Dialogue between ancient and modern: I create programs, national treasures have spirits

Chapter 151

The gray pocket is only the size of a palm, like the storage bag used to store sugar when I was a child, with a string on it to tighten it.

Yi Ze opened the gray pocket, and there were dozens of spiritual rice seeds lying in it.

The seeds of the spiritual rice are shining golden. If you look carefully, they are a bit larger than the grains of the X-3 type of spiritual rice, but if you don't look closely, you can't see much difference.

"This is the X-4 spiritual rice seed. It doesn't look much different."

Because there are only seeds, the information column on the book page does not display much information.

"It seems that I still need to grow it myself."

Taking back the gray bag, although there is not much spiritual rice in it, it is also a troublesome thing for people to find out.

The spiritual rice in this world is not the same as the rice in China. The biggest difference is that there are five to ten plants in a clump, and each plant can produce several ears of rice. When mature, there are more than 200 grains of rice. one slice.

And a clump of spiritual rice is one plant, and each plant has only one ear of rice, and each ear of rice will only grow eight to ten rice grains, which looks much thinner.

Therefore, Yi Ze took more than 1 spiritual rice plants from the spiritual field of Zhang Cheng and five people. It seems that there is not much change, but it definitely has a big impact on their production.

But if you don't look carefully, it's hard to find this change in Lingtian.

After all, a farmer is responsible for quite a lot of areas. Within the range of [-] acres of land, there are one or two thousand plants missing. It really doesn't make much difference. It's just that the yield of Lingdao itself is very low, so in the final production There will be more obvious changes.

Time passed like running water, Zhang Cheng and the others didn't come to make trouble in the last few days, and Yi Ze basically stayed at home, waiting in the room for the final harvest day.

Until the early morning four days later, before dawn, a grand bell sounded from a distant mountain top, and soon spread to the whole territory.

Yi Ze walked out of the room, listening to the continuous ringing of bells in his ears. This is the bell of harvest day, which means that there will be a god coming to urge the harvest.

The moment the bell rang, Zhang Cheng and others came up on the ridge of the field, laughing and throwing a bunch of sweet potatoes on the ground.

"No, this is the sweet potato I borrowed from you, and I will return it to you."

After delivering the sweet potatoes, Zhang Cheng and the others left in a hurry.

On the harvest day, all the farmers had to be in place. They just used this little time to get things done, and they didn't dare to be found leaving their posts without authorization.

After the few people left, Yi Ze looked at the sweet potatoes thrown on the ground. Although they hadn't been dug from his side before, the quantity was not missing.

For a moment, his thoughts changed sharply, thinking about the meaning of Zhang Cheng's actions.

"This is to consume my physical strength and make me unable to complete the task and be punished."

Yi Ze is well aware of the characteristics of these sweet potatoes, and eating too much in a short period of time will cause abdominal distension and pain.

"I took it away before, but now I send it back, it seems that I am worried that I will find an excuse."

Looking at the long string of sweet potatoes on the ground, Yi Ze's eyes turned cold.

Reaching out to pick it up and throwing it into the room, the information about sweet potatoes circulated in my heart.

[Sweet potatoes have a certain aura and can meet daily nutritional needs. Raw food is easy to flatulence, and eating too much can easily cause stomach sourness, nausea and other adverse symptoms. 】

Looking at the information flashed on the page, Yi Ze's heart moved, and he looked at his own sweet potato field.

He still remembered that his sweet potatoes were not described in this way.

Fortunately, there was one left in the room, so Yi Ze took out the two for comparison.

[Slightly dyed sweet potatoes have a certain aura, can meet daily nutritional needs, and taste sweet. Eating them raw can easily cause flatulence. Eating too much can easily cause gastrointestinal soreness, nausea and other adverse symptoms. 】

Obviously there is a certain difference!

"Could it be that there is a hidden mystery here, and this is why these people made things difficult?"

Yi Ze stood outside the room, thinking flashed in his eyes.

It seems that things are not as simple as he thought, and there may be other things in it.

It's just that there is obviously no time to think about these things at this moment. From the distant mountain top, the bell has stopped, and dozens of colorful lights are flying out.

The direction is the spiritual field of Yi Ze and others.

One of the white rays of light fell directly in front of Yi Ze.

Yi Ze raised his head and took a look. The visitor had a white face and beardless, and was dressed in a blue Taoist robe. His temperament was not gentle, but he also had a sense of immortality.

"I have seen Shang Xian!"

Yi Ze didn't dare to be careless, and bowed to him.

He could clearly feel the oppressive force on the visitor. This kind of oppression was not from the spiritual level, but from the physical oppression.

It's like seeing a muscular man, the body will naturally feel tense.

However, there is no mental suppression. With Yi Ze's mental level, the so-called Shangxian in his 20s is no different from what ordinary people give him.

The person who came, that is, Wang Yong nodded, glanced at Yi Ze lightly, then took out a series of tools from a small pocket with him, threw them on the ground, and said: "Within twelve hours, complete the work." Harvest!"

The words were quite plain, but the meaning in them was beyond doubt, Yi Ze nodded his head.

