A story of a peasant girl from a poor family

Chapter 6 Eight Kinds of Spiritual Roots
After Lin Luo and Erni made an appointment to hunt pigweed together the next day, they went to Fang's house.

Liu Chunhua was very satisfied with Lin Luo's beating pigweed, but she never showed anything and was still very picky.

It's not that Liu Chunhua doesn't have the money to hire servants to take care of Fang Li. Her dowry still has a lot of things from before. Although it's not as good as everyone else's, it's not too bad.

The reason why Lin Luo and Tang Yuan were asked to serve her was to satisfy her mentality of being a wealthy old lady, and to save money for taking care of her son.

After having Tang Yuan, Liu Chunhua no longer needs to worry about her son, nor does she need to worry about who should do the chores at home.

When Lin Luo walked into Fang's house, she immediately saw Liu Chunhua lying on the rocking chair.

As for Tang Yuan, he was pinching her shoulders.

"Heavier for me, haven't you eaten yet!"

Even if Tang Yuan carefully squeezed Liu Chunhua's shoulders, she would still criticize her.

It's not that it's heavy, it's that it's light, anyway, it's not right anywhere.

Lin Luo pursed her lips, and slowly lowered the large back strap behind her on the idle stone mill.

It was still very hot to go out for a trip. Even after eating some plums, Lin Luo wanted to drink water after walking down the mountain for so long.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Lin Luo put down the strap, she was stopped by Liu Chunhua before Lin Luo had time to go to the kitchen to drink water.

"What are you doing? What are you doing in the kitchen? What do you want to steal?"

After asking three times in a row, Tang Yuan hesitated to speak.

Lin Luo glanced at Liu Chunhua lightly. On weekdays, Liu Chunhua kept her and Tang Yuan as if guarding against thieves, and did not leave anything in the kitchen at all.

Even if there are good things, they are hidden in her own room.

Now that Liu Chunhua said such a thing, she really didn't think she was guilty.

"Grandma, I'm just thirsty and want to drink some water."

"Don't bluff people, there is so much water to drink outside, if you insist on going to the kitchen, what are you trying to steal!" Liu Chunhua snorted coldly.

Lin Luo didn't want to answer Liu Chunhua's unreasonable troubles.

Forget it, drink it in front of her later.

"Grandma, I'm going to butcher pigweed."

After Lin Luo said this, without waiting for Liu Chunhua to answer, she put on her back and headed to the back of the yard.

Seeing her being so "on the road", Liu Chunhua gave up.

Tang Yuan's eyes turned red, and the movements of his hands froze slightly.

Looking at her daughter's back, Tang Yuan bit her lip, her expression was complicated, and she had a hesitant decision in her heart.

But Lin Luo didn't feel too uncomfortable. She slaughtered the pig grass and boiled it in a big pot, added some bran, cooled it for a while, and then fed it to the pigs.

The Fang family raised two pigs and a dozen chickens, all of which were fed by Lin Luo.

It can be said that Liu Chunhua is domineering at home.

Spending the least amount of money, I found two servants, and realized the happy life of clothes and food.

After finishing everything, it was already dark. Lin Luo's dinner today is a bowl of rice soup and half a sweet potato, but she is not hungry at all.

Fortunately, Liu Chunhua didn't check Lin Luo's big back sash on weekdays, and she didn't even know there were plums under the back sash, so she planned to secretly feed Tang Yuan to eat at night.

Tang Yuan didn't sleep in Fang Li's room, she had her own room, which was a little bigger than Lin Luo's house converted from a wood house.

It wasn't that Fang Li didn't want to live with Tang Yuan, or that he was considerate of Tang Yuan, but that he always felt that someone was hurting him since he broke his leg.

If you want to do something at night, you can call Tang Yuan directly, anyway, he must stay alone.

It's also interesting to say that the original owner only met Fang Li on the day Tang Yuan and Fang Li got married, while Lin Luo had never seen this stepfather until now.

Lin Luo took a cold shower with well water before sneaking into Tang Yuan's room.

Tang Yuan is mending clothes, she has no time to mend during the day, there are endless things to do, and Liu Chunhua wants to trouble her.

"Luo Luo, why don't you go to rest?"

Lin Luo had a big lump on her chest, she closed the door carefully, and took out the plum wrapped in rags from her bosom.

"Mother, today I went up the mountain and found plums. You hide them in the house. If you are hungry, you can eat them for two days. I will pick them after eating."

"It turned out to be plums. There are still such things here in Songjiagou? I haven't eaten them for many years, so you have a heart." Tang Yuan smiled gently, "Silly girl, eat by yourself, you are still growing."

Lin Luo, who was already 11 years old, looked as if she was less than ten years old, with no flesh on her body, which made Tang Yuan feel extremely distressed.

"Don't worry, mother, I still have a little there, not to mention that I have eaten a lot today, and it will be bad for your health if you eat any more. These are specially selected for you. They are big and sweet. When I came back, I hid them in pigs. Under the grass, she doesn't know." Lin Luo laughed.

Since her daughter insisted, Tang Yuan naturally didn't say anything.

After delivering the plums, Lin Luo didn't leave in a hurry, which made Tang Yuan a little confused.

"Luo Luo, mother accepts it, why don't you go to rest? You have to go out tomorrow morning, so you need to sleep well."

Not only did Lin Luo not leave, but she sat down beside Tang Yuan.

"Mother, you said that someone from the Lin family will come to take me to test the spiritual root in a few days, can you tell me about cultivation?"

Tang Yuan was taken aback, but she didn't expect her daughter to be interested in cultivation.

Reminiscent of what her daughter said before, she understood that Lin Luo wanted to help her.

"You silly girl, you don't need to worry about your spiritual roots. Mother has spiritual roots and hasn't cultivated yet." Tang Yuan put down the needle and thread in his hand, looked into the distance with a distant expression, "Luo Luo, you have to remember that even if you have a spiritual root Gen, don't be proud."

Immediately, Tang Yuan introduced the spiritual root to Lin Luo.

Spiritual roots are divided into low-grade, middle-grade, high-grade and extreme-grade spiritual roots. There are eight types in total.

Spiritual roots of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, these spiritual roots are relatively common, and the purity is judged by their color depth during the test. The more turbid the color, the impure, the slower the cultivation, and the clearer the color, the purer it is. It is also faster to practice.

But pure spiritual roots are relatively rare, and they are also known as the best spiritual roots.

The other three are ice, thunder, and wind. These three spiritual roots are heterogeneous spiritual roots. They are fast in cultivation and powerful.

Such three kinds of spiritual roots generally appear on the disciples of the sect, even if they are only top-grade spiritual roots, they are enough to be called the existence of the Megatron side.

But the more spiritual roots, the worse it is. If there are more than three spiritual roots, it will be very difficult to cultivate.

The more spiritual roots you have, the less you can cultivate, and the resources consumed by cultivation are terrifying. These people often cannot balance the spiritual power in their bodies, nor can they cultivate together.

"Mother, according to what you said, the two kinds of spiritual roots are very good, so what if the two kinds of spiritual roots are both top-quality spiritual roots of different attributes?"

Tang Yuan smiled, "There are so many people with dual spiritual roots. The three spiritual roots of ice, thunder, and wind are too powerful, and sometimes they are even incompatible."

It seems that Qingxuan Continent and Lanxing practiced differently, no wonder she couldn't draw spiritual energy into her body.

At least, there is no such thing as a spiritual root in Blue Star.

"So that's the case, what if someone has all eight spiritual roots?"

(End of this chapter)