Ever since Miao Ruolan became pregnant, she had felt unwell all over.
Her waist felt as though a stone were hanging from it, sore and heavy, while her legs often swelled.
She was leaning against a soft pillow, massaging her calves again and again with both hands.
Hearing Jiang Fu'an ask about Spiritual Soil, she asked in surprise:
"Why are you suddenly asking about that? Was some family's Spiritual Soil stolen?"
Jiang Fu'an moved her legs onto his lap and took over the massaging.
"It was over at Clear Dew Mountain. The Spiritual Soil in the Wang Family's Spiritual Fields was dug clean overnight."
As he kneaded with neither too much nor too little force, he told her the entire story.
"Clear Dew Mountain's Spiritual Fields?"
Miao Ruolan thought back for a moment, then shook her head.
"I've inspected those fields before. Once the Spiritual Soil is dug away, it cannot recover on its own.
"Unless they irrigate it with the mountain's Spirit Spring water every day, perhaps it can recover after several decades.
"Only Spiritual Fields located atop a Spiritual Vein, or right beside one, can gradually recover through daily nourishment from spiritual energy."
Having said that, she sighed.
"The Wang Family was far too careless. A hundred mu of Spiritual Fields, gone just like that.
"When our family used to look after Spiritual Fields, we specifically assigned people to stand watch at night."
Jiang Fu'an deeply agreed. Such a good plot of land had been completely ruined just like that.
He had originally entertained the thought of buying it, but that notion was completely extinguished now.
As for buying it and irrigating it with Spirit Spring water, he had no such intention.
The Wang Family had spent more than thirty years cultivating it in the first place.
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