The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

High-grade spiritual rice, spiritual vegetables, and spiritual eggs—not only are they more delicious and reduce the amount of foul energy in the body after consumption, they can also provide a certain amount of spiritual energy that does not require additional refining. Although the amount is small, if accumulated over time, it is still considerable.

Therefore, wealthy monks can not only enjoy their appetites, but also have the additional benefit of storing spiritual energy. This is one of the benefits of having resource advantages.

After eating this delicious and filling meal, Xiao Han felt that his spiritual power recovered faster this time.

Granny Yuan also told her that if she was thirsty, she could drink rice soup or the spiritual water in the water tank. This made Xiao Han feel that, aside from the lack of money, life here as an insect hunter was simply too easy and comfortable.

After recovering his spiritual energy, he went to the orchard to search for the red-armored flying insects again.

This time, after the spiritual energy was exhausted, nine flying insects were caught.

Seeing that it was getting late, Xiao Han had no choice but to meditate for a while to let some spiritual energy in his body to make the journey easier. Then he said goodbye to Grandma Yuan and walked home.

After hurriedly rushing home, the same thing happened, the same process.

Just seeing the clothes hanging on the long bench made her desperately hope that her spiritual power would be enough to perform the cleaning technique as soon as possible.

I also have to thank Jiang Yaohua for the gold she gave me, which allowed me to buy a lot of clothes in Lingyun City, and I brought them all with me. At least I don't have to worry about replacement clothes.

However, when he was meditating and practicing at night, with the comparison, and feeling the thin spiritual energy here, Xiao Han really wanted to rent a special cave for cultivators to live in. Unfortunately, he had no money, so he could only sigh and look at the houses.

In the following days, Xiao Han went to the orchard to catch insects every day, and helped Grandma Yuan cook a meal at noon. As usual, Grandma Yuan would share half of the meal with her.

But in the next few days, there were no magical eggs to eat, only rice and vegetables.

Two days of vegetables, two days of bitter melon.

On the fifth night, Grandma Yuan told her that starting from tomorrow, she only needed to come early in the morning and work for half a day, so she wouldn't have to cook or eat at noon.

The weather is getting hotter, and red-breasted flying insects are easier to find in the morning. After noon, the temperature rises and they hide under the leaves to cool off, making them difficult to see.

Wandering around the orchard in the afternoon is a waste of time.

Besides, Granny Yuan was on her own and could cook more food at once, put it in her storage bag, and take it out to eat whenever she wanted. But with Xiao Han here, making delicious food for Xiao Han every day would make her feel too kind and uncomfortable.

If I don't provide her with food, I'd feel sorry for this girl.

Eating rice and vegetables with Xiao Han every day would go against his goal of living a life of eating and drinking well, so he simply asked Xiao Han to do the work for half a day.

He didn't have to work for a day, but he also didn't have a meal of high-quality spiritual rice and vegetables. For a moment, Xiao Han couldn't tell whether he was relieved or disappointed.

In fact, she also thought about asking Grandma Yuan to prepare pesticides to kill insect eggs. After all, this is how modern agricultural planting is done.

But Grandma Yuan said that the purple vermilion fruit is used for alchemy, and there must be no poison residue on it. Apart from manually catching flying insects in the early stage and manually searching for grown insect eggs in the later stage, there is no other good way.

Therefore, after the red-armored flies stopped laying eggs, Xiao Han needed to come to the orchard to look for grown-up eggs.

Anyway, she had to work in the orchard for a full month without pay.

Xiao Han had no objection to the conditions he had agreed to.

After all, she had been mentally prepared to live off her savings for a month. She hadn't had much free time these days, so she hadn't even started writing her storybook yet.

Since I don't have to work in the afternoon, I'll start writing my storybook. However, I have to go home for lunch, so the spiritual rice will be consumed even faster.

The five catties of spiritual rice I bought earlier are almost gone, even if I use it to make porridge every day. It's just right that after I finish work tomorrow, I can go to the market and buy another ten catties.

Unexpectedly, it started to rain lightly the next morning. Xiao Han hurried to the mortal market and bought a piece of oilcloth and an oil-paper umbrella, spending twenty-six spirit beads.

I originally wanted to pull up the tarpaulin to make a simple awning to cover the stove, but I didn't have the right wood or bamboo poles to support it, nor did I have the tools to dig the soil and drive the piles, so I gave up.

Finally, they simply covered the remaining pile of firewood with the oilcloth.

After eating the cold porridge left over from last night, I went to work in the orchard with an oil-paper umbrella.

When Granny Yuan saw her coming, she waved her hand and told her to go home. On rainy days, red-armored flies wouldn't come out to lay eggs.

So when Xiao Han returned, he went to the nearest cultivator market and bought ten kilograms of the lowest grade spiritual rice.

Excluding the spirit beads she used to buy rice, oilcloth, and oil-paper umbrellas, she now only had 130 spirit beads left.

Thinking that it would be difficult to cook porridge in her open-air kitchen on a rainy day, she spent another twenty spirit beads and bought four spirit flour buns.

When the rain stopped, I returned home carrying ten kilograms of spiritual rice. I was a little glad that I had spent money to inspect the roof at the beginning. At least now the house doesn't leak anymore.

Not long after I got home, the rain started falling again.

Xiao Han ate a steamed bun for lunch, took out a quill pen, paper, and ink, and began to write in his storybook.

On her way back and forth every day, she was thinking about the storyline.

I have read so many fantasy novels in modern times. Although I can’t remember the specific plots, the routines are too familiar to me.

For example, a former genius becomes a loser, despised by his clan, ridiculed by outsiders, and even broken off by his fiancée. Then the protagonist encounters an opportunity, soars to the sky, and slaps everyone in the face.

This kind of opening would be a cliché in modern fantasy novels, but in this different time and space, it would surely make a splash and arouse the interest of many book fans.

Although Xiao Han was a year away from graduating from junior high school due to family reasons in the modern era, writing novels and stories doesn't necessarily depend on academic qualifications. It's not just about quoting classics, writing smoothly, and having an engaging plot.

However, this may be okay to say in modern times, but in this different time and space, her diploma is really a flaw.

Because she can't write stories in classical Chinese!

However, Xiao Han also considered this point. She decided to write it in plain Chinese. After showing it to the bookstore owner, if he thought the plot was okay, then she could let him rework it in classical Chinese himself or find someone else to rework it. It would be the same.

In order not to disrupt the flow of his thoughts while writing the story, Xiao Han wrote the first draft in modern simplified Chinese characters. After writing 20,000 words, he would write the final draft using this alien language.

Because I had the main plot of the story in mind and knew a little about the storytelling technique of first suppressing and then praising, I wrote the story very smoothly. I finished writing 6,000 words in half a day in the afternoon.

Rubbing his right hand which was a little sore after writing so much, Xiao Han missed modern computers very much.

Forget it, I'd better focus on my training and use my spiritual power and magic to surpass high technology in the future.