Longevity: Start by refreshing your entries through farming.

Chapter 1 Qin Ming
"Alas, men have nothing to do when they have no money, while women have nothing to do when they have no money..."

It's just getting light.

In the Southern Wilderness’s world of immortal cultivation, there is a shantytown outside Qingyang Market.

A wooden door opened and a young man of ordinary appearance walked out.

Qin Ming yawned, rubbed his red eyes listlessly, picked up his magic hoe and prepared to go out to work.

Before leaving, he looked back at his next-door neighbor's yard and was filled with anger.

"Why are you yelling in the middle of the night? Do you have any sense of public morality?"

His neighbor was a young female cultivator who was quite pretty, but every now and then she would bring male cultivators home to spend the night and do obscene things with them.

Last night she screamed and moaned the entire night.

'Once I have the spirit stones, even if I can't afford to buy a new house, I must first set up a soundproofing magic circle!'

Qin Ming gritted his teeth and swore secretly in his heart!
The sound insulation of the houses around here is really poor.

Qin Ming was meditating and practicing martial arts at night. The noise coming from next door was too loud, which made him distracted, his blood boiling, and his determination to practice Taoism was almost shaken.

It’s really dangerous!

Qin Ming had no choice but to stay up all night, following the rhythm of the rocking bed next door, and angrily copied the "Pure Sutra" a thousand times. It was not until he finally calmed down...

Qin Ming's mentality exploded when he thought about the endless work to be done in the spiritual fields today.

"It's been almost five years since I traveled to this world of immortal cultivation. When will this life end?"

"With this environment, how can we build a Gou Baxian?"

"I can't even sleep well!"

"Ah, it's hard to be without the golden finger..."

Before coming to this world, in Qin Ming's cognition.

To cultivate immortality, one should travel to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, fly into the sky and hide underground, and have the sword energy traverse 90,000 miles.

But in fact.

Although cultivating immortals sounds high-end, how can low-level cultivators have a good life?

Struggling to survive every day is stressful.

'If it weren't for the original owner of this body, he would have been forcibly recruited by Lingyu Sect from a cultivation family and ordered to come here to carry out a land reclamation mission, and he would have had to serve a full sixty-year period of corvée labor.'

"It's better to find a mortal to live with in the secular world. At least you can live for a few decades."

After so many years, Qin Ming has seen the reality clearly and finally realized that he is ultimately mediocre.

after all.

With his aptitude of four pseudo spiritual roots, without special opportunities, he would never be able to reach the foundation-building stage even if he practiced until death.

More than ten years have passed...

His cultivation was still stuck at the second level of the Qi training stage, and there was basically no hope for him to become an immortal.

It is understandable that the family chose to give up on him and exchange resources with the sect.

Fortunately, his family had arranged some relationships for him in advance, so at least he didn't have to go to the front line to fight with monsters.

Qin Ming rented three acres of spiritual farmland in the outer area that was cleared out from the rear and became a spiritual farmer.

And today is the day to harvest the spiritual rice.

but.

There was no trace of joy of achievement on Qin Ming's face.

Instead, I felt a little uneasy.

The day of harvest also means that the higher-ups will send people to collect taxes on spiritual rice.

……

"Hey, Xiao Qin got up so early? It seems that the spiritual rice is growing well this season!"

Qin Ming was thinking halfway on his way to the spiritual field when he saw a cultivator who looked like an old farmer walking out of the alley next to him and greeting him with a smile.

The other person's cultivation aura is much higher than his, at the fourth level of Qi training.

"Good morning, Laojiu."

When Qin Ming met this person, a smile appeared on his face.

He then sighed.

"Hey, don't mention it. You know I'm only at the second level of Qi training, and I've only practiced the Spirit Rain Technique to the elementary level. I can only perform it a few times a month."

This man's name is Cai Jiuwu, and the nearby cultivators all call him Cai Laojiu. He is the old man in this shantytown.

Qin Ming was not clear about his specific origins, he only knew that he had been working in this place for more than ten years.

Cai Laojiu had dark skin and a face full of wrinkles. He had an unshaven beard and was holding a pipe in his mouth. He had his trouser legs rolled up and was unkempt. He had a magical hoe and sickle on his shoulders.

He gives people the feeling that he is more like a beggar than a cultivator.

But according to Qin Ming's contact, he knew that the other party was actually only in his early forties...

"Oh, Old Nine, with your cultivation at the fourth level of the Qi training stage and the intermediate Spirit Rain Art, I'm sure the harvest this year will be very good, right?"

There was a hint of envy in Qin Ming's words.

