Spirit Fields (Thanks to Passing Traveler for the Alliance Leader reward~)
There were a hundred trades in the path of cultivation.
The Nine Provinces were vast, with different customs in different regions. Cultivators lived off the mountains when they were near mountains, and off the waters when they were near waters, adapting to local conditions and making their livelihoods through countless trades.
Spirit Farmers tilled the land and planted Spirit Rice and other crops, which was one of the hundred trades of cultivation.
Immortal City was mountainous and had no farmland. The Spirit Grain and Spirit Rice they ate were all bought from an immortal city to the west that made its living by cultivating Spirit Fields.
In all his life, Mo Hua had never seen such a vast expanse of Spirit Fields.
South of Qianjia Town, the Spirit Fields stretched out in patches, arranged in a grid, covering roughly a hundred qing.
Within the Spirit Fields were bluish-green rice shoots, with misty water vapor filling the air.
The sky was high and distant, white clouds drifting leisurely. The rice fields were rich and fertile, sprawling endlessly like a jade carpet spread toward the horizon.
Where the blue sky met the Spirit Fields in the distance stood layer upon layer of mountains veiled by clouds and mist.
Mo Hua took a deep breath. The air was crisp and clear, leaving him refreshed and at ease. His eyes brightened slightly as realization suddenly came to him.
For a moment, Mo Hua stood speechless.
His son and daughter-in-law had gone elsewhere to earn a living, and only came back once every year or two.
A glance, a few strokes, and it was fixed?
Mo Hua was slightly startled and asked worriedly:
The old man's face was full of guilt.
Or perhaps the