The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

At the beginning of summer, sunlight filtered through the thin clouds above the Wuliang Sect's spiritual fields, casting a golden glow across the ground. Willow trees by the fields drooped their emerald green ribbons, swaying gently in the breeze.

Shi Chenbai, leading Zhongli Xiu, Feng Jingchen and Feng Ci, were busy in the paddy fields. Shi Chenbai stood on the ridge of the field, his eyes sweeping across the endless rice fields, thinking about today's work plan in his mind.

Zhongli Xiu and his colleagues shuttled among the seedlings, like a group of hardworking bees, injecting vitality into the land.

"There are still ten acres of rice seedlings to be planted. Jingchen, take Fengci and move the seedlings over to soak in water. We can only plant this acre of land here." Shi Chenbai's voice echoed in the field. His eyes were firm as he pointed at the rice field in front of him. The sparkling water there reflected his resolute face.

Feng Jingchen responded immediately. "Okay, Uncle-Master!" Feng Jingchen agreed, his eyes gleaming with respect for his Uncle-Master and passion for farm work. He turned to Feng Ci and said, "Junior Brother, let's go get the rice seedlings." His figure was like a breeze, carrying Feng Ci towards the rice seedling field.

Feng Ci followed Feng Jingchen, his doubts growing like rice seedlings in a field. He couldn't understand why the inner disciples of the Wuliang Sect had to work in the fields themselves; this was unthinkable in other sects. Coming from an aristocratic family, he had been taught from a young age that inner disciples should focus on cultivation, leaving the rough labor to the outer disciples and servants.

"Senior Brother, when I first started last year, I didn't understand why we had to work by ourselves?" Feng Ci couldn't help but ask, his voice filled with a hint of confusion and curiosity.

"Food is the most important thing for people. Self-sufficiency means having enough food and clothing." Feng Jingchen stopped and turned to look at Feng Ci. His phoenix eyes were very deep, as if he could see through Feng Ci's heart. After briefly answering Feng Ci's question, he continued to fly forward on his sword.

Although Feng Ci didn't quite understand, he nodded. He knew that in Wuliang Sect, every disciple had his own responsibilities and obligations, even the inner disciples were no exception.

The two flew on their swords and arrived at the dry land. Here, Master Lin was using her spiritual energy to power a plow, tilling the land. Her movements were skillful and powerful, each plow stroke digging deep into the soil, turning it soft and evenly.

Seeing that these were the only bundled seedlings left, Feng Ci was about to pull out some more to take away, but Feng Jingchen stopped him, "Junior brother, just take the ones that Uncle has prepared and come back for more after you're done planting. If you take too many at once and don't have time to plant them all, they'll get sunburned and be wasted." Feng Ci nodded obediently after hearing Feng Jingchen's words, "Thank you for the advice, Senior brother."

The two took the seedlings Lin Feixue had prepared and returned to the paddy field, where they immersed the bundles in water. Feng Ci watched Feng Jingchen's movements, and a sense of unprecedented satisfaction gradually rose in his heart, something he had never experienced before in his cultivation.

"Jingchen, you and your third junior brother will be responsible for two acres of land each, Feng Ci and I will be responsible for one acre of land. If I'm done and you haven't... you'd better be careful." Shi Chenbai said lightly, with a barely perceptible smile in his voice.

When Zhongli Xiu heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then he immediately reacted and ran with the seedlings in his arms, shouting, "Brother! I'll go southeast, and you go northeast!"

Feng Ci watched as his master began to control his Qi and plant rice seedlings, dozens at a time, quickly and steadily. He was stunned to think that he had been so diligent in planting one seedling at a time... They hadn't been doing this just now!

"What are you looking at? Planting rice? Do you think I can finish planting mine?" Shi Chen glared at Feng Ci. "The remaining half acre is yours. If your brothers have finished planting and you haven't... you better be careful." Feng Ci saw from afar that his two brothers had already planted an acre of land in the same way. He also tried to imitate his master's Qi control and plant rice, but after planting thirty rice stalks, all of them were crooked.

