Xuanhuan: Gou Quietly Cultivates The Handyman

In the three-acre spiritual rice field, several piles of freshly harvested rice are scattered around, symbolizing the harvest.

Xu Anqing went back to the house and took out a scale.

When this thing knew that the mission had oil and water, he specially went to buy and borrow it from a neighbor.

For this moment.

"Let's call it a first-order inferior grade first."

Xu Anqing used spiritual power to transport the slightly smaller piles of rice to the scale one by one and weigh them.

"218 pounds."

"197 pounds."

"365 pounds..."

"It adds up to a total of... 3455 pounds?! ”

"So much?"

Xu Anqing was a little surprised.

This amount far exceeded his expectations.

At first, he thought it was good to have about 2500 pounds.

Also called again.

It was found that the total weight was correct, it was indeed 3455 pounds.

"Let's see how many first-order medium-grade spirit rice there are."

Xu Anqing had some expectations for the weight of the first-order lower-grade spirit rice, and Lisuo divided the first-order lower-grade spiritual rice into two piles, one pile was 2,000 jin and the other was 1,455 jin.

The remaining part of the rice was then weighed.

"The total weight of the first-order mid-grade spirit rice is... 1276 pounds! ”

"Minus the 1,000 jin given to the sect, there are 276 jin left."

"Get rich!"

"No wonder so many people grab this task."

"This spirit stone is also too easy to earn."

Xu Anqing looked at the numbers on the scale blankly, shocked.

The calculation method of Lingmi by Jiuxiamen is relatively straightforward.

That is to put the untreated spiritual rice on the scale, and half of the total weight is the weight of the spiritual rice.

After all, the millet still needs to be dried and peeled, and then the rest is the net content of the spiritual rice.

The amount of the task stipulates that the amount handed over is 1,000 jin of first-order lower-grade Lingmi and 500-jin first-order middle-grade Lingmi.

If you change to rice, it is two thousand catties of untreated first-order lower grade and one thousand kilogram of first-order middle product.

The rest of the rice is Xu Anqing's personal harvest.

"According to the price of Fang Market, one catty and first-order middle-grade Lingmi is 10 spirit stones, and one catty and first-order lower-grade Lingmi is one spirit stone..."

"I now have 134 jin of first-order middle-grade Lingmi, and 727 jin of first-order lower-order Lingmi..."

"Sell these, I will earn more than two thousand spirit stones for this task!"

When Xu Anqing came up with the final benefit, he once again understood why those people in the miscellaneous service department showed a look of envy and jealousy.

More than two thousand spirit stones are definitely a huge amount of money for miscellaneous disciples.

This huge amount of money is even enough to make them have killing intentions!

"Lingmi is sold, the obtained spirit stones are given to the little farmer, and returned after a hundred and twenty times the critical attack of the system, then don't I have hundreds of thousands of spirit stones?!"

"The system is really cow 13."

Xu Anqing is unapologetic about praising the system.

With a smile on his face, he divided the rice into piles, which was convenient for the docking that the sect sent people to receive for a while.

He plans to receive the cultivation of spiritual rice in the next task, slowly accumulate wealth, and when his wings are full, he can take over the garrison task and practice in retreat for a long time.

"Huh?"

"Why is my Spirit Rice yield so small this year?"

Lin Qingcicada frowned, fiddling with the scale on the scale in confusion, and once thought that the scale was broken.

In the past, she produced at least 1,500 jin per acre of land.

But this year is only more than 1,000 pounds, which is seriously shrunk.

"How is it possible!"

"How can the yield of the first-order medium-grade spirit rice I planted not be enough for a thousand catties?!"

"Do I still have to accompany the sect on the Hundred Spirit Stones?!"

Almost at the same time, the sound of a collapse was heard from next door.

The rule of the sect is to hand over 500 jin of first-order middle-grade spiritual rice.

