I became a spiritual husband and was forced to farm

Chapter 6 Lingmi Porridge

Several people live in a courtyard, and the kitchen is shared. However, the handymen are very busy and basically take Bigu Pill.

When I opened the door, a burst of ashes hit my face.

"Cough, cough, cough."

He performed a cleaning technique and controlled the water polo to pass through all corners.

Sure enough, the originally clear water had turned dark. Fortunately, her obsessive-compulsive disorder made her do this, and she was relieved until the water turned clear.

Fortunately, I didn't lie on the original owner's bed before, and there was still an unknown amount of dust on it.

Find an earthen pot, pour water with spiritual energy into it, and put the processed spiritual rice into it, which should be about the size of a palm.

It makes me sad to think about it. When I came to the world of cultivating immortals, I couldn't eat a big meal because my stomach was shrinking. It was really outrageous.

"Gulu gulu."

The faint fragrance of rice spread, and the tumbling rice crackers looked so tempting. Fu Yao swallowed her saliva. She had taken a Bigu Pill but it didn't work. Her stomach secreted digestive enzymes, clamoring to eat.

Because I was in a hurry, I didn't prepare any pots and pans, so I simply made a spoon with Reiki and drank it right there.

The thick rice soup has the sweetness of spiritual rice, and when I take a sip of it, I feel so relieved, and my stomach that was still rebelling temporarily subsided.

The rice flakes are soft, smooth in taste, a little sweet, and the rich rice fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose.

"smell good!"

"Who is cooking? Our kitchen has never been opened, and we don't know if the things in it are still usable."

"It's strange. You just took a Bigu Pill, why are you hungry now?"

A young man who looked innocent touched his belly with a puzzled look on his face.

A group of people crowded to the door of the kitchen and poked their heads around.

Fu Yao, who had just taken a sip, turned her head and saw several pairs of curious and probing eyes.

Xuanyuan Feng, Ling Xiu, Yu Sheng and others didn't expect that they just wanted to see who it was. They didn't expect to be caught by the real owner, which was a bit embarrassing.

Fu Yao was also very embarrassed. She was greedy and only cooked a little porridge. She couldn't help but ask everyone to eat together.

I feel like I was caught secretly cooking something in a university dormitory and being caught by the dormitory aunt. What's going on?

In the end, it was She Niu Yusheng who broke the awkward atmosphere.

"Fu Yao, what are you eating? It smells so good! We can already smell the fragrance before we even enter the yard."

The rest of the people also looked at Fu Yao with bright eyes. How long had it been since no one opened fire in Lingzhi Valley? Because they were busy, because the sect canteen was too far away and too expensive, and because they wanted to be simple, convenient and trouble-free, everyone took Bigu Pill.

Such fragrant food lured the greedy bugs out of their stomachs. Even though they didn't feel hungry, their mouths were constantly secreting saliva, making them very greedy.

"I just cooked some porridge, do you want to eat it? I'll make some more!"

Fu Yao saw that the other party was sincere and showed no greed, and she smiled gently and invited everyone.

This made the people looking at the mouth feel embarrassed. They were all young adults in their twenties and thirties, and the other person was just a ten-year-old child. (It looks even worse when he is only seven or eight years old)
"No, no, no, we just came to see what you made. It tastes so good. Your cooking skills are really good!"

Lingxiu, who was a little shy, waved her hands repeatedly, her face was red, and she felt very embarrassed.

Cooking skills? The original owner had never even eaten much, and he could only cook some home-cooked dishes, and the taste was very average. It's probably because of this rice. The top-quality white jade spiritual rice itself has extremely strong spiritual energy. Fu Yao also used the spiritual water to cook porridge.

Maybe it had been covered before, but the spiritual energy came out the moment the lid was opened, and the fragrance was fragrant.

"No trouble, this is porridge made from the white jade rice I just harvested. Let's all drink some together."

Fu Yao also wants to get along well with her neighbors. She is still weak now, but we will get along with each other for decades or even longer. Harmonious interpersonal relationships will make her do things in the future with much less resistance.

"White jade rice, that is of the highest quality. You are too wasteful."

Everyone has seen the Fu Yao Rice Field Spiritual Rice with their own eyes. The originally half-dead rice seedlings all turned into the best white jade spiritual rice because they were in the center of the spiritual energy.

Everyone is envious of Ling Hua. His three acres of spiritual rice have all turned into top quality.

You must know that white jade spiritual rice is the lowest spiritual rice, and is most suitable for children who have just come to the world of immortality and those who are in the period of refining their Qi. The spiritual energy is mild and has the effect of combing the body and removing impurities.

The middle-grade white jade spiritual rice requires one pound of low-grade spiritual stone, one pound of thirty-low-grade spiritual stone of the top grade, and the best grade requires one pound of medium-grade spiritual stone.

(One middle-grade spiritual stone = one hundred low-grade spiritual stones, one high-grade spiritual stone = one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones, one top-grade spiritual stone = one hundred high-grade spiritual stones)
The handyman disciple only had ten low-grade spiritual stones, a bottle of spirit-boosting pills, and a bottle of bigu pills every month.

It is conceivable that the best spiritual rice is a large amount of spiritual stones to them, and Ling Hua can exchange it for at least three thousand medium-grade spiritual stones this time.

With so many spiritual stones, you can buy more heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and there is hope for foundation building.

You must know that most of these handymen will break through the Qi training period in their lifetime, that is, they will live a hundred years without illness or disaster.

Fran blurted out, but she didn't have any bad intentions.

"Fu Yao, the best white jade spiritual rice costs a pound of medium-grade spiritual stone, and you just eat it like this?"

Xuanyuan Feng felt his flesh hurt, even though it was not his own.

"Isn't it just what you plant to eat? We handymen are always trying to overcome difficulties, so wouldn't it be nice to be kind to ourselves?

And this is just the worst kind of spiritual rice. Is it possible that we, Ling Zhifu, are still short of some spiritual rice? "

Everyone looked at Fu Yao's innocent eyes and were speechless for a moment.

Is this showing off?
Still showing off!
While talking, Fu Yao had already put the prepared porridge into a makeshift wooden bowl, washed the earthen pot, poured spiritual water into it and started boiling it.

I grabbed two kilograms of spiritual rice and dried it with spiritual fire. Although it was not as delicious as drying it in the sun, it was already regarded as the best delicacy in the eyes of everyone!
"This is the first time I've seen this method of drying. It's a bit like the method of treating spiritual plants before making alchemy."

Xuanyuan Feng had worked as an alchemy boy in Danfeng for several years before. Although it was a long time ago, he could still see it at first sight.

Fu Yao was slightly stunned, but quickly nodded, it was almost the same, the original body was assigned to Danfeng from the beginning.

However, this also reminded her that the world of immortality is always in crisis, and people's hearts are at odds with each other, so it is always right to be cautious.

Time flew by, and a jar was filled with gruel, and the sweet fragrance made everyone's mouths water.

Fu Yao gave everyone a large bowl of porridge. The little finger-sized rice grains bloomed, and the milky white and thick rice soup looked appetizing.

After one sip, the thick spiritual energy permeated the whole body, feeling warm all over, and the fatigue on the body was swept away.

Everyone's eyes lit up, they were clearly eating spiritual stones instead of porridge, and they speeded up their eating.

The best spiritual rice is indeed extraordinary!
Everyone sighed in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)