The Spiritual Rain Technique is a spiritual planting spell passed down by the sect to these spiritual farmers. It can disperse the spiritual energy from spiritual crystals, spiritual stones or spiritual veins into the air and force spiritual rain to fall.

The various spiritual grains, spiritual rice, spiritual fruits, and spiritual herbs nourished by the spiritual rain can not only avoid being bitten by insects and rats, but also greatly increase the yield of spiritual crops.

Qin Ming did not expect that just farming could be linked to cultivation and be closely related.

When he put the Spirit Rain Technique, which he had practiced for more than half a year, into action, the rainfall range was only two meters, and his spiritual power could only last for less than half an incense stick.

I have the heart to want to die……

Other people urinate more than this.

"Hehe, it's okay. It's okay. After we harvest the spiritual rice and pay the taxes today, do you want to go to Juxuan Pavilion in the market town to have a drink and relax?" Cai Laojiu smacked his lips and answered vaguely, looking like a mischievous person.

"Come on, I won't go to that kind of den of brothel." Qin Ming shook his head.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to go, it’s mainly because he’s short of money…

Cai Laojiu said “tsk”.

"I say you are such a boring kid. We still have a long life ahead of us. It's okay to enjoy yourself once in a while..."

"As the saying goes, drink while you can. For people like you and me, why would we care about seeking immortality or becoming an immortal? It's better to wake up early and be free."

"Okay, then you treat me?"

"Go away, get out of here! Get out of here!"

……

Not long after.

A huge mountain range surrounded by clouds and mist comes into view. The mountains are vast and boundless, with waterfalls cascading down, caves leading to dragon pools, and vast smoke and waves, presenting a picture scroll of ink painting.

On the reclaimed hillside, hundreds of acres of spiritual fields are divided in an orderly manner in the shape of terraces.

There is spiritual energy provided by the first-level spiritual vein here, which is more than enough to grow some low-level spiritual valleys and plants.

The golden ears of spiritual rice in the spiritual field emit brilliant light and sway in the wind, and the unique fragrance of the spiritual rice fills the air and hits you in the face.

This attracted birds from the nearby sky to come and look for food.

"clang!"

Before the flock of birds landed, a loud explosion was heard.

The simple straw puppet set up in the spiritual field shook the spiritual gong in its hand, emitting bursts of harsh sound waves in the surroundings, scaring the flock of birds away.

Qin Ming and his companion followed the mountain path to their respective spiritual fields and began to get busy.

In the spiritual field.

Qin Ming stared at one of his plots of land, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he looked a little discouraged.

In this spiritual field, there was about half an acre of spiritual rice, which was still lush green. The style was completely different from the mature golden spiritual rice around it.

If others didn't know, they would think he was planting garlic sprouts...

He himself was actually very clear about the reason for this scene.

That is because the Spiritual Rain Technique is not proficient enough, the level is too low, it is performed too few times, and the rainfall distribution is uneven.

"It looks like the spiritual rice production will decrease this season. I don't know if I can afford the tax this time." Qin Ming was a little worried. Shaking his head, Qin Ming began to harvest the spiritual ears.

The spiritual sickle passed under the rice, and clumps of spiritual rice fell down and were skillfully tied into bundles by him.

The magical rice here can be harvested three times a year. As long as the roots are left, it will grow again in a few months and can be harvested again.

It’s similar to cutting leeks.

The sun sets in the west.

After harvesting the spiritual rice, threshing the spiritual rice and packing it into bags.

The magic power in Qin Ming's body was completely drained, and he was as tired as a dog.

He had just wiped the sweat off his face when he heard the sound of a magical weapon breaking through the air in the distance.

Qin Ming looked up quickly and saw a green leaf magic boat passing through the air with a green light and slowly descending.

A man came down from above.

The other party was a fat middle-aged male cultivator, wearing the blue and white uniform of the outer sect of Lingyu Sect. He had a big belly and looked very majestic. He walked up to him.

The fat man's name is Du Haifu, and he is the supervisor of this spiritual field.

The one who is in charge of the spiritual fields and spiritual farmers on the entire mountain is the real local emperor for Qin Ming and his friends.

"Haha, Xiao Qin is really quick! He collected all the spiritual rice so quickly."

Du Haifu opened the bag of spiritual rice in front of Qin Ming, reached out and pinched a few grains of spiritual rice, and first put them under his nose to smell them.

He casually threw the magical rice into his mouth and chewed it slowly, then showed a smiling expression of satisfaction.

"Well, the quality is quite good. It seems that a lot of effort has been put into it."

Du Haifu slapped the storage bag on his waist, took out the large weighing weapon, and started weighing.

