The days of waiting are somewhat boring.

During the period when the seeds were dormant in the soil, Lei Sheng went to the field every day to feel the energy changes in the soil.

Thankfully, there are basically no pests and diseases, so you don't have to worry about the soil pests eating the seeds.

A week passed quickly, and the young seedlings broke through the soil.

Along with the seedlings, there are also weeds.

This is a pain that every farmer feels.

The law of the jungle is an eternal law of nature, and plants are no exception.

Weeds eat nutrients in the soil, causing seedlings to grow slowly and even die.

Lei Sheng thought that since he could feel the energy in the soil, would they be at his disposal without using internal force?

With a slight movement in his mind, he gave an order.

The energy in the soil moves, the weeds in the field gradually wither, and the seedlings begin to grow at a visible rate as if stimulated.

Lei Sheng squatted in the field covered in sweat, his eyes were black, his head was dizzy for a while, and a strong hunger hit him.

Although he mobilized this energy without using his internal force, he needed to concentrate a lot, which greatly drained his physical strength.

Lei Sheng hurriedly stopped, returned to his residence with weak legs, and asked Xiaoju to get him some food.

He ate twice as much food as usual to quench his hunger.

I had eaten a lot, but now it's good, and it directly shocked the others.

Lei Sheng thought about it, it seems that he can't use this ability easily, otherwise, before the harvest is seen, the existing grain will be eaten by him alone, and the gains will outweigh the losses.

However, after his work this time, there were no more weeds in the seven acres of land he planted, and the growth rate of the seedlings was particularly fast.

Half a month later, he surpassed Li Chengye next to him.

The weather is getting cooler, and in a blink of an eye, it's October in this world.

The year on this planet is also twelve months, and there are four seasons, but the summer is hot and the winter is not cold.

It has been three years since Lei Sheng came to this world, and he has never seen rain, let alone snow.

Lei Sheng planted the grain relatively late, but it was harvested half a month earlier than Li Chengye's crops.

Looking at the full grain in Lei Sheng's field, Li Chengye was dumbfounded.

He was a witness to this harvest scene, from the green seedlings to the golden harvest, during which he secretly laughed at Lei Sheng more than once, thinking that Lei Sheng was a layman who farmed.

But as a result, the yield per mu in Lei Sheng's field reached almost 1,000 catties.

In addition to the 100 catties of grain that needed to be paid for watering, plus the 200 catties of grain that were prepared for Xu Qingshan and the old man, and after they also stored a lot of grain for the winter, Lei Sheng estimated that they could also hand over 3,000 catties of grain to the Wutong faction.

It took him less than half a year to complete the registration conditions for three people.

But there were seven of them.

When Lei Sheng came to the mountain pass to deliver food, he alarmed the old man who seemed to have a lot of status in the Wutong Sect.

The old man looked at Lei Sheng and his gang strangely, of course, his eyes were more focused on the six women, he felt that this credit must have been done by these six women, he didn't think that Lei Sheng had such great ability at all.

"How did you do that?" asked the old man.

Lei Sheng replied, "It may be that our land happens to be better than someone else's." ”

He wasn't ready to tell these people the truth, because Wind Thunder City was no longer under the control of Lei County, and if the Wutong Sect knew about his farming method and promoted it in a big way, it would undoubtedly increase the strength of Dashan County.

In his heart, Oyama-gun is the enemy.

At this time, a disciple came over and said, "Elder Fengshi, I have already weighed a little more than three thousand catties. ”

Lei Sheng looked at the old man named Feng Shi, and secretly laughed, this name is good, no wonder he is in charge of recruiting disciples, I think it is because I hope that everyone who comes to sign up can get a good harvest.

Elder Fengshi nodded, and said to Lei Sheng and them: "At the beginning, only you, the little ghost, signed the agreement, but since you handed over three thousand catties of grain, then according to the rules, you can choose three people to join my Wutong faction." ”

Lei Sheng nodded at Xiao Ju: "Xiao Ju, Xiao Fang, Xiao Hua, you three go first." ”

Xiao Ju and the three looked at each other, their expressions revealing disbelief.

"Shall we worship in Wutong Mountain?"

Lei Sheng didn't know if this would work, so he asked Elder Xiang Fengshi: "The agreement I signed is for one year, and since the one-year period has not yet arrived, then it is not a violation of the regulations for me to do this." ”

Elder Fengshi said happily: "No, no, any three of them can be." ”

Xiao Ju looked at Elder Fengshi and asked, "May I ask Elder Fengshi, can we still go down the mountain casually after we worship at the mountain gate?"

Elder Feng Shi explained: " Even if you register now, you are also a registered disciple, and you are not a real disciple of the Wutong School, after entering the mountain, you will start to learn some introductory martial arts of the Wutong School, to prepare for the future assessment, it will take you a lot of energy, three years, if you can't meet the conditions for becoming a formal disciple within three years, then the sect will not continue to waste energy on this disciple, and will send him to the miscellaneous courtyard I am responsible for to listen to the dispatch, and the focus of the disciples of the Miscellaneous Academy will no longer practice martial arts, and usually do some chores and run errands and the like, so you have to hurry up and practice martial arts after you go up the mountain to register, don't feel that three years is a long time, for the warrior, three years are fleeting. ”

Xiao Ju looked at Lei Sheng and whispered, "Young Master, I don't care about this half a year." ”

Lei Sheng said seriously: "Xiaofang Xiaohua is still young, I need your care after going up the mountain, we are a team, this is the most ideal way to distribute." ”

Xiao Ju probably understood Lei Sheng's good intentions, no longer insisted on his opinion, and nodded.

Elder Fengshi led Xiao Ju and the three of them up the mountain.

Lei Sheng and there were four of them, and they were not idle that day, and several people pulled out all the straw in the field, and then took Lei Sheng's guillotine made of stone to break up the straw, and then scattered it into the farmland one by one.

Speaking of this, Lei Sheng couldn't help but complain, there are so many awesome mecha in this world, but there is not even a harvester, and everything used for farming is the most primitive.

If they had a shredder now, it would take less than two hours to return straw to the field, but they worked for three whole days.

And it's exhausting.

Of course, Lei Sheng will not get tired, although he does the most.

Li Chengye watched them pull out the straw with great difficulty, break it again, and scatter it into the field, where had he ever seen this kind of operation, and he couldn't help but come over and ask what was going on.

"Brother Lei, what are you doing here, I don't know how tired you are, these straws will be over if you pull them out and throw them away. ”

Lei Sheng explained: "This is called straw returning to the field, don't underestimate these straws, they are all high-quality nutrients. ”

After witnessing the magic of Lei Sheng, Li Chengye didn't dare to laugh at what he did anymore.

"Farming is a hard thing, especially in the era of particularly backward mechanization, so the crops in the hard field will not grow well. Lei Sheng said.

Li Chengye was slightly stunned: "You little guy has a lot of truths, but what he said is right, you look at my two acres of land, and I will collect 700 catties of grain if I die, except for the cost of watering, plus my food, I don't know if I can get enough 1,000 catties of grain next year, since you said that returning straw to the field is good for crops, then I will also try." ”