don't bother me farming

The earing period of spiritual rice is a very critical moment. At this time, whether it is water, spiritual energy and fertility, it must be adequate and appropriate, too much or too little will not work.

Because it was the first time planting, in order to avoid accidents, she only planted half an acre, with a total of more than 500 spiritual rice plants.

Not many, but it is troublesome to take care of. Baiyu Lingdao is more particular than other Lingdao. If one is not good, it will reduce production and die. Even if there are system reminders, it cannot be ignored.

Under Chen Yanzhi's meticulous care, Lingdao has successfully entered the blooming period.

In the blue shadow and clear light, the broken flowers are like stars, dense and dense.

The whitebait with fine scales finally got its rice flower, tears in eyes!

Although Yuyu chose to settle down due to practical reasons, his favorite is still that Daohua.

Chen Yanzhi moved the whitebait to the rice field and let them eat the rice flowers that fell into the water. She was too lazy to pick the flowers and feed them, it was too troublesome.

The spirit fish were wagging their tails in the shallow water, and suddenly one of them jumped up and found the white flowers swaying gently on the ears of rice.

Opened the small cherry mouth, held it in his mouth, turned around, shook his head, submerged in the water gracefully, and his tail was rippling.

[Woo woo woo, my rice flower, I finally waited for you. Fortunately, I didn’t give up. Happiness comes with difficulty, which makes the fish cherish it more. 】

Starting from this spirit fish, the other fish seemed to be enlightened, jumping up and down, splashing pieces of water.

【It's mine, it's all mine. From now on, no matter what, I won't let it go. 】

Chen Yanzhi looked at the lively Lingyu with a smile on his face.

When they grow up, she can taste the rice flower spirit fish.

Leave the rice field with hands behind your back, go to the chicken coop to feed some Lingmi Yunni porridge to the newly hatched chicks.

Now she already has two little colorful chickens. The second one has just been born, so she needs to be careful.

The boss has grown up for more than half a year, and his legs and feet are not good. He likes to wander around like a chicken, and now he doesn't know where he has gone.

It's just that the habit of walking with the waist supported can't be broken. Usually walking is quite normal, but when you are frightened or too happy, you will stand up, cover your back with your wings, and laugh to death.

Chen Yanzhi corrected it many times, but it was still useless, so he could only go with the chicken.

Busy to get things sorted out.

She took the alchemy bottle to the workshop. During this period of time, the store's business improved a lot, and monks came to buy Lingmi and pills.

The most popular one is Yunjin eggs, but the output is too low, Chen Yanzhi only sells one every month, and everyone needs to book in advance.

If there are too many people, it's easy to have disputes. She needs to go around more often, so that Wei Suxuan won't be able to stop any monks from causing trouble.

Qinghe Workshop.

Chen Yanzhi handed the weighed Lingmi to the female cultivator opposite.

Listening to the chatter of the monks coming and going.

"Are you here to buy Lingmi too?"

"No, road construction is already costly. If you don't have to eat better, treat yourself, and don't want to go to restaurants. Let's make Dunling Rice Headquarters yourself."

"I said that the road construction team is getting worse and worse. In the past, there was a meal of spiritual rice every day, and from time to time there was a tooth sacrifice of monster meat. I was looking forward to this meal at noon. Now there is even less spiritual porridge."

"Hey, it's just that we are soft-spoken. It's not that Sect Master Wanxuan can do whatever he says, and we can only admit it if it's gone."

"It's better when Chief Qi is here, and there is Qi Gathering Pill."

"Master Chen, you have a very close relationship with Mr. Qi, do you know when she will come back? Will she not come back?"

Chen Yanzhi took the Lingshi and said with a smile: "I will be back, I don't know the exact time." The visitor relaxed, "That's good, that's good."

Chen Yanzhi was curious about their conversation, so she asked, "I heard from you that the road construction team is having a hard time now?"

"That's right. Ever since Mr. Sang was in charge of building the road, the treatment has been getting worse day by day."

"It was alright at the beginning, as usual, but then it became less and less, and now even the daily bowl of spiritual porridge is gone, and it has become a three-day bowl."

"I heard that the team was saying that all the money used to suppress bandits was going to be used up, so we can only save it. Of course, we don't know anything and don't dare to ask anything."

Chen Yanzhi raised her eyebrows. Like these monks, she guessed that Master Nasang must have filled his own pocket.

But this matter has nothing to do with her, and it's beyond her control. If it gets too big, she won't get any benefits, and she will offend the disciples of Wanxuan Sect for no reason.

Chen Yanzhi smiled innocently and only listened but did not express any opinions.

Everyone chatted and saw that she looked like she had nothing to do with her and hung up high. They felt rather bored, so they stopped talking, bought something and left.

But in his heart he was muttering to himself, how could this shopkeeper Chen be so cautious and cowardly, he is completely different from Mr Qi's upright and upright character, with a cold face and a warm heart, and he doesn't know why the two can become best friends.

I just hope that when Chief Qi comes back, shopkeeper Chen can mention this matter to make life easier for them.

When Chen Yanzhi saw the person leaving in a sad mood, she shook her head with a smile, what was she thinking?

She was not much different from those people. She was just a homeless cultivator. How could she get involved in such a thing.

Suddenly, she smiled for a moment, wait, Mr. Sang's matter, funeral, what she heard that night was Mr. Sang's matter?

There are also rice and medicine, including the sound of ruts, as if they are transporting things. Could it be that Master Sang transported these corrupted things away that night.

Also in a special place like Sanchakou, it can be transported to other towns or sold to other towns.

The more Chen Yanzhi thought about it, the more she felt right, completely right.

That man in Sangzhuang is really greedy. Judging from the movement that day, he has a lot of things, there are thousands of spirit stones.

He is really courageous. Although Xu Xin is more flexible and less concerned about the interests of casual cultivators than Cao Yingtang, he can't tolerate such things.

After thinking about it, Chen Yanzhi completely let go of this matter. Although she sympathized with the casual cultivators who built the road, she herself is an ordinary person and has no ability to care about it.

To be able to complete a series of things secretly without being noticed by Xu Xin, there must be a lot of monks involved, and they can't be provoked, can't afford to be provoked.

I can only wait for Qi Zhaoxi to come back, mention this matter to her, and give her some credit.

Although the flowering period of Baiyu Lingdao is longer than that of other Lingdao, it will wither.

The fine-scaled whitebait needs to eat white jade rice flowers for a long time. Chen Yanzhi not only puts the fish into the rice fields and lets them eat by themselves, but also collects the rice flowers and preserves them, which is very troublesome.

In the early morning, she came to the spiritual field refreshed, added golden thread orchid water to the bee, and then prepared to take care of the spiritual plant.

But I picked up two bees on the ground, the dead ones, motionless, with a line of words on their heads.

[Great pity!The overworked flower bee. 】

Chen Yanzhi twitched the corner of her mouth. This was the tenth exhausted bee she had picked up during this period, but every time she saw this strange label, she wanted to laugh.

She stood up straight, put her hands on her hips, and looked at the "golden flowers" flying slowly in the green rice fields. She looked weak and weak.

"It can't be done, we must let them rest, we can't kill a bee again."

Grab the golden fruit, pinch its round belly, it begins to struggle, and an invisible breath spreads out.