"Hoe the grain beneath the noonday sun, sweat dripping into the soil below; who knows that every grain upon the plate was won through bitter toil!"
Wang Chen rolled up his sleeves and stared at the wildly growing weeds in the Spirit Field, killing intent boiling in his eyes.
You lowly weeds are my mortal enemies!
A total of fifty mu of mid-grade Spirit Fields had been opened up on the estate that now belonged to him.
According to the General Affairs Hall's requirements, Wang Chen could currently only use these Spirit Fields to grow Yellow Millet Rice and Black Sesame Rice.
Both Yellow Millet Rice and Black Sesame Rice were mid-grade rice varieties. The former contained more spiritual energy, and regular consumption could calm the mind and settle the spirit.
Black Sesame Rice, on the other hand, could strengthen one's physique and invigorate the blood and qi, though it contained slightly less spiritual energy than Yellow Millet Rice.
The two types of Spirit Rice were basically priced the same.
Since this was Wang Chen's first time cultivating mid-grade Spirit Fields, he bought both varieties of rice seed, intending to plant twenty-five mu of each and make adjustments later according to the harvest.
Now that he had the rice seeds and spiritual fertilizer, and had mastered the Fertilization Art and Growth Art to the beginner level, everything was ready save for the east wind—once the weeds were cleared, he could begin sowing.
Just in time to catch the last carriage of autumn plowing!
But this was no easy task.
These fifty mu of Spirit Fields were fully five times the amount of land Wang Chen had cultivated back in the Outer Sect.
More importantly, these mid-grade Spirit Fields had lain fallow for quite some time. All kinds of weeds had