The faintly cool morning mist drifted slowly through the open Spirit Fields.
The east had only just begun to pale like a fish's belly, and the first ray of dawn had yet to pierce the clouds.
Then, with a creak, the stone house's door was pulled open bit by bit from within. Xu Changqing, dressed in a white robe and wearing a bamboo hat, stepped over the threshold and strolled outside.
He breathed in the fresh air as he stretched lazily.
"Mm~"
"It finally feels a little like autumn!"
"Today is another long-awaited busy day!"
In the doghouse, Wangwang copied him and struck a downward-dog pose.
It underestimated its current size and nearly tore its "home" apart.
It startled Cluck-Cluck, who had been resting with its eyes closed and even making faint rumbling noises, awake in an instant. Its eyes went wide with terror.
Xu Changqing chuckled and shook his head. "Looks like I need to redesign your nest. It was built two years ago, after all, and it can't quite keep up with the changes anymore."
Then he turned his gaze toward the Spirit Fields ahead.
There were now five mu of Grade-Two Spirit Fields outside, and more than a hundred mu of Spirit Fields inside that were close to Grade Three.
He no longer had to agonize over which Spirit Rice should be planted in this mu and which spirit plants should be cultivated in that one.
Before resting last night, he had already thought through all the Spirit Rice and spirit plants that needed to be planted for the third quarter—autumn.
The first and second mu would still be planted with Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice.
The third and fourth mu would grow medicinal herbs with high market demand.
As for the fifth mu, it would naturally be reserved