Liu Xiaolou counted with worry, Xiatian's casual cultivation had exceeded twenty, and his heart couldn't help sinking, the villa had recruited twenty helpers in previous years, and there were more than twenty casual cultivators in front of him, where is there still a quota?

Suddenly I thought about it, and I was looking forward to it in anxiety, I raised four more this year, why is this?

Is there an exception?

Since I've made an exception, I'll have one more ...... Shouldn't it be nothing, right?

Zang Baili is the head of the Zang family, and he is a tenth-level Great Perfection cultivator of Qi refining, but his talent is limited, and it is difficult to enter the size, so he has no chance to be included in the inner door, but in the Zhanglong faction, for more than two hundred years after the rise of the Zang family, it has been a relatively important branch of power, and almost every generation has disciples enter the inner gate, and there have been three people in the high position of the elders of the Zhanglong faction.

It can be said that the Zang family is a big family of cultivation in Xiangxi, even if it is placed in the entire land of Jingxiang, it can be ranked within a hundred, and it is more profound than the Zhang family of Jinping Villa.

Liu Xiaolou asked to see the owner of the village, Zang Baili, the opportunity is naturally not big, in fact, it is the same as the case, he was met by the housekeeper Zang of the Goose and Sheep Villa, a fat man in his fifties, fat and boundless, his face is full of redness, and he maintains a posture of forking his waist at all times, and I don't know if it is his habit or a problem with his lumbar spine.

Steward Zang had just returned from his inspection in Lingtian, and he saw Liu Xiaolou at the head of Zhuangkou, crossed his waist and asked, "See how familiar you are?" ”

Liu Xiaolou hurriedly replied: "The juniors have come to help in the past three years, and the housekeeper has every opportunity, and it is a blessing for the juniors to remember the juniors." ”

Steward Zang nodded thoughtfully, the fat on his neck trembled, and asked again, "Three years ago?" Really...... Then why haven't you come in the past two years? ”

Liu Xiaolou was stunned, a little unable to keep up with the housekeeper's train of thought, so he had to laugh and say: "There are too few helpers in Eyang Mountain, and there are so many recruits, I really can't seize the opportunity." ”

Steward Zang let out an "oh", and the tail note fell downward, not floating up, which meant that he accepted Liu Xiaolou's explanation, and then asked: "Since I know that there are not many opportunities, the lunch should arrive early, why is it late again this time?" ”

The reason was thought about on the road, and Liu Xiaolou replied: "I went down the mountain two days earlier, but there was a sudden heavy rain in the mountain, and the flash flood blocked the road, so it was delayed for two days, and I asked the housekeeper to forgive me." ”

Steward Zang asked, "Which mountain?" ”

Liu Xiaolou said: "Wulong Mountain, Qianzhuling Liu Xiaolou." ”

Steward Zang signaled to the hunched Zhuang head beside him, who was always holding an account book in his hand, opened it and looked at it, and replied: "Wulong Mountain Qianzhuling, Sanxuanmen scattered Liu Xiaolou, that's right." ”

In the account book is the roster of loose cultivation helpers in Goose and Sheep Mountain, those who have helped before, those who are recognized by the Zang family, will be registered after verification, and those who are not on the roster will not be recruited, who knows if you will pack and steal the harvested spiritual rice?

Steward Zang crossed his waist and muttered for a long time, and he didn't know what he was thinking, Liu Xiaolou blinked his eyes and waited for him to make a choice, and after waiting for a long time, he finally waited for a reply: "Stay." ”

Liu Xiaolou was overjoyed, thanked him without a word, and watched Zang Steward leave with his waist crossed, and followed Zhuangtou to get the sickle and bamboo basket, and some dry food was piled up in the bamboo basket.

Lingmi is not ordinary rice, harvesting Lingmi is not an ordinary agricultural matter, the ears of rice are very spiritual, can sense the danger, attack the harvesting farmers with needles on the ears of rice, and the ears are tough, ordinary farmers can't do it, they can only recruit monks to help. Even if the scythe is specially made, it can't be called a magic weapon, but it can withstand a slight True Yuan rush.

Ready, Liu Xiaolou followed the head of the village along the outside of the Lingtian, the loose cultivation of the helpers in the Lingtian has already been in full swing, some are honest and practical sickle to cut the ears, some use their own magic weapons to harvest the ears, and there are more monks who are good at the five elements of magic directly burn the rice stalks with the flames, or use the ice blade, the water dragon to impact the rice ears, and so on.

Following Zhuangtou through the Lingtian, not only did he not go down to the field, but he went far away, went around the north slope of the mountain col, and left the Lingtian.

After walking two miles along the mountain road, Liu Xiaolou couldn't help it: "Dare to ask Zhuangtou, what are we ......?"

"Just follow."

"Yes."

Turning another hill, the eyes suddenly opened up, overlooking a valley below, winding through the mountains, which is the west valley of Eyang Mountain.

The valley is a dense forest, I don't know when, in the woods and shrubs carved out a piece of rice fields, half an acre, one acre, two acres, three acres, large and small mixed in the dense forest. There were also quite a few monks sweating in the fields, roughly sweeping, at least more than twenty people.

At this point, Liu Xiaolou finally woke up to why the helpers recruited by Eyangshan this year were overcrowded, and they opened up Xintian, and the original fixed work was not enough.

"Here, there are also spiritual spring remnants?" He couldn't help but be surprised.

Zhuang Tou glanced at him: "Don't ask too much, just work." Pointing to the valley below, he said, "Do you see that forest?" Old Tanlin ...... Left! Next to that boulder at the foot of the mountain! See? Good...... Follow the forest to the right until you go up to Goose Creek, and follow the stream to the south, do you see the shallow ditch? ”

"The ditch overgrown with wildflowers?"

"That's right, it's Wild Chrysanthemum. Up to this ditch, the thirty-eight pieces of spiritual fields in it are all yours, and after counting, the large and small are added together, totaling seventy-eight acres and seven points. You're two days late, and you're only seven days away, can you finish it? ”

"No problem." Liu Xiaolou immediately expressed his determination.

Zhuang Tou said: "It's still the old rule, thirty catties of rice per mu, with shells, and the rest belongs to you." ”

Liu Xiaolou hesitated: "This spiritual field ......"

Zhuang Tou interrupted him: "The output is only a lot more, so let's worry about how to finish it on time." If you miss the day, you can't afford to pay for the loss. ”

Liu Xiaolou nodded: "Don't worry, I understand the rules." ”

He had to harvest the subcontracted field within seven days, and hand over two thousand three hundred and sixty-one catties of in-shelled spiritual rice—the main family also had to select spiritual seeds, and for every hundred catties missing, he would be compensated for one spiritual stone, and if there were no spiritual stones, he would need two hundred taels of silver. In fact, the spiritual power that can be refined into true yuan after eating a hundred catties of spiritual rice is far less than a spirit stone, at most half a piece, so when you really want to compensate, no one will take the spirit stone to compensate, and usually choose to pay for the silver.

Goose Sheep Villa also knew that the scattered cultivators who rushed to help would not be able to pay for the spirit stones, and they were also allowed to compensate with silver money.

Time could not be delayed, Liu Xiaolou immediately went down the mountain, and after a short time, he rushed to the spiritual field assigned to him, and started to work from the spiritual field on the left-hand side of the northernmost point.

This spiritual field is about one acre and three minutes, Liu Xiaolou took out a few pieces of cowhide from the bamboo basket, tied them to his ankles and wrists, thought it was a simple protection, to prevent being pierced by the spike, and then stepped into the mud, picked up the sickle, and grabbed the rice stalks with his left hand.