"Tsk, you want to run away before you even learned to walk. You're already thirty when you get here, you don't have much ability, but you have wishful thinking." Shi Chenbai, who had finished his work and was sipping tea on the side, complained about his own disciple mercilessly.

Feng Ci sensed his master's mockery and diligently returned to work, planting the thirty seedlings. He reduced the number of seedlings he was using his Qi to fifteen, which was a marginal improvement, though a few still needed rework. He reduced the number to ten, and finally there were none. He then went from carefully planting to gradually increasing the speed. Halfway through, he realized his spiritual energy was severely depleted. He immediately meditated to restore his energy, then continued using his Qi to plant. He discovered his spiritual awareness had expanded! He was wrong. He no longer claimed that farm work was unhelpful to his spiritual cultivation!

Two hours later, Feng Jingchen and Zhongli Xiu finished their work. They came to Shi Chenbai nervously to report, and were relieved to see Feng Ci had just finished. They looked at each other and luckily they didn't have to practice any more.

"Not bad. The three of you go get the remaining seedlings and plant the remaining five acres of land." Shi Chenbai instructed. He took a sip of tea, thought for a moment, and said, "The remaining five acres of land can be finished in one hour."

"Yes!" the three responded.

"No drugs allowed." Shi Chenbai said with a smile when he saw the three people answered quickly.

"Yes..." Zhongli Xiu and Feng Ci's faces turned pale for a moment, and then they said bitterly with Feng Jingchen.

The three of them rushed out like arrows, and Shi Chenbai then went to the outer gate to check on the work of the outer gate disciples.

Rapeseed field spiritual field.

In the fields of the Wuliang Sect, besides the busy scene of rice planting, there are also fields of rapeseed waiting to be harvested. Although it lacks the golden color of spring rapeseed flowers, the rapeseed harvest is just as important, as it is one of the indispensable ingredients for daily cooking in the sect.

The morning dew was still hanging on the rapeseed leaves, and the sunlight filtered through the treetops, dappling the fields.

"Wow, with so much rapeseed, the rapeseed oil must be delicious!" Jiang Qingwu's eyes sparkled with excitement. She couldn't help but imagine the delicious feast in the evening. "Brother, let's make a fried food feast in the evening! Golden and crispy fried potatoes, crispy fried fish, fragrant fried pork, and the mouth-watering fried mushrooms and fried chicken!" She became more and more excited as she spoke, as if those delicacies were already in front of her.

"Okay, then tell me how you did it?" Pei Yi smiled, his face full of smiles as he looked at this quirky little sister before him. He secretly marveled at how many wonderful ideas and delicious recipes this little brain of his could hold. Strangely enough, since practicing according to the recipes provided by this little sister, he's practically reached the bottleneck of the late Mahayana stage! This is truly a pleasant surprise.

Jiang Qingwu frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then, like a bamboo tube pouring beans, she told him in detail the fried chicken making steps she had learned from those food bloggers in her previous life. She spoke non-stop, as if she had already memorized these steps.

However, when Pei Yi heard the unfamiliar word "zhafen", he couldn't help but show a puzzled expression and asked, "Junior Sister, what is zhafen?"

Seeing this, Jiang Qingwu quickly explained, "Frying powder can be replaced with flour, but potato starch can also be used." Pei Yi nodded as if she understood, but then asked, "What is potato starch?"

Facing his senior brother's barrage of questions, Jiang Qingwu didn't show any impatience. Instead, he answered patiently, "So-called potato starch is the part that settles at the bottom of the water after you cut potatoes into shreds and repeatedly wash them."

After hearing this, Pei Yi suddenly understood and muttered to himself, "Oh, so that's how it is. Does the same apply to lotus root powder?"

"Wow, senior brother is so smart that he can draw inferences from one example! It's really amazing!" Jiang Qingwu couldn't help but sigh with heartfelt emotion, secretly admiring that he was worthy of being a gifted disciple of Wuliang Sect.

"Brother! I want to drink lotus root powder!" Taking this opportunity, Jiang Qingwu made her small request without hesitation. She blinked her bright eyes and looked at her brother expectantly.

"How should lotus root powder be consumed? Does it need to be cooked first?" asked the senior brother curiously.

