The clump of rice stalks bent towards all sides, obviously avoiding it, and he drew a circle with his hand, and finally grabbed five or six of them, and he could feel the obvious force of breaking free in the palm of his hand.

"Accept your fate!" Liu Xiaolou muttered viciously in his heart, and cut it with the sickle in his right hand.

Among them, two ears of rice bent down suddenly, and the ears pierced Liu Xiaolou's wrist, most of them were blocked by cowhide, and a few shallow cracks were drawn, and a little was pierced on the back of Liu Xiaolou's hand.

"Die!" Liu Xiaolou gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain, Zhenyuan injected the sickle, swiped it inward, cut off the rice ear, and threw it into the back basket.

Feeling the huge threat, the surrounding spiritual rice all had the same hatred and hatred, and took the initiative to attack Liu Xiaolou, they bent backwards one by one, and after accumulating enough strength, they suddenly stabbed at Liu Xiaolou. For a while, Liu Xiaolou's body was pricked by spikes from the waist down, and many spikes pierced his skin through his clothes, and then stayed on the cloth.

The Three Xuan Sutras pay attention to the balance of yin and yang, both internal and external, and the toughness and hardness of the skin are higher than those of monks of the same realm, and they are not afraid of thorns. But the pain was unavoidable, and he had to reap a few handfuls before jumping out to catch a little breath.

After being busy for more than half an hour, the ears of rice around him were harvested for more than a part, and the rice stalks that had been cut off were declared dead, and they all drooped down weakly.

Liu Xiaolou took advantage of the rest to look up at the mountains on all sides, and after a moment of observation, he was sure that the village head had left, and there were no bystanders on the mountains everywhere, and because of the segmented isolation of the dense forest, it also blocked the eyes of the other helpers and monks, and no one paid attention to him.

So he pulled up the sleeves of his coat, revealing the vague tendons wrapped around his arms.

How can the ability of the master to take care of the family be easily exposed?

This tendon is soft and tough, tight and fine, comparable to a magic vessel, although it is only about three feet long, it is enough for him to save some energy.

With a shake of the wrist, the end of the fragrant tendon was thrown out of the wrist, penetrated into the rice field, and three or five ears of rice were lassoed from the root, and the end was tightly wound a few times, firmly tied, and these ears of rice immediately shook and struggled desperately, and the ears of rice stabbed at Liu Xiaolou.

It's a pity that they are a little far away, and Sui Mang can't stab Liu Xiaolou, just in vain.

Liu Xiaolou injected the true yuan into the misty incense tendons, slammed it inward, and immediately uprooted these rice ears and threw them onto the ridges.

If you soak it in this way, it will be much easier to harvest the spiritual rice, and you don't have to endure the pain of the thorns of the ears.

Liu Xiaolou squatted on the side, kept shaking the incense tendons, injected the true yuan, and uprooted the rice clumps one by one, and it took less than an hour to harvest this spiritual field.

After these spiritual rice were uprooted, the roots withered one after another, and the ears of rice fell to the ground and squirmed and rolled, but they lost their previous ruthlessness, and it was much easier to pick the ears at this time.

The yield of Lingmi is not high, and there are more than a dozen Linggu grains in each ear of rice, and each grain is wrapped in a thick gray shell. Gather the rice ears that have been beaten down in three points of this acre in a pile, blow the strong wind with the real yuan, take out the sack from the back basket and put it up, and weigh the weight, about forty catties.

Liu Xiaolou made persistent efforts, cleaned up three more spiritual fields before dark, and harvested about 200 catties of spiritual rice.

I ate two pieces of dry food on the clear water of Goose Creek, sat for half an hour to recover the true yuan, came to the fifth spiritual field, inserted a few torches on the edge of the ridge, and continued to fight at night.

In this way, he continued to operate for one day, cleaned up fifteen or six acres of Lingtian, and harvested hundreds of catties of Linggu.

Liu Xiaolou divided these spiritual valleys into five bags, one bag was buried in a secret place, and the remaining four bags were picked up with a homemade flat pole and rushed to the grange for errands.

When it was Liu Xiaolou's turn, he carried a flat shoulder into the grain depot, the root of the wall was full of bulging hemp bags, the ground was sprinkled with leaking Linggu, and the head of the village and the account room were guarding in front of a basket, collecting grain and keeping accounts.

Liu Xiaolou stepped forward, poured the Linggu in the bag into the basket, poured it to the level of the frame and still didn't stop, poured a lot more, and stopped after piling up a small tip.

It's the rule.

Tian Tou, stretched out his hand to probe in, grabbed a handful of Linggu and looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, stirred a few times, and found no sand and gravel, so he flew up and kicked on the wooden basket, and the pointed Linggu immediately spilled a lot, rolling on the ground, he was quite skilled with this kick, and kicked the Linggu in the basket to be flush with the edge of the basket, as if he had measured it accurately, and then shouted: "Fifty catties!" ”

The waiting grain depot servant stepped forward, poured this basket of Linggu into a sack, and carried it to the corner of the wall and stacked it neatly.

Then came the next basket, the next kick, the next fifty pounds......

After six baskets, he finally weighed the remaining thirteen catties with a small bucket.

The abacus beads in the accounting room next to him were beating loudly, and he couldn't stop counting in his mouth, and finally made the final word: "Three hundred and thirteen pounds, six taels and six dollars, six dollars erase zero!" ”

After writing it in the account book, he glanced at Liu Xiaolou, and after confirming it, he asked him to draw a charge.

Liu Xiaolou confirmed that the buried bag was less than eighty catties.

There are only nine days before and after the full harvest period of the spiritual field, and when the day passes, the ears of rice will wither, and the spiritual valley inside will emit a large amount of spiritual power, and the remaining spiritual rice will have no spiritual effect to use, and even be corrupted, and it will not be available as ordinary rice grain.

Therefore, the harvest period is very tense, and in the last few days, even the head of the farm, the account office and the Zang clan people in the grange also went to the field, desperately rushing to harvest, and the whole grange was filled with a tense atmosphere.

However, Liu Xiaolou can use the vague incense tendons to harvest, saving a lot of work, and the day before the harvest period, he completed most of the tasks, leaving only the last piece of three acres and seven points of spiritual land.

On this day, there were figures swaying in the forest one after another, and Liu Xiaolou knew that it was the monks who had finished their work and spied around. Some monks have a slightly higher cultivation level, or their spells are more suitable for harvesting, so they can do it quickly, and after clearing their own spiritual fields in advance, they will take advantage of the remaining time to look for opportunities in the fields that others are responsible for.

Not long after, someone came out of the forest and asked Liu Xiaolou with a smile if he needed help: "Little brother, I only charge you ten catties for one acre of land, how about it?" ”

"No, you don't." Liu Xiaolou refused on the spot.

"There is only one day left, if you can't collect it, you will have to pay miserably, hehe."

"This is my last piece of land, if I can collect it, brother, please go elsewhere."

The visitor smiled and shook his head, and disappeared through the forest.