"We harvested two stone and eighty catties of spiritual rice, and we should pay 70% of the tax, which is one hundred and ninety-six catties..."

"Huh? That's not right?"

"How come the amount of pure rice harvested is fifty kilograms less than last season?" The smile on Du Haifu's face disappeared instantly.

After taking out a booklet and checking it, his expression turned cold and his gaze shifted to Qin Ming.

Qin Ming's heart trembled when he heard this.

He took out a small sachet from his bosom and quickly handed it to the other party.

Then he put on a smile and said, "Senior Du, I'm really sorry. There was a small problem in the spiritual field. I'm missing half a bag of spiritual rice. I'll use these spiritual stones to make up for it. Please bear with me."

Although Qin Ming felt pained, he had to do it because most of his wealth was stored in it.

In fact, Lingyumen only collected 50% of the spiritual rice tax, but there were still deacons under them, and under the deacons there were supervisors who looked after the spiritual farmers...

In this way, after layers of exploitation, what you can finally get is pitifully little.

That small bag of spirit stones most likely went into Du Haifu's private pocket.

Du Haifu took the brocade bag and weighed it in his hand. He already knew what was going on and his attitude softened a lot.

But he still warned Qin Ming: "This is just the first time, don't do it again!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved forward, and the several large bags of spiritual rice in front of him were put into his storage bag.

Qin Ming stared at the storage bag on Du Haifu's waist and the Qingye Flying Boat magic weapon, feeling really envious.

He couldn't afford something like this...

"Do you know how much spiritual rice Cai Laojiu has paid this season?" Du Haifu suddenly asked him meaningfully.

Then she raised two fingers and waved them in front of him.

"That's more than twice as much as you!"

"You can't go on like this, kid."

"Since you still know a little bit, there is something I can tell you about."

"I just received news that when the next tax is collected, the deacons and elders in the sect will count the spiritual rice tax payments this year. The ten spiritual farmers at the bottom of the ranking will be sent to the front-line camps to supplement the manpower."

"Just take care of yourself."

After Du Haifu finished speaking, he sailed away without even looking at Qin Ming's reaction.

Only Qin Ming was left standing there in a daze.

"What? Sent to a war camp?"

……

Night falls.

Qin Ming carried the remaining spiritual rice and returned to his house.

Bang!

After closing the door, Qin Ming threw himself heavily onto the bed with a thump, lying on his back like a dead dog.

be terribly upset.

He stared at the roof in a daze, recalling what Du Haifu had just said.

He was very clear that with his current spiritual rice production, he was definitely one of the bottom ranked ones.

The Lingyu Sect's war camp is a place with an extremely high casualty rate, and everyone is terrified when talking about it.

The so-called land reclamation naturally means that the sect sends monks to reclaim the uninhabited wilderness in the immortal world.

These places were often originally occupied by monsters or were blocked by natural barriers, and were full of dangers.

Not to mention, there are some indescribable strange threats, which make it difficult to practice peacefully on a daily basis.

To put it bluntly.

That is, the sect needs a large number of low-level monks to act as cannon fodder for exploration.

Being a spiritual farmer is indeed tiring, but it is stable.

This world is full of people struggling to survive.

The job that others now despise has now become my life-saving straw in the sea of ​​suffering.

"What should I do? I don't want to be cannon fodder in the war camp!"

'I really can't accept this!'

Qin Ming thought, maybe he was too tired today.

I fell into a deep sleep...

Suddenly!

A brilliant and beautiful light flashed through the depths of his soul.

Qin Ming had a very long dream.

All kinds of strange and bizarre plants in the dream seemed to have encountered something, growing wildly at an incredible speed, covering the sky and the sun...

"boom!"

Then something seemed to explode in his mind.

……

The next day.

Qin Ming got up and held his swollen head, feeling dizzy.

He got out of bed, fetched a basin of water, and walked to the flower bed in the yard to start washing.

There were dozens of spiritual rice plants planted in the flower bed, which he used to study the habits of crops and occasionally practice the Spiritual Rain Technique.

But when Qin Ming looked up at the flower bed, he was completely stunned!
I saw a series of prompts pop up above each of the three spiritual rice plants in the flower bed:
[Name]: Jinling Rice [Term]: Ripening (maturity 100%, ready to harvest)

[Name]: Golden Spirit Rice [Term]: Intermediate Spirit Rain Technique five times (maturity 100%, harvestable)

[Name]: Golden Spirit Rice [Term]: Weak Mana (maturity 100%, harvestable)

Qin Ming rubbed his eyes in disbelief and murmured:

"It's getting louder."

"Did I have a problem with my sleeping position last night?"

(End of this chapter)