Chapter 2 Killing two birds with one stone
"Increase production? Increase production by 20%?"
For a while, Chen Mo couldn't think straight.
He was stunned for a moment, and then a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.
“Other people’s golden fingers are either immortal or simulated. How come I can increase my production by 20%? I was born to farm!”
Forget it, better than nothing.
If the rain-spreading technique can be upgraded to proficiency before the spiritual rice matures, the output of the three acres of spiritual fields will increase by 120 kilograms, which is a considerable income for Chen Mo now!
You know, there is no tax on these 120 pounds, it is completely at his disposal.
“I just cast the rain spell once, and my experience was directly increased by one. Could it be said that as long as I keep casting the spell, this skill can be upgraded?”
The original "proficient level" spell , it is beyond reach for Chen Mo. If he can really cast spells and gain experience, it can be regarded as a good ability.
Thinking of this, he pinched his hand again.
But rain clouds were gathering on the sky, and I immediately realized something was wrong!
“That’s not right! The spiritual rice after autumn needs spiritual rain once every three days. Twice a day may increase the moisture and cause the roots of the spiritual rice to rot!”
“Three One extra point of experience is only 30 points in three months, which is not enough to level up!”
Chen Mo was in trouble for a while.
While he was struggling, he walked towards the cabin next to the spiritual field.
This is his house, and it is also the only real estate after renting Lingtian. It contains the defensive formation set up by Master Ziyunfeng. With it, Chen Mo can also enjoy Guchenfang As long as he doesn't enmity with other monks, Fang Shi can protect him.
But if you really encounter a desperate rogue cultivator and take the risk of being chased by Ziyun Peak and take action within the jurisdiction of Fang City, just like the original owner before, you can only recognize him if he dies. Bad luck.
Back in the house, there was a wooden bed, a wooden table, two wooden chairs, and then they were gone.
It can be said that the family has only four walls.
After taking off his bloody green cloth gown and changing into a set of ordinary shorts, Chen Mo sat at the wooden table and poured himself a glass of water.
Picked up the water glass and just put it to his mouth.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration occurred!
He stood up suddenly, drank the water in the glass, and then pushed the door open and walked out.
“My own spiritual field can no longer make rain, but other people’s fields can!”
Chen Mo looked around and saw that there were spiritual fields as far as the eye could see. Except for the three acres he rented, there were other similar spiritual fields nearby.
"Xiao Changhua in the north is a monk who entered Taoism through martial arts. He seems to have reached the second level of Qi Refining. The original owner has dealt with him twice. He is a person with a dark face and is difficult to talk to."
"What is the name of the south side? It seems that I am a tenant in the same group, but I only rented two acres, and the money may not be as good as mine!"
Chen Mo thought about it and eliminated the surrounding neighbors one by one. , and finally locked on a female nun located in the northeast corner of him!
He took a step towards Wang Lixia's spiritual field, which was only a few acres of land. As a monk, it took him half a stick of incense to arrive at Wang Lixia's spiritual field.
The same green Linghuang rice field is planted with first-level Linghuang rice.
The ground in the rice fields has dried up, and it seems that it hasn’t rained in the past two days.
Chen Mo came to the other party's wooden house, knocked on the door gently, and called: "Fellow Daoist Wang, are you at home?"
That's what he asked.
As a casual spiritual cultivator in Guchenfang City, where else can you go besides staying in the fields?
"Who?" An old voice came from the room.
"I, Chen Mo, your next door neighbor."
"Wait a moment."
After a while, the door opened.
An old woman wearing cloth with her waist bent appeared in front of Chen Mo.
The person in front of me is Wang Lixia. It is said that she is over eighty years old. In her early years, she rented five acres of spiritual land in Guchenfang City, which lasted for several decades. However, despite her advanced age, she is the only cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining within a hundred acres of land. All other spiritual cultivators in the fields respect her.
"What's the matter?" Wang Lixia was leaning on a cane, her eyes already a little cloudy.
It seems that it will decline and die soon.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, Xiaosheng wants to ask you for three bigu coins..."
"No!"
Before Chen Mo finished speaking, the other party immediately refused with a cold face.
As a necessity for low-level monks, Bigu Pill is considered as hard currency like spiritual rice and spiritual sand.
Seeing that Wang Lixia was about to close the door, Chen Mo hurriedly continued: "I won't borrow it in vain. From now on, Xiaosheng and I will provide rain on your five acres of spiritual land until the spiritual rice matures?"
"Hmph!" Unexpectedly, the other party still snorted coldly, "It's just raining, and you want to exchange for three Bigu Pills? What? I'm old and frail, am I easy to cheat!"
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Although moving clouds and spreading rain is a big burden for Ling Zhifu, it will take a day to recover the depleted spiritual energy naturally.
If you want to recover faster, you must use spiritual sand!
So, for Ling Zhifu, most of the time and spiritual energy in practice are wasted on taking care of the spiritual field.
What if we don’t do this?
If you have something to eat, you might as well go dig in the black mine!
"No, no, no, fellow Daoist Wang, Xiaosheng is talking about borrowing, not exchanging!" Chen Mo quickly explained, "How about I return it to you when the spiritual rice in my field matures next year?"
This As soon as she said this, Wang Lixia's face suddenly became less ugly.
She looked Chen Mo up and down, was silent for a moment, and said, "Then you won't practice practice for the past three months?"
She knew very well that with the other person's level, taking care of it The 8 acres of spiritual land is already at its limit. Apart from meditating and recovering every day, I can't do anything else at all.
You know, practicing is like sailing against the current. Over time, the other party may never be able to break through to the second level of Qi Refining!
"Then what can we do?" Chen Mo sighed, "We have used up the Bigu Pill, so we can't starve to death, right?"
He didn't say that he was robbed.
You can't talk about this kind of thing casually. Once other spirit growers know about it, they will definitely avoid you like the god of plague.
Who knows if he has offended someone?
No one of these lonely spiritual husbands wants to be contaminated by this kind of karma.
Wang Lixia hesitated for a moment and then said: "The deal is done. After three, three, nine days, I will give you a Bigu Pill, and then I will give you another one every month."
"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your help! ”
Chen Mo bowed his hands and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The problem of Bigu Pill has been solved, and the problem of practicing the art of rain-making has also been solved.
Kill two birds with one stone.
"Cough!"
Wang Lixia coughed dryly. She stood up her crutches tremblingly, pointed at the spiritual field in front of the door, and said, "Just in time, it's time to water the rice in the field."
Chen Mo nodded, walked quickly to the center of the spiritual field, and then made a secret with his fingers.
The rain clouds gather and the weather is favorable.
Half an hour later, as the spiritual energy in his Dantian bottomed out, the five acres of spiritual field also completed this round of rain.
[Rain Spreading Technique +2]
“Not bad, not bad, come back in three days.”
Wang Lixia clasped her hands behind her back and looked at Chen Mo with complicated eyes. After a long while, she returned to the house. , and closed the door.
(End of this chapter)