When Ding Chunqiu, who was proposed by Wang Sanhammer to join the ghost country, encountered the scene of Wuyazi, it was a chicken feather.

The two ghosts are now dead souls, and they have no martial arts, but they retain all the memories of their previous lives. So the enemies were very red when they met, and they didn't care if they could hurt each other, they just did it! They scuffled together when they met, and they fell to the ground and rolled together within two clicks, and the most nonsense was that Ding Chunqiu actually used his mouth, gnawing on Wuyazi's shoulder one by one, so he wanted to bite the other party to death?

Xue Wusuan glanced at it, didn't say anything, turned around and left. This kind of trivial matter can't be taken care of by him, this is Rong Ziju's job.

Rong Ziju is also very interesting, after sending Xue Wushu away, he didn't bother with the two people rolling on the ground, turned around and went to the fields outside the village, twenty-one souls have been extracted these days, and all the souls drawn by Rong Ziju have been carefully selected by Rong Ziju. In addition to meeting the three criteria for extraction, what he values most is whether there are good farmers among these souls.

In Rong Ziju's view, being allowed to join the ghost country is a great opportunity for the ancestral tomb to smoke from the green smoke. It is impossible to accept all those who meet the requirements, after all, the ghost country can only accommodate thirty-six ghosts at present, and each place is extremely precious.

Those who have planted the field, even if they have a "diploma", Rong Ziju will extract it. The rest of the souls who didn't have a dazzling skill didn't bother to take care of it. Let it float away in the passage and reincarnate. If it happens to be the kind of strange revenant souls that "can't be reincarnated and can't be reincarnated", then they deserve their bad luck and can only be annihilated and returned to the origin of the world in the end.

When those souls with "farming diplomas" got the three Yin Valleys given to them by Rong Ziju, they immediately came up in their memories with the various habits and cultivation methods of these seeds.

Watch them clean up the fields and bury the seeds into the soil one by one. Finally, I saw that these dead souls actually put their hands in the soil, and it took a while to take them out.

Rong Ziju was curious, and only after asking did he understand what these revenants were doing just now.

Yin valleys are not something that can sprout and grow when they reach the soil, they also need enough yin qi to activate. And what those dead souls did just now was to cross the yin qi in their soul bodies into the seeds, so that there was both soil and enough yin qi activation to allow these seeds to begin to take root and sprout.

"Won't this make your soul body weak, how can you improve it?" Rong Ziju was slightly shocked when he heard this. He didn't want these "high diploma" residents he had picked out with great difficulty to grow and die of weakness one by one. At the same time, he also secretly said in his heart that these Yin Valleys are really not mortal, and just planting them is so weird.

When asked about this, the ghost people in front of him replied with a smile, "Lord Rong doesn't have to worry. After germination, these yin valleys can rely on the leaves that grow to absorb yin qi from the surrounding area and supply themselves. With my current soul body, I can grow three hundred Yin Valleys, and when they are mature, I can eat four or five more Yin Valleys to replenish all the ones I have consumed now. ”

The rules of the ghost country are set. Eighty percent of the planted valley will be harvested, and the remaining two percent will be the remuneration of the growers. But it was the first time that Rong Ziju had heard of counting grain by grain.

Curious, he asked, "How much can I harvest with 300 plants?"

"Generally speaking, 300 plants can eventually produce about 1,500 grains. ”

Rong Ziju calculated a little, 1,500 grains, excluding the 300 grains that were used as seeds, and then deducting the ones that needed to be handed over, and in the end, there were 240 grains in the hands of this ghost people, which was completely enough for it to make up for the loss of the soul body, and it could still make a lot of money.

After asking clearly, Rong Ziju slowly returned to the village to see if Ding Chunqiu and Wu Yazi were still fighting.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the village, I heard a burst of screams. When I went in and saw it, Rong Ziju was happy.

I don't know when the Wang family's three mallets came back from the reincarnation passage were whipping the soul whip and slammed it into the bodies of Wu Yazi and Ding Chunqiu. While pumping back, he scolded and scolded. said that these two ghosts fought endlessly, but no one could kill anyone, and they were annoyed to look at and wanted to smoke them to death.

"Alright, stop fighting. After beating again, the soul body is scattered. The two of them were ghost people personally confessed by Yan Jun. ”

"Boss Rong, what are the skills of these two goods?

"You ask me, who do I ask?" Shaking his head, Rong Ziju looked at the two ghosts who were on the ground like mud and smiled: "This is the Daoless Yama Mansion, and it is a ghost country set up by Yan Jun, and there are all the rules that should be here." No matter how much grudge you have in life, coming here is equivalent to a new life. Remember the whip just now, you can't fight privately. Besides, you should also understand it, right? You're already dead, and you can't beat each other for a hundred years just by fighting each other like your now.

So, stay honestly in the ghost country and live your life. Start with farming first, and when the ghost country develops in the future, Yan Jun will naturally arrange for you to do other things. ”

Wu Yazi and Ding Chunqiu glared at each other, but it was indeed as Rong Ziju said, they understood, and they couldn't help each other if they continued to fight. After taking a breath, the two ghosts stood up, took the Yin Valley seeds distributed to them by Rong Ziju, and went to work in the field honestly.

Regardless of whether they regretted getting on Xue Wusu's thief ship in their hearts, they all came up anyway, and if they wanted to go down again, they had to nod Xue Wusuan.

It can't be done. Wu Yazi and Ding Chunqiu began to fight in another way.

"Bullshit, master and apprentice! Everyone is the same when you get to the underworld! Maybe you're not as good as me here!"

"It's not as good as you? Joke! Astronomy, geography, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, plus military strategy, which one of you is comparable to me?"

"Don't mention any scheming! Can you scheming and still be slapped by me to the bottom of the cliff? That's all a matter of life, so let's not talk about it. When it comes to farming, are you better than me? I have been farming at home since I was a child, and now I have a place to use it! I am definitely a hundred times better than you!"

"Ignorance! You planted mortal things, and now you want to plant the spiritual root of the underworld, and the two are not comparable at all!"

"Don't believe me?

"Bet on what?"

"Bet, bet, bet on who produces the most yin valley, and whoever loses will kowtow to the other party and shout "I know it's wrong" three times. Do you dare?"

"Hmph, although naïve, I agreed! Just to see you kowtow and apologize, bet!"

So, Ding Chunqiu planted 300 Yin Valley, and Wuyazi asked Rong Ziju for 50 to plant. Ding Chunqiu saw that he could plant 350 Lao Tzu plants, why couldn't he do the same? The two ghosts come and go, and in the end, they are so tired that their souls and bodies are shaking and have to stop. By this time, they had already planted 460 Yin Valley plants by themselves.

I can't feel the existence of time in the underworld at all, and I don't know how long I've been in a daze.

Watch the yin valley in the field sprout, grow tall, and finally grow to a height of half a foot and begin to scatter leaves, and then hang fruit. After a while, the fruit began to shimmer. Some are black, some are red, yellow and green, and some emit green. Seeing this situation, Wu Yazi laughed.

The valley is ripe.

Strong spirit, harvest one by one, count one by one. In the end, Wuyazi harvested three kinds of yin valleys, with a total of 2761 grains.

And in the field on the edge of the cliff, Ding Chunqiu was also carefully counting his harvest. After counting, he stared at Wuyazi across the field.

"How many do you have?"

"You speak first!"

"Let's talk about it!"

"Good!"

Wu Yazi: "2761 grains!"

Ding Chunqiu: "2762 grains!"