"Mm, you may rise!" Xiao Hua helped the two of them up, then said to Xue Xue, "Wife, I'll have to trouble you to look after this rice with the old man and the others. Your husband will go out and find some food!"
"Alright!" Seeing that there was something she could do, Xue Xue was delighted as well. She urged Xiao Hua to leave, then stored the rice in her storage bag and led Madam Qian and the others down into Fan Manor.
Leaving Fan Nong and the people of Fan Manor to deal with the rice, Xiao Hua flew into the air with a heart full of worries and headed toward Yu City, which he had passed by before. His divine sense entered his space once more.
At this moment, the many puppets within the space were all in motion, reclaiming the remaining land plot by plot. Each plot had a puppet responsible for planting and harvesting rice. Xiao Hua's space had always been beneficial to the growth of spirit herbs; ordinary rice like this could mature in no more than an hour or two. Yet the rice seedlings Xiao Hua had taken earlier from Fan Nong's terraced fields were truly too few. Moreover, although Xiao Hua had asked Fan Nong how to grow rice, the method was unexpectedly different from what he remembered! He had no choice but to channel the pool water he had obtained from Mo Ran Black Forest into these fields, turning them into paddies. Only then did he begin directing the clumsy puppets to try planting! These puppets, which would make ordinary Qi Cultivation cultivators tremble with fear, were now doing the work of mud-legged farmers. If that Mo Qingyuan learned of this, he would probably fly all the way from the northern