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Chapter 24 Locust Plague
"Locust plague? Why is there a locust plague at this time of year?"

Xia Chen was surprised. You know, it rained frequently in the wilderness this year, and there was also a rare rainy season.

Locusts require a dry environment for reproduction, growth, development and survival.

Because locusts lay their eggs in the soil, solid soil is best for them to lay their eggs.

Judging from the weather this year, it is unlikely that a locust plague will break out.

"Who says it's not true? A fellow Taoist of mine planted 20 mu of dry land in the Youzihao shantytown, but all the rice in the field was destroyed by locusts. He was so worried that he almost hanged himself!"

Zhang Wang sighed, his eyes full of worry.

You have to know that these two shantytowns are connected. If a locust plague breaks out in the You shantytown, the Xu shantytown may not be able to escape.

Basically, any spiritual farmer would turn pale at the mention of locusts.

Other insect pests can at most cause a reduction in rice production or a poor harvest.

But a locust plague can really make all the efforts of Lingnong for a year go to waste.

What’s even more terrifying is that Lingnong still owes the Immortal Sect a huge sum of rent, which can simply overwhelm a person!

"The rainy season isn't over yet, so it's hard to harvest the rice!"

Xia Chen frowned. If the rice was harvested too early and not dried in the sun, it would sprout and even produce green seedlings after a long time.

The spiritual fields in the wasteland have limited fertility and can support less than two harvests a year.

"What should we do? If we harvest early, there will definitely be losses. But if the locust swarm next door sweeps over, I'm afraid we will lose everything!"

Zhang Wang was also very conflicted and caught in a dilemma.

Xia Chen's mind moved, and he quickly asked: "Why not ask the foundation building elders of Sinong Hall to take action?"

As one of the important institutions of the Immortal Sect, the Sinong Hall is home to many masters, including many elders in the Foundation Establishment stage.

Zhang Wang shook his head: "The Immortal Sect is reclaiming wasteland in the Shiwan Mountains. The masters of Sinong Palace have all gone to the Shiwan Mountains to reclaim spiritual fields. What's more, Cuiwei Mountain is only one of the six mountains. How can those elders manage these trivial matters?"

The Tianyan Immortal Sect has more than ten thousand outer disciples.

Nearly 60% of the disciples chose to become spiritual farmers.

After all, the threshold to become a spiritual farmer is the lowest and does not require outstanding talent or a high level of realm.

In the Cuiwei Mountains and the twelve shanty towns, all the spiritual farmers added up to only about 1,300.

Others include Wangyun Mountain, Menghua Mountain, Jigong Mountain, Longling Mountain and Xiaocang Mountain.

Every mountain has a second-level spiritual vein that nourishes countless acres of spiritual fields.

Now there is only a locust plague in one of the nearly 100 shanty towns in the Six Mountains. Why would the Sinong Palace send a foundation-building elder to solve it?

"Or we could find a cultivator who is good at the Fiery Sun Technique and the Fireball Technique to simulate the sun and dry the rice, but there are too few cultivators who are proficient in this method!" Zhang Wang sighed.

The Red Sun Technique and the Fireball Technique are both used to increase sunlight.

However, the climate in the wilderness is suitable and there is no lack of sunshine.

Only a few spiritual herders in Cuiwei Mountain can practice such special magic.

Because spiritual medicines like Jade Sun Grass, Fire Pattern Ganoderma, and Sunflower need sufficient sunlight.

At this time, a spell like the Fiery Sun Technique is needed.

However, the price of hiring such a spiritual plant husband is quite shocking, and ordinary spiritual farmers simply cannot afford it.

Xia Chen's mind moved, and he said, "I do know a cultivator who has a special magical instrument that can have the same effect as the Lieyang Jue. As for the price, it should be much less than the spiritual plant man on the mountain."

Zhang Wang was overjoyed and said quickly, "Brother Xia, do you know such a person? Please come here quickly!"

"My good friend lives in Chenzihao shantytown in Xiaocangshan. There shouldn't be any locust plague there. Without further delay, I will invite him here right away!" Xia Chen said.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Xia!"

Zhang Wang bowed. Xia Chen waved his hand and said, "It's okay!"

Then Zhang Wang left.

The good friend Xia Chen was referring to was naturally himself.

The sun can be wirelessly controlled, and the light it emits is more powerful than any scorching sun technique.

In particular, in order to deal with sudden evil spirits, he upgraded it from F level to E level.

It is more than enough for drying rice.

This locust plague is also an opportunity. If handled well, a lot of spirit stones can be earned.

He still had to pretend, so Xia Chen put on a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat and walked out of the bamboo house.

From a distance, Zhang Wang next door was still reminding people to be careful on the road.

At noon the next day, a middle-aged man who looked to be about 30 years old entered the Xuzihao shantytown. He was of medium build, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a face as sharp as a knife, and an imposing heroic air.

He went straight to Zhang Wang's residence and said, "Are you Zhang Wang? I'm the one Xia Chen invited to help you dry the rice. My name is Li Gui!"

"It turned out to be Brother Li Dao!"

Zhang Wang's face lit up with joy, and he quickly opened the door and invited him in.

"Brother Li, where is Brother Xia? Why didn't he come with you?" Zhang Wang asked curiously.

"Xia Chen is helping to look after the rice fields at my home, otherwise how could I come here with peace of mind?"

Xia Chen took a sip of the spiritual tea.

With a face eraser and a facial feature pen, he can change his appearance at will without worrying about being seen through.

This "Li Gui" was naturally his disguise.

"Brother Xia is so righteous!"

Zhang Wang was immediately filled with respect after hearing this. He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Brother Li, I will definitely finish harvesting Brother Xia's spiritual field before the locust plague arrives!"

"Well, that's best!"

Xia Chen took a sip of the spiritual tea and asked, "Who is willing to donate spiritual stones to dry the grain?"

"People are in a panic during this period. There are many people willing to offer spirit stones, but most of them are waiting and watching. After all, no one has seen your abilities." Zhang Wang said truthfully.

"Yeah! That makes sense!" Xia Chen nodded, "In that case, let's start with your family!"

Zhang Wang hesitated for a moment, then asked, "How much do you charge?"

Xia Chen pondered for a moment and said, "How about 15 spirit crystals for one acre of spirit valley? If you don't have enough spirit stones, you can use spirit valley instead."

Zhang Wang calculated that he had about thirty acres of spiritual farmland, which would cost four and a half low-grade spirit stones.

This price is certainly reasonable.

If we invite the spirit plant husband from the mountain to come, the appearance fee alone will probably be five or six low-grade spirit stones.

Zhang Wang immediately gathered his friends, put on straw raincoats, held sickles, and went into the spiritual fields to harvest rice.

Many spiritual farmers came to help. After all, the locust plague was like a sword hanging over everyone's head. Everyone was eager to know whether the cultivator in this Chen-zi shantytown was reliable.

In just half a day, five acres of dry fields and twenty acres of paddy fields were harvested.

As for threshing, there is a special threshing technique.

Compared with the Spring Breeze and Rain Technique and the Gengjin Technique, the threshing technique is simple and easy to operate, and can be regarded as an entry-level spell for spiritual farmers.

In the shantytowns, every household has an open yard to dry the grains.

Zhang Wang spread out the wet spiritual valley and waited for Li Gui to cast the spell.

(End of this chapter)