Harvest

"I'll go prepare right away." Seeing that Fei Shuhe's complexion had improved, Nanny Sun went back into the house and called for maids and guards. After preparing a whole bunch of things, she went out with Fei Shuhe.

Fei Shuhe, wearing a seven-jeweled veil, stood atop the massive head of Mystic Falcon. The mountain breeze was refreshing, but it did little to dispel her worries.

The Mystic Falcon pierced through the clouds, soaring over a field of white spiritual plants. Below were the white alfalfa plants that Zhou Yixiu had planted this year, and they looked to be growing well, promising a good harvest.

This white alfalfa shouldn't be allowed to mature too much; it's most valuable when it's in its early flowering stage, when it's full of sap. The time difference between the initial flowering stage and the end of the flowering stage is only a few days, making it a kind of Spirit Plant that needs to be harvested urgently.

Therefore, regardless of the Chongming Sect or status, all cultivators of the Chongming Sect who had entered the Dao were invited by Zhou Yixiu to join in the harvest.

Even Pei Yi and Yuan Jin, the two major sources of income, had to temporarily stop their work, because while they could wait, the white alfalfa couldn't wait even a moment longer.

Fei Shuhe's beautiful eyes narrowed as she spotted a somewhat familiar figure among the working crowd.

At this moment, Fei Household's eldest son-in-law was wearing a towel and holding a sickle, his movements as practiced as an old farmer, his face full of the joy of a bountiful harvest.

"I didn't expect Junior Brother Zhou's white alfalfa to grow so fast." Only a few days after Sect Leader Kang Da returned from Pingrong County, and with the reconstruction of Chongming Market just being arranged, he hadn't even had time to recover from his injuries when Zhou Yixiu urged him to come to the fields.

Despite being nearly seventy years old, this junior apprentice is usually cautious and prudent in his actions, treating all the younger generation with warmth and kindness, and rarely even raising his voice.

However, when it comes to matters of spiritual fields Spirit Plant, Zhou Yixiu dares to speak his mind and act with great confidence, even when facing the Sect Leader Kang Da.

Kang Dabao suppressed his resentment, flicked his fingers, and the sickle flew out of his hand.

This seemingly powerful slash only managed to cut off a handful of alfalfa about the thickness of a child's arm before the sickle, now completely powerless, returned to Sect Leader Kang Da's hand.

Harvesting most common Spirit Plant is such a laborious task.

Most of the magical Law Artifact used by cultivators have their own elemental attributes. Using them for harvesting will contaminate the Spirit Plant with impure energy, which requires a great deal of effort to remove.

Therefore, apart from proper farming masters like Zhou Yixiu who have long-term cultivation techniques, cultivators who are not familiar with the farming path can only use the scythes specially made by weapon makers to balance the five elements.

The reason why Spirit Plant can be called "spiritual" is that they are different from ordinary grasses and trees.

Those cultivators who did not understand the art of harvesting had not mastered the techniques, so they could only rely on brute force to reap the harvest.

Therefore, even if the farmer's own cultivation level is far lower than that of the cultivators who come to help, the efficiency in the fields is still much higher.

Sure enough, Kang Rongquan, a little boy, grabbed a handful of alfalfa and deftly swung his sickle, cutting a large bunch of alfalfa to the ground.

Despite his young age and only Qi Refining Second Layer, his alfalfa harvesting speed far surpassed that of Sect Leader Kang Da, and even Jiang Qing, standing to the side, couldn't keep up with him.

Mo Ku was working especially hard among the crowd at this time. He usually spent his days in the fields and rarely had the opportunity to see his sect masters.

Today is a rare opportunity for him to shine, so he naturally needs to take it seriously.

The ambitious Han Yundao pointed to the alfalfa field and shouted to his fellow disciples, "Let's each contribute one Spirit Stone. Whoever finishes harvesting their own acre of alfalfa first will win the prize, shall we?"

"Okay, okay! I agree, I agree!" Kang Rongquan's round face lit up with joy, and he was the first to jump up.

