I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 49

After that day, Zhang Zheng didn't see anyone for two months, including that Miss Jiaojiao who yearned for the outside world.

Although one person is happy and pure in the yard, it is really boring.

On this day, Zhang Zheng asked if there was a place in the maid's mansion where she could spend her time.

The maid pondered for a while, and led her to a wide field, "Guest, this is a spiritual herb garden in the clan. If you have nothing to do, you can come here to pass the time."

Zhang Zheng glanced roughly at the Spiritual Grass Garden. There were many spiritual plants planted, but only a few types.

Most of them are low-level spiritual plants, such as spiritual valleys, iron wire grass, phantom spiritual leaves...

But it was reasonable, as she was just an outsider monk, and the places she could get in contact with must not be important places in the clan, so these worthless places could allow her to wander around at will.

The maid led her to the only residence in the garden, a simple thatched roof.

"Grandma Nian, this guest will come here often in the future, please bear with me."

After greeting, she didn't care whether there was any response in the room, and turned to Zhang Zheng: "Guest, my mother-in-law has been serving the Lingcao Garden for more than a hundred years. She has a gentle temperament and is generous to others. If you encounter any problems, you can tell her." Say."

Zhang Zheng glanced at the thatched hut that was motionless, and nodded in response.

The maid saluted and left.

Upholding etiquette, Zhang Zheng greeted the thatched cottage and asked, "Grandma Nian, can I have a look around in the Spirit Grass Garden?"

The thatched cottage didn't respond for a while, but Zhang Zheng could feel that there was someone in the house. It seemed that this gentle old woman didn't want to talk to her very much.

If you don't refuse, it's a promise.

The Spiritual Grass Garden covers an extremely large area and is divided into dozens of areas. All kinds of spiritual plants are planted in different areas, scattered in order.

Zhang Zheng then calmed down and walked along the field steps in the vast spiritual grass garden.

Zhang Zheng only walked one-third of the entire Lingcao Garden from dawn to dusk without using spiritual power or body skills.

Such a large spiritual herb garden is all taken care of by an old woman?
Zhang Zheng couldn't help being surprised, and what surprised her even more was that these spiritual plants were growing up very well, full of aura, and one could tell at a glance that they must be doing their best and being meticulous in serving people.

She has also seen the Lingcao Garden of Wanxuanmen. Although the species are richer and rarer than here, the spiritual energy is not as good as six or seven out of ten.

As a farmer as well, Zhang Zheng felt a sense of respect and curiosity towards the old woman whom he had never met before. If he could consult with her, he would definitely benefit a lot.

It's okay to go back to the small courtyard, the place is full of vitality, which makes people feel happy, and it is also good for Zhang Zheng to practice Huasheng Jue.

Zhang Zheng simply found an open space to sit on the ground, and did not practice the Neutralization and Transformation Art, but just let his mind go, and let his spiritual consciousness wander in this vast spiritual plant.

In the middle of the night, the crescent moon is like a hook, and the cold moonlight sprinkles on the earth, making it more desolate and cold, and the jackdaws are silent on the branches.

A figure is sitting beside the field, wisps of spiritual energy surrounds his body, mixed with faint milky white vitality, which is lingering with the vitality of the ten thousand hectares of spiritual plants.

"Squeak-"

The old wooden door was pushed open from the inside, and a half-hunted figure stood inside the door, his cloudy but exceptionally clear eyes reflected the self-glowing figure, becoming brighter and brighter.

"Why is life so hard, and why is death so sad..."

The barely audible voice of vicissitudes blew down in the breeze of the silent night, the figure shook his head, and the crumbling wooden door closed again.

The next day, the warmth from Chu Yang dripped on Zhang Zheng, waking her up from her trance.

Opening his eyes, he saw a rickety and thin figure carrying a burden, walking steadily through the fields.

Zhang Zheng hurriedly stepped forward to write an editorial greeting: "Grandma Nian, maybe I can help?"

Granny Nian bent her legs, and the burden fell to the ground, causing ripples.

Her chaotic eyes scanned Zhang Zheng up and down, expressionless, and pointed to two loads of clear water, "You pour the water."

Zhang Zheng didn't ask which fields to irrigate, nor did he ask if he could use the more convenient rain-distributing technique. He honestly took over the burden, carried it on his shoulders, and headed for the next field.

Granny Nian didn't make a sound, just paced slowly behind her.

For a whole day, Zhang Zheng went back and forth to water the water, and Granny Nian bent down and squatted in the field after she had watered it, checking the growth of the spiritual plants one by one.

At night, Zhang Zheng was still meditating in that open space, and Granny Nian still closed the wooden door and fell asleep with her clothes on.

After three months like this, the two of them had almost no other communication, except that Zhang Zheng asked what needed to be done, and Granny Nian assigned the tasks rigidly.

But it was visible to the naked eye that the atmosphere between the two became more and more harmonious and tacit. They were each doing their own work. When their eyes met, Zhang Zheng smiled lightly, and the Nian mother-in-law remained calm and looked away.

They don't use spiritual energy or spells, just like a pair of ordinary farming old women and granddaughters.

Zhang Zheng was surprised at first, how could these spiritual plants grow so well without nurturing them with spiritual energy?
But slowly, Zhang Zheng's doubts were answered, and the spiritual plants were all growing vigorously, and there was no sign of weakening.

The family harvests the spiritual plants in the Spirit Grass Garden once a year, and soon the harvest time will come.

A man dressed as a butler led more than ten servants into the Spiritual Grass Garden.

The housekeeper shouted to Granny Nian who was working in the field: "Grandma Nian, here comes Lingzhi."

These days, Zhang Zheng has learned a lot of farming methods from Granny Nian, such as catching insects at the moment.

Hearing this, she raised her head and looked towards the source of the sound.

Granny Nian got up from the ground on her knees and waved her hand to signal Zhang Zheng to follow her.

The butler squinted at the unfamiliar Zhang Zheng, and asked in doubt, "Is this the new disciple of Granny Nian?"

Granny Nian shook her head and denied it, her voice was especially cold, "I said earlier that I will never accept apprentices again in this life."

After seeing Granny Nian's back as she turned and left and the closed wooden door, Zhang Zheng had no choice but to go forward and explain, "I'm destined to be a guest in the mansion, and I just come here to have a look when I'm bored."

Hearing this, a relaxed smile appeared on the serious face of the butler, but the words implied expulsion, "Guest, the Spirit Grass Garden is about to be harvested recently, and it may hinder the guests. If it is convenient, may I trouble you to go shopping elsewhere. "

In other people's territory, Zhang Zheng couldn't stay stubbornly, so he looked at the closed wooden door worriedly, and said goodbye.

Granny Nian's cold words made her feel doubtful and slightly worried.

Could it be that Granny Nian had accepted disciples before, why didn't she accept disciples again? Could it be that something happened to the previous disciples?
Zhang Zheng will not be able to come to the Spirit Grass Garden for a while later, so he can only try to come here after the harvest is over.

In the huge family mansion, Zhang Zheng had nowhere to go, so he had to go back to the courtyard of Fengyage.

Just outside the courtyard, a familiar figure came into view.

Nan Zhangzhi was still wearing a fresh and bright yellow-green jacket and skirt, waiting outside the courtyard with a lost expression. An exquisite lotus seed hairpin on a jet-black hair bun hung down with three strings of thin and bright jade beads, which swayed slightly with her movements.

How long has she been waiting here?
(End of this chapter)