The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

There is strength in numbers. After about another quarter of an hour, all the weeds in the field were finally pulled out.

The women lined up and walked past Sister Hu to receive their wages for today, 55 spirit beads each.

Sister Hu placed the spirit pearl in their palms and said with a smile, "I still have work to do tomorrow, so please wait for me at the usual place."

Naturally, no one was unwilling to come.

Although pulling weeds is hard work, it is simple and you don’t have to worry about not doing it well.

In addition, there are two spiritual buns to eat at noon and spiritual water to drink, which can also relieve a lot of physical fatigue.

These mortals live in Fuyuan City. Although they do tedious or heavy physical work, they can earn spirit beads to buy low-grade spirit rice and spirit noodles to eat. This kind of enjoyment is not comparable to that of the dignitaries in the mortal world.

Therefore, it can be said that the mortals here are really working hard for three meals a day.

In fact, the food produced by cultivating the wasteland around the mortal settlements also contained a small amount of spiritual energy. However, the spiritual energy in their area was the thinnest, the land was not spiritual farmland, and it could not be irrigated with the spring breeze and rain technique. Therefore, the spiritual energy contained was too small, and no cultivators would be willing to eat it, so the mortals had to eat it themselves.

Compared to the food they produce, the lowest-grade food grown by the monks is almost as delicious as meat.

Of course, due to their physical condition, mortals can only eat the lowest grade of spiritual rice and spiritual noodles. They cannot bear higher grade spiritual rice and spiritual noodles. It is just like mortals cannot bear the medicinal effect of a whole old mountain ginseng.

Xiao Han also received fifty-five spirit beads and put them in his leather pocket.

After Sister Hu left, the women invited each other to hurry home. It was only then that Xiao Han realized that there were several mortal villages, not just the one near Dawan Village.

Two women who lived in the village behind Dayuan Village asked Xiao Han to walk with them so that they could keep each other company.

Xiao Han thought that he still had to collect firewood to cook porridge when he got home, so he just said that he had something else to do and had to go home in a hurry, and then he ran away.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it gets dark later at night. Even for an ordinary person, it would be dark when you get home.

But Xiao Han had no oil lamp and no extra firewood, so her time was very tight.

No matter which way I take, the return journey always feels much closer.

In addition, Xiao Han was in a hurry on the road, so it was still bright when he got home.

She did not go home directly, but went to a nearby barren hill to pick up dry branches and grass. When she had collected enough firewood to cook a meal, she went home.

Then they fetched water and cooked porridge, cooking it over an open-air earthen stove.

These days are almost like surviving in the wilderness.

There was actually some food in the lunch box, but it had already gone bad. Xiao Han threw it all away and cleaned the dishes, so he no longer had to worry about eating.

Alas, it’s not that she doesn’t know how to save, but after eating the spiritual rice and spiritual noodles, it’s really hard for her to swallow the food in the mortal world that has no spiritual energy at all.

It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality!

This time, she cooked more porridge and saved some for breakfast tomorrow morning.

No side dishes are needed, and I still feel full after finishing two small bowls of porridge.

By this time, it was already dark. Fortunately, although Xiao Han's spiritual energy was low, it was still there, and his eyesight was much better than that of ordinary people. In the dark, he rubbed and rinsed his clothes in river water, hung them on a long bench, and began to meditate again.

She had to quickly accumulate enough spiritual power to learn spells, and learn the cleaning spell first.

This spell can save her a lot of trouble.

Sitting upright on the bed, refining and absorbing every bit of spiritual energy that enters the body is really a very boring and patience-testing process.

Xiao Han felt that cultivation was not actually about refining spiritual energy, but more like using spiritual energy to squeeze out a piece of space, and then allowing the spiritual energy to be stored in the squeezed space.

When the stored spiritual energy exceeds a certain limit, the body will form a strong resistance. Once this resistance is broken through, the cultivation level will be elevated to a higher level.

Xiao Han didn't dare to be impatient at all due to his adult rationality. He practiced bit by bit, over and over again.

With the experience of last night, she concentrated on practicing until the second half of the night before she began to pay attention to the weather outside.

Perhaps it was because of her spiritual energy that the expected side effects of back pain and leg soreness after work did not appear.

In addition, she didn't exert herself too much last night, and the immersive practice was actually helpful in nourishing her mind, so she was in good spirits today.

Too lazy to light a fire, she simply ate the cold porridge left over from last night and then went out to work.

It’s still weeding, but the field is changed and the spiritual herbs planted in the field are also different.

Xiao Han didn't recognize any of the spiritual herbs now, so naturally he didn't know their value and efficacy.

In fact, spiritual herbs are not like what is described in those novels about cultivating immortals, where you can pick them whenever you see them.

Each spiritual herb has its optimal medicinal stage. Picking it too early or too late will affect its efficacy. Ordinary cultivators who are not specialized alchemists will not understand the ins and outs of this.

During lunch, Xiao Han called Sister Hu aside and asked about the price of learning cleaning skills.

Hu Linghua didn't ask for too much, and only said that he could teach her for ten spirit stones.

Xiao Han is now like a businessman who owes a large loan to the bank. As long as the bank dares to lend, she will continue to borrow.

I already owe two thousand five hundred spirit stones, so what if I owe ten more? I should learn the cleaning technique first.

It’s a pity that the spiritual energy in her body is too little, and she can’t even perform the cleaning technique.

Sister Hu could only explain to her in detail how to mobilize spiritual power and how to control the spiritual energy to sweep away the dirt and dust on objects.

Xiao Han couldn't perform it immediately, so he could only try hard to remember it.

Fortunately, Sister Hu said that if she didn't remember it, she could teach her again when her spiritual power reached the total amount required to cast spells.

As a result, Xiao Han had another debt of ten spirit stones.

There has probably never been another time traveler like her, who not only failed to make a fortune and stir up trouble in a different time and space, but instead ended up in debt.

Hu Linghua knew that the few spirit beads she earned now were barely enough to make a living, so she naturally would not deduct her pitiful wages.

So at night, Xiao Han returned home with another fifty spirit beads.

But when she returned home today, she found the village head standing in front of her house waiting for her to come back.

"Do you have something to talk to me about?"

While greeting and asking, Xiao Han placed the large bundle of firewood he was holding next to the earthen stove.

Seeing that her originally smooth silk clothes were scratched beyond recognition by the firewood, the village head could not help but say, "If the fairy is short of firewood, you can spend a few spirit beads and ask the children in the village to help you pick it up."

Xiao Han asked casually, "How much does firewood cost?"

She only earned fifty spirit beads a day and didn't dare spend them carelessly. She could pick up firewood herself, so why would she need to spend money on it?

The village head said, "Five spirit beads can buy ten bundles of firewood of your quantity."

Xiao Ha, who had originally not cared, was suddenly moved.

For just five spirit beads, she could skip the firewood-gathering task for ten days. Most importantly, she had already cleared all the dead branches and hay from the nearby barren hills.

Well, then be the master and pay for the firewood.

Xiao Han immediately took out five spirit beads from the leather bag and handed them to the head of the village.

The village head took the spirit pearl and turned to leave. After taking two steps, he suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had not come here to collect firewood.

"Fairy, I'm here to get the sickle you borrowed." The headman turned around and said.

Xiao Han then remembered that he had borrowed a sickle from the headman's house to cut grass when he first arrived, but he had forgotten to return it.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to return it to you."

Xiao Han hurried into the house and took out a sickle.

The village head took the sickle and saw that the weeds around her house had only been cut in a small area in front of the gate. So he said, "Why don't you spend two more spirit beads and hire someone to help you cut the grass around the house."