Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

The uncle smiled innocently: "Come with me, this is all farm manure produced by our family, it is best for farming."

Qin Ye nodded. Feces are precious things. Practitioners who practice fasting naturally do not produce feces. Only ordinary people produce feces, so it is in short supply.

The uncle took him to the cesspool.

"This pit of manure is the richest and smelliest. If Miss Youyou hadn't asked us to do that, we would have used it ourselves long ago. How could we leave it for you..."

Looking at some creature wriggling in the pit and smelling the odor that went straight to his head, Qin Ye almost ascended to heaven on the spot.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he didn't have to earn these fifty silver coins.

Money is hard to earn, shit is hard to eat...

But is he doing this to make money?

He is working hard to make a living!

Even the Ninth Elder is his dung-carrying team leader, what else is there to be dissatisfied about?

Don’t behave well!

He endures it!

Thinking of this, Qin Ye picked up the dung scoop and worked hard to scoop dung into the dung bucket...

He felt nauseous while scooping, but he didn't dare to scoop too fast for fear that the sewage would splash on him. As a result, Qin Ye's efficiency was very low.

After finally filling two buckets of manure, he carried the buckets and walked carefully towards the farmland.

Over there, I saw that the other members of the dung-carrying team had already returned from carrying dung and were standing in a row. I didn't know what they were doing.

"Qin Ye, you are the only one who is slow and indecisive!"

Qin Zhengjiao was worried about his slowness and his impatience and bad temper. If he wasn't afraid that he would knock over the dung bucket, he would have kicked him again.

"Put the shit bucket over there, come and line up!"

Qin Ye felt aggrieved, but he still put the dung bucket aside and walked over.

Only then did I see that Miss Youyou had arrived.

Her face was filled with smiles. "Brothers, you've worked hard. I know the conditions are tough, but farming is like this. You have to be down-to-earth. If you're lazy, the crops won't give you face. Who knows that every grain of rice on the table is the result of hard work..."

Qin Zhengjiao's body trembled.

He knew it, he knew it! Working with Miss Youyou, one can learn a lot.

Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard-earned.

The same goes for absorbing spiritual energy. Every step is hard work. If you plan to give up just because you encounter difficulties, you are worse than a peasant.

Qin Youyou continued, "Therefore, without the accumulation of small steps, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step; without the accumulation of small streams, a river or sea is formed. I hope that you will work hard to overcome difficulties and work together to build a beautiful farmland!"

Qin Zhengjiao was shocked again.

Without taking small steps, one cannot reach a thousand miles; without the accumulation of small streams, one cannot form a river or sea.

Having lived for over a hundred years, he has never heard of a more insightful cultivation technique than this!

When he practiced before, he only knew how to work hard.

He has no idea what hard work is.

Now he understood that if you want to travel a thousand miles, you must start with small steps.

If you want to travel a thousand miles but only eat and don't take a step, it will not work even if you try hard to eat ten thousand bowls of rice.

To form a river or sea, small streams must accumulate.

It won't work if you insist on throwing sand into the river and say you are throwing it very hard.

Direction is very important!

My head buzzed.

My mind suddenly became clear and the barriers were shattered!

He felt that countless spiritual energies were like countless small streams, flowing into the river in his meridians and then into the sea in his dantian!

The head of the family had given him two Tianxiang Pills before. He took one and was promoted to the Great Perfection of the War Sect. He was reluctant to eat the other one and planned to leave half for each of his two children.

He knew that as long as he followed Miss Youyou, it was only a matter of time before he became a War King, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky.

Qin Zhengjiao laughed heartily, "Thank you, Miss Youyou, for your guidance! I'm about to be promoted, hahahaha!"

He took out a flying treasure, jumped on it and flew away.

When going through the thunder tribulation, you must not let the lightning damage Miss Youyou's fields.

The thunderclouds in the sky also flew away with him.

Leaving the rest stunned.

No, what did Miss Youyou just say?

The Ninth Elder was promoted after hearing this?

They slapped their thighs in anger, wishing they could slap themselves twice for not listening carefully!

Besides regretting it, they also felt wronged. After all, it was the first time they had to carry manure in their lives. They had been silently licking their wounded self-esteem, and therefore ignored what Miss Youyou was saying.

Qin Ye was even more confused: Ninth Elder, was promoted?

He had just been staring at the feces spots on his clothes, wondering whether to wash them by hand or throw them away...

As soon as I looked up, you told me that the Ninth Elder had been promoted???

Ninth Elder, promotion?

The Ninth Elder is going to be promoted to War King!

After everyone realized this, their breathing became rapid. They didn't know that their patriarch was already in the late stage of War King, and they thought that the Ninth Elder was the first War King of the Qin family.

Therefore, the look he gave Qin Youyou was so hot that it could burn her to death.

"Ms. Youyou, would you like to teach us again?"

"Yes, Miss Youyou, we are stupid. Please teach us again!"

"Ah?" Qin Youyou was stunned: "I forgot what I just said."

Everyone's eyes gradually became gloomy, having learned the first lesson of the day: opportunities, if missed, will never come back.

They secretly swore that next time, no matter what Miss Youyou said, they would not be distracted again!

Qin Youyou was still confused.

Did I teach him anything?

Is the Ninth Elder suffering from dementia again?

Unexpectedly, dementia has its advantages. My brain circuits are different from those of ordinary people, and I was promoted as soon as I was told to.

There was a rumbling sound of thunder coming from a hill not far away. It was obvious that Qin Zheng was trying to overcome the tribulation.

Qin Youyou was sincerely happy for Qin Zhengjiao, but she felt sorry for him. What was the use of being so strong if he was not in a clear mind.

She sighed.

Taking something out of the mustard bag.

"The ironworks is short-handed these days, so I made all the farm tools myself. They're a little rough, so don't mind."

The family competition is approaching, and the family's weaponsmiths are working hard to forge weapons. The ninth elder serves as the captain of the dung-carrying team during the day, and also has to forge weapons when he returns home at night. He is as busy as a top.

Therefore, Qin Youyou didn't want to trouble them with the farm tools and had to do it herself.

Although she could also buy it outside, she also wanted to take the opportunity to improve her blacksmithing skills. The quantity she made this time was large and not so fine, but it was enough for use.

The guards had long known that Qin Youyou could forge tools, but as a mortal, she probably couldn't forge anything good, let alone just farm tools.

"A dung scoop, a shoulder pole, and two dung buckets." Qin Youyou said as he distributed supplies.

Everyone has the same equipment.

A dung-carrying team has six members and a total of six sets.

Qin Ye also received his own set of tools. Although they were cast by Miss Youyou herself, to be honest, he felt a little disgusted with them.

It’s not as good as the one he is using now. Although it was borrowed from a farmer, at least it doesn’t look so rough.