Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 9 Medicine Field (Please comment!)
Facts have proved that weeding is worthy of being Chen Yu's second-best job--of course, his first job is cooking.

Fishing comes in third.

After the courtyard, within two minutes of effort, the originally messy medicine field was tidied up, and even the compacted soil layer was slightly turned over. The loose and soft soil was flat on the ground, a little yellowed, and it seemed that the fertility was not good. Very full.

Gesticating left and right, he measured the distance with his feet, drew two shallow ditches with a hoe, and divided the small medicine field into three. After thinking about it, Chen Yu walked to the smallest area, squatted down, and held Touch the ground lightly.

In the depths of his consciousness, the waves were turbulent. Having already experienced several times, he was able to drive the waves transformed from mental power to hit the invisible net continuously.

The star-like silver-white inspiration was embedded firmly, but one grain was still picked out under his persistent attack.

Chen Yu stuck his fingers into the soil.

Try to combine inspiration with soil.

As expected, the soil after infusing the inspiration didn't change in any way, neither thickened out of thin air, nor turned black and fat.

Not disappointed, he just watched and sensed the changes in the soil.

After a long time, that ray of light began to dissipate, turning into countless scattered and invisible light spots, like fireworks blooming in the soil layer.

It's just that at this moment, Chen Yu finally waited for the change he wanted.The surprise in his eyes grew stronger.

With the disintegration of the inspiration, what appeared in his sight was another scene that he had never seen before.

The silvery-white light granules are transformed into countless parts, glued to every grain of soil, rotten leaves, dead branches, stones, everything under the soil layer is wrapped.The collapse is still going on, and while the light particles are getting smaller and smaller, the breadth of adhesion is greatly expanding.From one point to another, after each target is wrapped, it will continue to radiate in all directions.

In the end, when the inspiration had become almost imperceptible to Chen Yu, everything froze.

A network constructed of countless silver-white nodes appeared in front of his eyes, covered under the soil layer.

"It can really dilute it!"

Chen Yu tried digging in the soil with his hands again, and found that once the upturned soil left the ground, the diluted inspiration in it would dissipate within half a quarter of an hour.

Completely scattered into the air, no longer noticeable.

After thinking for a while, he stood up, went to the nearby vegetable garden and pulled out two white sticks, and after thinking for a while, he pulled out the Yuchongyi.

Insert gently on the medicine field.Only part of it was released.The rest are planted in the soil that has not been integrated into the inspiration.When transplanting, there is a special distance between the plants in pairs to avoid extrusion due to excessive growth.

Comparing the two, perhaps something can be gained.

Then he leaned against the wall and waited quietly.

Somewhat unexpectedly, after a full two quarters of an hour, the plants are still the same this time, without any changes.

In particular, the few plants on the soil with inspiration are completely different from the previous ones that twitch wantonly when they come into contact with them, and grow rapidly.

"It seems that there will be no results in a while."

It remains to be seen whether the diluted inspiration will have enough of an effect on the target receptors as he imagines.

Chen Yu no longer waited in vain, but returned to the temple and started a routine lunch break.

What I read today is "Guang Yun Lun. Five Elements Book".

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was Shen time, which was around three o'clock in the afternoon.

"I don't know what happened to those earthworms."

Out of curiosity, he took down the bamboo tube that had been hanging on the post. Ever since he decided to make a good fishing rod, these earthworms from weeding and digging had been stuffed in the tube, except for the ventilation hole. day.

Unscrewing the lid, I saw that the soil inside was fine and fine, obviously being drilled often, and it seemed to be a little darker than it was two days ago.

Sure enough, earthworms can enrich the soil.

Thoughts slipped by, Chen Yu thought about putting these earthworms in the medicine garden first?Forget it, let’s release the vegetable garden. There is still a clue in the medicine field. Maybe this group of guys will come up with something. What if they wake up and find themselves surrounded by a group of earthworm kings...

Thinking about that scene makes me shudder.

Speaking of the Earthworm King, he set his sights on another bamboo tube next to him.

After opening it, the other party's straight body was still stiff, and there was still no trace of corruption.

Does the inspiration have a fresh-keeping effect?

This feeling is good.He thought wildly, turning his attention back to his eyes.I originally wanted to use this dead earthworm king to fish, and try to see if there are dragons, jiao, etc. hidden under the deep pools in the ravines, as in the legend, but the fishing rod did not fall, and I don’t know if I put it down again. How long, I can only find a way to deal with it first, so as not to drag out an earthworm zombie after a long delay.

In other words, is the earthworm injected with inspiration still an earthworm?
Can you really fish?Fish will not be disgusted...

Maybe it was really sleepy in spring and tired in summer. As the willow trees on the mountain path began to sprout, Chen Yu felt that his head was more and more fond of wild thoughts.

Thoughts are like those willow catkins, you can't tell when they will float to the sky, and you can't take them back.

In the end, Chen Yu still took the bamboo tube, turned it upside down in the vegetable garden, and patted the bottom twice.

Beep!
The soil flew down, and the earthworms wrapped in it fell one by one, and some balls formed into balls, rolling on the ground.

It can be clearly seen that these earthworms are much thinner than when they were caught. Chen is good at cooking and farming, but he is still a pure novice in raising them.

The kind that didn't even enter the door.

He took a hoe and dug the soil to cover the earthworms scattered on the ground, so that these little guys would not be exposed to the sun and die in the sun after finally escaping from the tiger's mouth.

After dealing with this, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have missed something - although he didn't put any living things into the medicine field, there are still a lot of small bugs in the soil.

Fortunately, the inspiration doesn't have the danger of attracting other creatures, so it shouldn't be a big problem to leave it overnight.

"I hope that tomorrow I won't be surrounded by a group of bugs the size of a fist."

It turns out that reality is always mediocre.

When I got up the next day, not only were there no insects, but most of the transplanted plants in the medicine field were dead.

It is estimated that Chen Yu's workmanship was too poor, and the roots were severely damaged.

After one night, half of it wilted immediately, and some of the leaves in the remaining half turned yellow. As for the few jade worm clothes, they were even more rickety, and none of them survived.

He focused on observing the innermost corner of the medicine field, where a grain of inspiration was planted, and at the same time, most of the plants planted on it were also killed. Only a big white stick was still struggling to support it, and he didn't know when it would die.

Squatting down and concentrating on the perception, he could vaguely feel the fluctuations of the inspiration in the soil layer by virtue of his mental strength far exceeding that of ordinary people and his natural fit with the inspiration.

The net I saw yesterday was already in disrepair, tattered and tattered, and most of the inspiration that entered the soil evaporated after a whole night.

The only surviving big white root is still the same, with no change in size and color.

Failed again?

not at all.

The fragmented spiritual network is indeed about to collapse completely, but what can be clearly seen through the layers of the earth is that one node after another is constantly converging towards a certain place.

It's the big white stick that's in trouble

The inspiration is condensed in the center of the rhizome, forming a ball, like a cloud like fog, and something seems to be brewing between the tumbling.

Chen Yu tried his best to see clearly, the next moment, Wang Yang in his consciousness seemed to be affected, and his eyes suddenly crossed the leaves and stems, piercing them.

He saw it.

It was a whiff of milky white air.

　On that day, Chen Yu finally remembered his division.

　　Martial arts?Practice ass! (excited face)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)