"No need! Just pour boiling water over it, stirring gently as you pour, and add a little sugar." Jiang Qingwu explained in detail, her mind already picturing the bowl of sweet and delicious lotus root starch. She couldn't help but swallow, as if the delicacy was right before her eyes. Unaware, Lin Muci, who was listening beside her, was equally rapt, even drooling. She simply couldn't imagine what a delicious combination of fried chicken and lotus root starch her junior master was talking about!

"Uncle Master! I want to eat too!!!" Lin Muci could no longer suppress his inner desire and hurriedly called out to his Uncle Master Pei, fearing that he would be forgotten.

"All of them!" Pei Yi replied with a smile, his tone warm and gentle. He then suggested, "Let's finish the harvest quickly and then return to the oil press."

"Okay!" Lin Muci responded decisively, her voice loud and resolute. She casually dropped the sickle. Just as Jiang Qingwu was puzzled by her action, a startling scene occurred—Lin Muci instantly transformed into her original form, rapidly growing immensely! In Jiang Qingwu's eyes, Lin Muci was now a majestic, giant calico cat, both adorable and majestic.

Lin Muci stretched out his sharp claws, gathered spiritual energy in his claws, and harvested half an acre of rapeseed with one wave. He rolled his tail and threw it to Pei Yi beside him. Pei Yi used his energy to dry it, and then shook it again, and all the rapeseed seeds came out. Seeing this, Jiang Qingwu knew what he didn't understand, and quickly used his energy to catch all the rapeseeds and put them into the Qiankun bag.

In less than a quarter of an hour, they had harvested all the rapeseed with this one-stop service. Pei Yi moved the rapeseed stalks to the rapeseed field, and a little spiritual fire emerged from his fingertips, burning the rapeseed stalks clean. "Junior sister, give me a rain-praying talisman." Jiang Qingwu responded and picked out a rain-praying talisman from the talismans given by the head sister. In an instant, spiritual rain began to fall above the spiritual field.

Seeing that the flames had been extinguished, the three of them stopped work and returned to Sishanlou to prepare for the evening feast.

"Junior Brother Lin, you and your Junior Uncle will press the oil here, and I will go to pickle the spiritual chicken, meat, and process the potatoes. I will also see if I can make lotus root powder." After Pei Yi finished speaking, he rummaged through his Qiankun bag, and in a moment he packed out a pile of spiritual food and began to pickle the meat.

"Junior Master, first watch me squeeze the oil, then you can squeeze it with me." Lin Muci said.

"Okay!" Jiang Qingwu responded.

Lin Muci took out one third of the rapeseed in the Qiankun bag, then wrapped it all in spiritual energy and took it out, continuously compressing it until the ball of rapeseed became five basketball-sized circles. Lin Muci used his luck to move it to the top of the oil tank. Lin Muci opened a small hole for spiritual energy under the ball, and rapeseed oil flowed out of this hole continuously. Lin Muci instantly understood the principle!

She followed suit and took out the rapeseed to extract the oil. During this time, Jiang Qingwu's spiritual energy was a little insufficient. She slowed down and found that her spiritual sense had become wider. If it was a small pond before, it would now be a small fish pond. What she didn't know was that Feng Ci was at the same level as her, but his spiritual sense was only as big as a small puddle... When the system told her this, she was still thinking that it might be because of her profession in her previous life, so her spiritual sense was wider than others?

After two quarters of an hour, they finished pressing the oil, and the remaining residue was collected by Lin Muci and thrown into the dry fields to be used as fertilizer for other spiritual herbs and vegetables.

"I have also marinated them. I will heat up the oil in a pan and fry the potatoes first. But what should I do with the shredded potatoes?" Pei Yi thought about making some fried shredded potatoes for them in the evening.

"Brother! Mix it with potato starch, then roll it into pancakes and fry them until both sides are golden brown! It will be delicious too!" Jiang Qingwu instantly remembered the potato pancakes from his hometown when he heard about shredded potatoes! If only there were Houttuynia cordata and potato cubes mixed like this! "It would be great if there were Houttuynia cordata." Thinking of this, Jiang Qingwu said it.