Li Ping'an stood on the vast Heaven-Reaching Peak, hoe in hand.
A gentle breeze drifted in, blowing toward the hillside.
Winter had passed, and spring had come.
Fresh grass covered the slope, like an immense field of lush green wheat.
Li Ping'an hummed a mountain song as he enjoyed the fresh mountain air.
He swung his hoe and got to work in the fields.
He perceived every blade of grass, every insignificant stone, with perfect clarity.
Qingfeng lazily opened his eyes and watched Li Ping'an bustling about outside the window.
A gratified smile appeared on his face. He really had taken in a fine disciple.
His previous disciples had spent all day doing nothing but cultivating, cultivating...
Their ears had been deaf to everything outside their windows.
As far as Qingfeng was concerned, all those so-called heaven's chosen were bullshit.
A disciple like Li Ping'an, who could cook and farm, was the best kind of disciple.
Qingfeng lazily took a sip of wine and went back to sleep.
Li Ping'an spent almost all his daily leisure time tending, pruning, fertilizing, watering...
He moved from one acre to another, running to the next plot as soon as he finished the first.
Old Ox and Run Tu had been rather busy lately.
Apparently, they had racked up considerable gambling debts and been dragged off to have their kidneys harvested.
Li Ping'an marked out eighteen areas in preparation for large-scale planting, ranging from dozens of acres to over a hundred, or even several hundred.
Vegetables, fruit, rice...
He made full use of techniques such as mixed farming and vertical farming.
One day, Qingfeng and his disciple Li Ping'an went to a tavern for a drink.
They happened to run into Zhang Xiaojing. Enemies always met on a narrow road.
Qingfeng had not forgotten