Gou became an immortal and became an ancestor in the world of immortality

Chapter 15 Harvest of Spiritual Rice
A few days later, when his understanding was solidified, Li Zhengran struck while the iron was hot and carved the remaining four first-level talisman papers one by one again.

Two failed and two succeeded.

As a result, the five first-level talisman papers were completely exhausted. Although the success rate was not too high, it meant that Li Zhengran had truly stabilized the realm of the first-level low-level talisman master.

"A diamond talisman and an ice talisman."

After looking at the two first-level low-grade talisman seals with different luster in front of him, Li Zhengran smiled with satisfaction and felt at ease.

Until this moment, he thought that he had the power to protect himself.

Even if he faced an attack from the fourth level of Qi training, as long as the opponent did not use magic weapons, he would be confident enough to survive.

And even Wang Daniu, who is at the fifth level of Qi training, may not be able to possess a low-grade magic weapon worth at least 80 yuan of spiritual stones.

"The next step is to find a way to sell some basic talismans in exchange for spiritual stones to continue purchasing first-level talismans."

Thoughts flashed through Li Zhengran's mind, and after thinking for a moment, he made a decision in his heart.

Since Wang Daniu is unreliable, the only one he can rely on is undoubtedly the Yang family.

However, how to sell the talisman to the Yang family and how much talent and ability should be revealed also need to be considered.

"A tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. If it is too high-profile, it will be counterproductive."

He became a first-level talisman master in just two years. This talent is already comparable to that of Yang Dahai, who has a middle-grade spiritual root and has strong alchemy qualifications.

If it is revealed, although it may be recruited and valued by the Yang family, it is also easy to encounter some troubles and setbacks.

For example, the Lingyunfeng Song family, who was already hostile to the Yang family, would come into the enemy's sight and be targeted and attacked for no reason.

Or perhaps some thoughtful people may speculate whether he has acquired some kind of Talisman Master inheritance, and they may force him to hand it over if he doesn't.

No matter what the situation is, it represents certain risks and crises.Perhaps the benefits are proportional to the risks, but Li Zhengran, who has always sought stability, is unwilling to take this risk from the bottom of his heart.

"In half a month, it will be the harvest day of Jinling rice. At that time, Manager Yang will show up in person."

"Maybe I can do it this way."

Li Zhengran's eyes flashed and he quickly conceived a plan.

Years fly by, and half a month passes in the blink of an eye.

The hundred acres of spiritual rice located on the first-level middle-grade spiritual veins are growing happily, like a golden ocean, swaying back and forth with the breeze.

Jinling rice, which is only harvested once a year, finally has its harvest day.

Early in the morning, more than a dozen spiritual farmers took advantage of the early morning mist to come to their respective spiritual fields, chatting and squatting, or looking forward happily, looking up to the sky from time to time, waiting for the arrival of Manager Yang.

"Uncle Xu, your seven acres of spiritual rice are growing so well. I guess you can get another two hundred kilograms of spiritual rice this year, right?"

In the adjacent spiritual field, Li Zhengran stood there, tilting his head and smiling at the increasingly older old man Xu.

"Shh, don't talk nonsense. How can there be so many."

"Last year I only gained 180 pounds, and I think it will be about the same this time."

Old man Xu standing aside stroked his messy white beard. Although his words were modest, he could not hide the contentment on his face.

"Ha ha."

Li Zhengran smiled and did not expose it. Instead, he cooperated and said: "Your golden rice is getting better and better every year."

"This time I estimate that it is at least ten loads."

"The [-]% reward is just two hundred catties."

One load is one hundred catties.

An ordinary spiritual field, even if it is nourished by first-level mid-grade spiritual veins, can produce 120 kilograms per acre, it is considered qualified and has the qualifications to continue to be a spiritual farmer in the Yang family.

As the oldest farming man in Linggu, Mr. Xu can produce more than 130 140 kilograms per mu every time, and even reaches [-] kilograms in some cases.

The yield of spiritual rice has increased by about [-]%, which is not a small amount.Because of this, every year during the harvest, Manager Yang would give him the highest [-]% reward to show his respect and motivation.

"Haha, why do you speak so sourly?"

Old man Xu smiled and glanced at the golden rice next door, which was obviously much worse in growth, and deliberately provoked: "What, are you envious?"

"I don't care if you envy me."

Seeing his proud look, Li Zhengran glanced behind him and had no choice but to smile helplessly.

Compared with Old Man Xu's hard work, his two acres of spiritual rice were barely qualified, with a yield of 120 kilograms per mu, which can be considered good luck.

Even if he restrains himself every time, the absorption of plant essence once every half month still has some impact on the growth of spiritual rice.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Li Zhengran was slightly startled.

Also acting like him were Old Man Xu and other spiritual farmers.

"Manager Yang is here."

Looking up, two spiritual rainbows cut through the sky, approaching from far away.

A man and a woman, both wearing white robes with cloud patterns.

The leader is about middle-aged, and his spiritual power fluctuations at the seventh level of Qi training are undisguised. Naturally, he is the manager in charge of rice cultivation in Linggu, Yang Qingyuan.

As for another young female cultivator, she was about [-] years old but already had the fourth level of Qi training. Although her face was a bit unfamiliar, she was undoubtedly a member of the Yang family who accompanied the harvesting of spiritual rice.

Seeing this, Li Zhengran and the two stopped chatting and waited patiently together.

"Uncle Qingyuan, this year's spiritual rice harvest looks very good."

In mid-air, the unfamiliar female cultivator from the Yang family glanced at the spiritual field below, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face.

Yang Qingyuan on the side nodded when he heard this and explained: "We recruited two new spiritual farmers a year ago. They are both honest and hard-working people."

"The nine acres of low-grade spiritual fields on the left that were just opened are no longer idle because of this."

Hearing this, the female cultivator from the Yang family showed a clear face, nodded softly and said: "Uncle Qingyuan, thank you for your trouble."

"It's just a matter of duty."

Yang Qingyuan's face was calm and undeniable, and then he said casually: "Niece Jinxue, how come you have time to come this time?"

"Brothers and elders have been very busy recently. Jinxue has nothing to do for the time being, so she took this job herself."

"By the way, I can also come and see you, Uncle Qingyuan."

Hearing this, Yang Qingyuan had a gentle expression and nodded happily: "Jinxue has grown up."

Yang Jinxue smiled softly, and during the chat, she subconsciously looked at Lingtian and the waiting spiritual farmers. She seemed to have thought of something, and asked curiously: "I remember that the son of Uncle Qingshan's friend is also here?"

"Exactly." Yang Qingyuan nodded lightly, raised his hand and pointed at a young figure below: "This person's name is Li Zhengran, and he became the spiritual farmer of my Yang family three years ago."

"Oh?"

Yang Jinxue took the opportunity to take a second look and said curiously: "I heard that he rejected my Yang family's invitation to marry into the family. Do you think he should be extraordinary?"

Hearing this, Yang Qingyuan shook his head with a smile and said in a gentle tone: "It's just a low-grade spiritual root with a wood attribute. He only broke through to the third level of Qi training at the age of 21."

"However, he is an honest person. He has been working diligently and concentrating on cultivation for the past three years and has never taken the opportunity to cause trouble."

"It's not like he failed Qingshan's expectations."

After saying this, Yang Jinxue nodded slightly, and most of the curiosity in her eyes disappeared.

(End of this chapter)