22, the first year of the solar calendar, the sky is a little cloudy. 】

Start preparing the land and add water to soak the field.

I'm tired, my hands are about to break, and I'm carrying water and vomiting.

It is recommended to connect the water pipe, or learn to call the water, but I didn't say it.

[On March 25, the first year of the solar calendar, the sky was very clear. 】

The nursery field maintained a relatively warm temperature until the fifth day, when it finally germinated.

Hi Da Puben.

[In the first year of the solar calendar, April 1, a light rainy day. 】

No need to water anymore.

But the mood was a little heavy, Mao Xiaodou died, and Koizumi was seriously injured.

It is said that He Yuan did it with a grudge, and when Koizumi was present, he cautiously thought that people were laughing at him, and Mao Xiaodou stepped on him to take the position.

This incident made me more and more convinced that if you are weak, you can be good to yourself is the way to save your life in the immortal world.

[In the first month of the solar calendar, on the third day of April, the sky was clear. 】

When the seedlings grow to about three inches, they can be planted.

The vigorous rice seedlings dispelled the sadness in my heart.

Luckily, all 50 rice seeds survived and grew well, which amazed me at my talent in farming.