"Go away, you and Junior Brother Mo Ku don't count, you should both be referees." Pei Que, standing next to the chubby boy, flicked his butt with a handful of alfalfa.

The chubby boy remained unconvinced, muttering something under his breath.

Mo Ku on the other end quickly agreed. This was a rare opportunity for him, an outsider, to be called upon twice in one day by his teachers and senior brothers. It was a rare chance to get closer to his fellow disciples, and he couldn't miss it.

Zhou Xinran chuckled. Although she didn't have Master Jia's talent, she had been following Zhou Yixiu for many years and had absorbed some of his knowledge. Her speed was much faster than that of the group of fellow disciples in front of her.

She was cheerful and generous, and immediately said, "Then I am truly unworthy of the Spirit Stone from you brothers!"

Ji Wuwu, standing to the side, kept his head down and silently increased his speed a little more.

Life is tough for Rogue Cultivator. In his early years, he did odd jobs in many places. Although he is now struggling with bed work, he is very good at harvesting Spirit Plant. He is determined to earn these Spirit Stones.

Wei Gu, who was standing next to him, was also working hard. Han Yundao suggested that whoever won would receive some Spirit Stone as a reward.

Wei Gu finally had a stable place to stay, and he was even thinking about hiring a cultivator as his wife, so it was the perfect time to save up for the dowry. But the old man Ji Wuwu was really fast, making Wei Gu sweat profusely with anxiety.

What should have been a dull and tiring job was transformed into a lively and exciting one by the young men's competition, even inspiring Zhou Yixiu, a seasoned farmer, to join in the enthusiasm.

He even sang a song, his voice deep and resonant, his tone weathered, like an ancient xun (a type of ancient Chinese wind instrument) echoing through the fields. "Both square and black, both firm and good, neither chaff nor weed."

As he sang, Zhou Xinran on the other end smiled and joined in, singing a nursery rhyme her father had taught her since childhood, its melody like a gentle stream. "Get rid of the weevils and thieves, so they won't harm my young fields. The God of Agriculture is divine, bestowing upon them the fiery fire."

The weariness of the other cultivators seemed to be lessened by the father and daughter's song. Their bodies, previously depleted of spiritual energy, were invigorated by the joy of the harvest, and they too softly joined in the chanting. "In the southern fields, the field overseer is overjoyed. They come to offer sacrifices, with their red and black herbs, and their millet and sorghum. To offer and to worship, to pray for great blessings. To offer and to worship, to pray for great blessings."

Among all the cultivators, Yuan Jin's expression was the most exaggerated. After temporarily leaving the instrument room where he couldn't bear to take his eyes off it for a moment, he seemed to suddenly become lively again, regaining his usual playful and cheerful personality, and singing the most enthusiastically.

Seeing him like this, the younger generation also let loose their true nature, laughing heartily as they harvested the produce.

In an instant, the white alfalfa field was filled with the laughter of the Chongming Sect members, making it seem more like an outing than a day of labor.

Laughter echoed upwards through the clouds. Nanny Sun seemed tempted, the maids exchanged bewildered glances, and the guards scoffed.

This scene of Yixin and enthusiasm did not affect Fei Shuhe on the Mystic Falcon. Faced with this idyllic pastoral scene, her reaction was indifferent.

At this moment, in her eyes, Kang Dabao's face was covered with large beads of sweat, and his ill-fitting clothes were stained with red soil. He looked just like those country bumpkins she had seen at the Fei Household manor.

Lacking both nobility and dignity, he certainly had nothing to do with the ideal match in the eyes of noble ladies.

Fei Shuhe never imagined she would marry such a husband. However, fate played a cruel trick on her. The adults in her family made a foolish move that angered the Earl of Nan'an, ultimately ruining her life.

Marrying into a wealthy family was the best path for noblewomen like her, but now that path was blocked. Fei Shuhe saw no hope in this husband.

That left only a path full of thorns to walk.

She gently closed her beautiful eyes and softly instructed, "Return home. I need to go back to cultivate."

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