The Immortal King has a farming system (Quick Transmigration)

Chapter 400 Eight

Yun Mo obediently returned to his room. He found that he had a fever on the way and deliberately did not take medicine, just to prepare for not going out for the next month.

The family encountered problems one after another, but they were still able to find money to send three boys to school and bought land. This would definitely arouse jealousy. He attributed the origin of the money to ginseng. Cui's father and mother would definitely not hide it. After all, in their minds, they had already bought the shop and were only afraid that the money would be spent, so there was nothing to worry about.

In order to match the offer of exchanging ginseng for money, Yun Mo even went to exchange ginseng for money. The hundred-year-old ginseng nourished by spiritual energy in his space was only exchanged for a hundred taels of silver in this small town. This was the price paid by a wealthy family in the town who was in urgent need of the hundred-year-old ginseng.

The tribesmen would surely be suspicious if they knew he was exchanging ginseng for money, and would inevitably come to question him. Yun Mo didn't want to deal with them, so he simply took advantage of the high fever to avoid it and let Cui's father wander around. Anyone with ulterior motives would have thought twice after seeing Cui's father's feet. Could they afford the price of going up the mountain?!

Yun Mo lay peacefully on the bed and closed his eyes after drinking the medicine. The spiritual energy in this world was so thin that it was almost non-existent, but there was still some, otherwise how could all things survive. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but he had actually started practicing. Even if he was only at the first level of Qi training, it was enough to save his life in this world.

He hid peacefully in the house for a month, but that same day, Cui's father was pushed in a wheelchair by a younger member of the clan to buy land and then went to the clan leader to get permission.

Early the next morning, he hired people to tidy up the land again, hoping to plant beans as soon as possible, but was stopped by Yun Mo.

Yun Mo taught him how to choose seeds and how to make fertilizer. Yun Mo instructed him orally, and Cui's father found someone to practice. First, he spread the pesticide prepared by Yun Mo on the ground, turned the ground over, soaked the seeds in the medicine prepared by Yun Mo for half an hour, and then spread the fertilizer and planted beans.

Although he worked as hard as a tiger, he still planted the beans nearly two months later than others. Father Cui was worried and wished he could live in the field every day until the beans sprouted.

He ran to the field with a crutch, and after a careful inspection, he immediately smiled happily. The germination rate of beans was at least 30% higher than that of others, and the sprouts were vigorous, without any sick or crooked bean.

Father Cui returned home happily.

Father Cui: "Da Lang, your method is effective. The germination rate is 30% higher than before."

Yun Mo: "The method I taught you is specially developed for dry land"

Yun Mo: "As long as it's dry land, this method will work."

Yun Mo filled the last shovel of soil, threw away the shovel and went to wash his hands.

Father Cui: "Is this a jujube tree?"

Yun Mo: “Yeah”

Yun Mo: "Let's try this new method and see if it works."

Yun Mo took the scissors and trimmed the branches. Father Cui asked: "Where did you get these scissors?"

The scissors Yun Mo used were the kind that he had pulled out from space and were specifically used for trimming branches. They were completely different from the pair that Cui's mother brought as a dowry and were used to cut threads on fabrics.

Yun Mo: "I made it specially to prune branches."

Yun Mo: "I also made a machete, the kind used to chop branches."

Yun Mo: "We are out of firewood at home, you can go and chop some for me."

Father Cui: "How much do you want?"

Yun Mo: "It's OK as long as it's easy to use."

Cui’s father: “…”

Iron is a controlled product, expensive, and strictly controlled. You can't just forge whatever you want. Father Cui wanted to say something, but seeing Yun Mo's indifferent expression, he gave up the urge to lecture. Anyway, it's back, so it's his. Ironware is hard to come by these days, and you definitely wouldn't push it out after it's already at home.

Yun Mo: "Father, does anyone own the wasteland behind our house?"

Cui's father: "That's something no one wants."

Father Cui: “What?”

Father Cui: "You want it?"

Yun Mo: “I have that idea.”

Father Cui: "You should give up that thought."

Father Cui: "That piece of land stretches for 50 miles, and I don't know how many dead vines and old trees are growing on it."

Father Cui: "The roots of those old trees are dozens of meters deep in the ground."

Cui's father: "The clan leader had also set his sights on that piece of land before."

Cui's father: "Finally, I gave up"

Father Cui: "It's because those old tree roots are too difficult to deal with." Yun Mo: "As long as you have the tools, old tree roots will not be a problem."

Father Cui: "When are you going to start?"

Yun Mo: "You're not going to stop me?"

Cui's father: "You can only know whether something will succeed or not by doing it"

Cui's father: "Just do it if you want to."

Cui's father: "If you don't succeed, just don't cry"

Yun Mo was silent for a moment, then shook his head and laughed.

Yunmo: "Wait for autumn"