If you can't reach this yield, you need to pay out of your own pocket to replenish it, and if you take out the immortal stone, just wait to mine.

"That's not right."

"It's been a good year."

Xu Anqing looked at the pile full of spiritual rice he harvested and fell into deep thought.

Soon, he understood why.

It's not that this spirit stone is easy to earn.

Instead, he refined the Gathering Spirit Array.

The refined version of the Gathering Spirit Array will suck the spiritual energy in the nearby spiritual field over, increasing the intensity of the spiritual energy of this space, which will increase the yield of spiritual rice.

"Well, you don't have to hand in Lingmi anyway."

Xu Anqing ignored his neighbor next door and reached out to rub the little farmer's head.

The Lingdao here is a little eye-catching.

Now he just wants to quickly hide the spirit rice so as not to attract the attention of the next-door neighbor.

However, Lin Qingcicada was still a little unhappy.

I am obsessed with this matter.

"Put the extra spiritual rice there first."

"I don't have a storage magic weapon, I can't take it with me."

Xu Anqing took the little farmer and couldn't help but take her back.

As for the extra spiritual rice, she can only let her go first.

"Uh-huh."

Lin Qingcicada's attention was diverted, she tilted her head to stare at Xu Anqing's side face, and said seriously,

"I'll help Senior Brother Xu grind rice, and when the time comes, I can just take the Lingmi directly."

"Don't get too tired." Xu Anqing knew the nature of the small farmer and did not persuade her.

Lin Qingcicada did not answer, and ran to the small wooden building with a jump.

...

Evening.

After handing over the Lingdao and restoring the Gathering Spirit Array and the cabin to their original state, Xu Anqing carried a big burden and walked down the mountain under the reluctant gaze of the little farmer.

"Senior Brother Xu is gone..."

"I don't know if we can meet again."

Lin Qingcicada knew it in her heart.

Those who cannot cultivate have only a short life span of a hundred years.

And as Senior Brother Xu continues to improve in cultivation, he will live longer and longer, long enough to completely forget her...

She didn't want to be forgotten, but there was nothing she could do.

"Xiaochan, what are you thinking?"

A figure with a sword landed.

The imperial sword is the symbol of the cultivators of the foundation building realm, and only the cultivators above the foundation building realm can drive the spirit sword.

As it landed, the appearance of the figure gradually became clear.

It was a handsome girl with short hair.

The setting sun shone on her body from the side, as if to gild her silhouette, and her beautiful hair caressed her cheeks with the wind, like light gold threads.

In the delicate facial features, those clear eyes were full of confidence, as if no difficulty could knock her down.

When Lin Qingcicada saw the girl's figure, her eyes returned to brightness,

"Sister, are you here?"

"Well, I'll pick you up." The girl held Lin Qingcicada in her arms and said with a smile, "Sister is now the personal disciple of the Lord of Fengxiao Peak, and she can take you to the main peak." ”

"The aura over there is more intense, which is good for your body."

"Thank you sister." Lin Qingcicada honestly lay in the other's arms and said softly,

"No matter where you go or how strong the aura is, it makes no difference to me;"

"And, I don't want to get out of here."

The girl's cultivation talent is very good, and she works hard.

She never wasted time on meaningless things, and almost every moment she thought about how to improve her cultivation, so that she didn't come to Lingtian Peak for two years.

However, Lin Qingcicada did not complain about the girl.

Not before.

There will not be in the future.

What's more, I also know Xu Anqing now...

Thinking of that cute little boy, the corners of Lin Qingcicada's mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Xiaochan..."

"I like it here, sister."

"That... Well, my sister already knows where there is a Qingshen lotus, and I will wait for a few years, and when my sister has achieved success, she will go and pick it. ”

"Hmm."

On the mound of Lingtian Peak, two slender figures leaned on each other, looking at the busy disciples below, talking and laughing about the interesting things they encountered in recent years.

Among them, Xu Anqing has the most to say.......*