Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 117 A Good Hand in the Field

Wei Xi held a piece of bread in his mouth and walked along the mountain road he was about to walk.

Speaking of which, the disciples of Qingcheng Sect are really patient. Wei Xi has been away for more than two months, and no one has swept the mountain gate.

Wei Xi spent most of the day cleaning after he came back.

However, the summer and autumn in Qingzhou are extremely short. When Wei Xi left, the snow at the foot of the mountain had just melted, and now it is the end of autumn on the mountain again.

No wonder Qingzhou is poorer than Xizhou. At least the crops in Xizhou can grow longer.

Wei Xi, who was scouting the area to the extreme, carried a broom and walked into the yawning crowd.

"You got up so early to sweep the floor?"

Wei Xi lent the broom to Lian Gouqie, who was almost unable to stand. The latter quickly took it and used it to lean on - he was really too sleepy.

Qin Feng was not sleepy. She usually just finished her morning lessons at this time. However, she was a little absent-minded and looked a little listless.

Do you think Wei Xi is comfortable? No, Wei Xi is the most uncomfortable. It’s not that she can’t stay in crowded places, but when strangers stand too close to her, she feels uncomfortable all over.

Fortunately, Senior Sister Xie showed up on time, and the dozens of people instantly quieted down and spontaneously formed a square formation.

"Everyone," Senior Sister Xie waved her hand, and a huge ball of flame suddenly rose in the air. From it, dozens of red sickles gradually solidified. "The autumn harvest is urgent and the task is heavy. I would like to thank all the junior brothers and sisters here in advance."

"Our sect grows a special variety. Everyone, take the sickles first, and then follow your respective team leaders. They will explain the precautions to you." After Senior Sister Xie said this, she pinched a magic spell, and the sickles were distributed to everyone in order.

Wei Xi and the other two were assigned to the team led by Qi Tangdi. She was the eldest disciple of Elder Qingniu and also Zheng Xing's senior sister. She looked less than 30 years old.

Bagua King Lian Gouyu was now more energetic. He approached mysteriously and whispered to Wei Qin and the others, "Qi Tangdi was once a disciple of Nanjiang Daizong."

"Besides that, there are rumors that she was married in Daizong, but later divorced that person. She had no place to stay in Daizong, and it was Elder Qingniu who accepted her as a disciple, so she no longer had to wander around."

At first, Qin Feng listened attentively, but when he heard that it was someone else's private matter, he frowned and said, "Stop making assumptions all day long. Don't talk nonsense when you don't know whether other people's affairs are true or not."

Lian Gou knew that Qin Feng was a man who was influenced by the books of sages and philosophers, and he also knew that he liked to gossip, so he used his free hand to pinch his mouth.

Seeing him like this, Qin Feng softened his tone again, "Don't even mention that she's our senior sister. Even ordinary people shouldn't make such baseless comments behind her back."

Wei Xi's evil spirit started to show, and he began to scare Lian Gouyu again, pretending to be serious and saying, "The customs in Nanjiang are very different from ours in the northern border. If you talk nonsense like this, you might run into someone from Daizong one day and lose your tongue."

"It's such a coincidence." Lian Gouqie still wanted to laugh. Just as he was about to refute Wei Xi, he saw the other party smile slightly, and was horrified.

Wei Xi said, "Didn't we just run into a few people from Nanjiang in Sucheng? Who knows, they might just show up while you're talking about it."

After saying this, Wei Xi switched back to autistic mode and listened attentively to Senior Sister Qi's explanation of precautions.

Finally, Qin Feng made the sweating Lian Gouqie listen attentively, and the matter came to an end.

Qi Tangdi led her team to the plot of land under her charge, completely unaware that she had just become the center of conversation in a small group. "This field is about 45 acres, planted with a new variety of winter wheat, which can only be harvested with a fire-hardened sickle. Thank goodness your Senior Sister Xie is here."

Upon hearing this, Wei Xi weighed the sickle in his hand, which had turned dark red and was slightly hot - was this also within the range of arson?
"The rest is just like harvesting ordinary wheat, except for one thing: the wheat must be harvested before the first snow. Otherwise, most of it will melt along with the snow in the spring," Senior Sister Qi said, stroking her temples. "That's the downside of this variety."

"A team consists of sixteen people. Four of them are responsible for transporting the wheat, and the rest are responsible for harvesting it."

Upon hearing this, Wei Xi's eyes went dark. When he was at home, he could only harvest one acre of wheat a day by himself. This would take at least three days.

Besides, it was impossible for all of these Qi-refining cultivators to be skilled. At least, they wouldn't need more people to carry the wheat. Wei Xi forced himself to be strong, because after all, cultivators could still use the transport mantra.

Then came another problem - Wei Xi had been lying down too much before and she hadn't learned the art of moving.

In other words, Wei Xi could only harvest wheat in the field with the scorching heat on his head and the burning sun on his back.

What kind of immortal am I cultivating? Wei Xi thought expressionlessly.

But this matter was related to next year's food rations after all, so Wei Xi cheered up, took out the cloth strips he had prepared last night, and wrapped them around the three sickles resignedly.

Less than a quarter of an hour after the Mao hour, everyone arrived at the wheat field that needed to be harvested.

Before my eyes was a vast expanse of frosty wheat ears, with the heads of the wheat ears touching each other, stretching toward the horizon. It looked as if the earth had secretly hidden a field of snow for years, or as if a field of winter had been sealed away.

Wei Xi finally understood what her senior sister meant by the new variety. She touched the wheat nearby and felt a chill.

The small group of people dispersed on their own accord, with Wei Xi sitting in the middle to make it easier for the other two to copy their homework.

He crossed his legs, bent over, grabbed the wheat, and swung the sickle, all in one go, as smoothly as flowing water.

Wei Xi: It’s like going home.

In order to avoid dying of exhaustion in Yizhangyuan, Wei Xi slowed down his pace.

In this way, even Gou Xie and Qin Feng were left behind by her.

When Wei Xi turned around to look for them, she found that the two guys were about two meters away from her, cutting wheat with grunts and sighs.

When he lowered his head, he saw the wheat stubble behind him was neatly arranged, forming a tragic contrast with the ridges on both sides that looked as if they had been gnawed by dogs.

"This is too tiring," Lian Gouyu straightened his back quickly, "My waist is about to break."

Qin Feng supported his thighs with his hands, bent over and refused to get up. "If I get up, my waist will hurt again. I didn't even get this tired when I was training martial arts."

"I've only been mowing for half a day, and I'm already so tired," Qin Feng muttered. "Aren't those tenants on my farm even more tired?"

Lian Gouqie originally wanted to complain about her having a farm, but he was busy catching his breath and missed the best opportunity to mock her.

"I remember they were there to pay rent, and there were also some temporary workers, five hundred coins a day..."

Wei Xi leaned over and began to cut the wheat again. "This price is quite high. Our family only makes 300 coins a day."

This time it was Qin Feng's turn to be breathless. "Only three hundred coins? I wouldn't do this job even if I was offered three taels per mu."

Wei Xi was cutting the grass in the front, and the other two were chasing after him. When it was time for lunch, the three of them stopped to get lunch.

Lunch was pies made in the kitchen, and the three of them ate them while sitting on the edge of the field.

"What's wrong with you?" Wei Xi pointed at the red rash under Qin Feng's sleeve.

　The sect fights monsters, gets to know some people and develop relationships. It's about ten chapters away from the next dungeon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)