At dawn, a ray of light crested the mountain ridge and fell across the slope of the Low Hill.
Chen Mu got up, washed, and made breakfast.
After eating ten Roasted Meat Wraps, drinking two cups of Secret Herbal Tea, and gnawing on a Horned Crisp Melon, he leisurely made his way down the hill.
In the Yellow Sprout Rice Field, cotton-like Spirit-Disturbing Miasma appeared with the sunlight and slowly dissipated.
Chen Mu strolled through the Yellow Sprout Rice Field, accompanied by the Five Ghosts.
From time to time, a clump of well water or bone meal appeared out of thin air.
Any weeds that had just sprouted from the ground vanished abruptly the moment Chen Mu spotted them.
After walking back and forth along the narrow fields several times, he had finished tending the ten mu of Yellow Sprout Rice Fields.
He then went to the newly rented ten mu of land on the other side of the Low Hill and repeated the process.
By the time he returned to the Low Hill courtyard, only half a shichen had passed. He spent another quarter of an hour tending the Eggplant Night Grass on the west side of the courtyard.
Most of the day's work was done.
Then Chen Mu comfortably lay back in his Rocking Chair, humming a tune as he drank tea. "Nice..."
On the flat top of the western stone wall, an Iron Lotus Seed stood perfectly still, like a prisoner tightly bound and waiting to be shot.
The next instant, black-red light flashed. The Iron Lotus Seed popped out of existence, leaving only scattered tiny fragments glowing faintly red with heat.
To its right stood another row of identical Iron Lotus Seeds awaiting execution.
Chen Mu held a teacup in his left hand while a