The situation is lower than people, and I have to bow my head.

The tools Wang Yong gave were not clever, they were nothing more than a long-handled sickle and fifteen linen bags.

But that small pocket that can take out tools really caught Yi Ze's attention.

Being able to take out these tools freely, even if Yi Ze doesn't know much about the rules of this world, he can understand that these must be some kind of space props.

It may be called Qiankun bag, it may be called storage bag, or it may be called other names.

After Wang Yong gave the tool, he walked aside without saying a word, and Yi Ze picked up the long-handled sickle on the ground and walked down the Lingtian.

Because of the memories of his previous life and Yi Ze's physique improved by the nutrients of the spiritual rice in the past few days, harvesting is not strenuous.

The long-handled sickle is extremely sharp, and the spiritual rice often falls to the ground as soon as it is cut off.

Yi Ze is not in a hurry to pick up the ears of rice that fell on the ground, these can be done last.

In fact, harvesting is not difficult, what is difficult is the final picking. It is not an easy task to put all the spiritual rice on the ears of rice into the sackcloth bag.

It only took two hours for Yi Ze to harvest [-] acres of land, and the speed of the action made Wang Yong look sideways.

"The predecessor is really a little expert in farming!"

Yi Ze sighed in his heart, but it was obviously useless.

At most, it was praised as a humanoid machine.

At this time, the sun was already high, and the sun was so fierce that even Wang Yong no longer stood still, but hid in the shadow under the eaves of the room.

Yi Ze drank a few bowls of water, picked up the sack, bent down and started picking rice ears.

Yi Ze doesn't need to worry about the threshing work, as long as all the ears of rice are smashed into the sack.

The sack is as tall as others. If it is placed in Huaxia, one sack per acre of land is definitely not enough.

However, the yield of spiritual rice is very low, and the yield of one mu of land is only more than 100 catties, and one sack is enough.

"This sack is full, and I'm afraid it will weigh two hundred catties. Including the volume of the ears of rice, it is estimated that it is just enough to meet the maximum output!"

Yi Ze made a simple estimate, and then accelerated the pace of picking up.

Unlike other people who have to stop and take a few bites of sweet potatoes to take a break from time to time, Yi Ze's performance can be said to be outstanding.

Wang Yong looked at the tireless and machine-like Yi Ze from the side, and nodded in satisfaction.

The faster the farmer harvests, the faster he can go back to work.

Staying here is really a waste of his time.

As for the Shangxian who was in charge of other spiritual fields, after seeing Wang Yong's fast speed, they all showed envious expressions.

Comparing the two, the gap is revealed.

Because of the distance, Zhang Cheng didn't know Yi Ze's speed.

It's just that he has a younger brother, because the distance is relatively short, he couldn't help being dumbfounded seeing Yi Ze's harvesting speed like a mad cow.

When Yi Ze completed all the harvesting work of Lingtian, he had only completed [-]% of it.

In the past, his speed was considered fast, but compared to Yi Ze's speed, it was still not as good.

"Did this kid take medicine?"

Leaving a puzzled word, the younger brother continued to harvest the spiritual rice in the spiritual field.

For some reason, the further he harvested, the faster he felt the speed.

It was as if the spiritual rice would fall down by itself.

He obviously didn't realize Yi Ze's contribution.

After noon, Yi Ze came back dragging four sacks.

After eating a sweet potato and drying a few more bowls of water, Yi Ze chose to rest for half an hour, and then went into the spiritual field to continue picking.

Because of Yi Ze's leadership, other immortals of Lingtian also urged the farmers to continue working.

The scene suddenly rolled up.

But even so, no one can match Yi Ze's efficiency.

After another two hours, Yi Ze has finished all the work.

It was getting dusk now, and all the farmers were picking up the ears of rice.

Shangxian gave twelve hours, but no one really dared to spend so much.

On weekdays, usually six hours is enough to end.

But what Yi Ze completed in four hours is not much.

All the sacks were pulled back, fifteen in total, each bulging.

Wang Yong checked all the sacks, and after confirming that the weight was acceptable, he nodded in satisfaction.

Who doesn't love a productive employee?
"You are very good, this is your reward!"

Wang Yong put all the sacks and tools back into his pocket, then took out 150 taels of silver, plus a pill bottle, and threw them to Yi Ze.

"Thank you, Shangxian!"

Yi Ze took it, watched Wang Yong leave, and then looked at the things in his hand.

The 150 taels of silver was pressed heavily in the palm of his hand, and there was no doubt that the extra 50 taels must have been given by Wang Yong.

100 taels is the salary of the farmer, but most of the time Shangxian is in a bad mood and even deducts some.

If you are in a good mood, you will naturally give more, but generally not so much.

These silver taels don't have much effect on the immortals, but they are of great significance to the farmers.

A penny is hard for a hero. Whether you can live a comfortable and comfortable three-month holiday depends on how much money you have.

As for the contents of the pill bottle, it is Yangtian pill.

Of course, this is the name of the farmer, and I don't know the specific name of Yi Ze.

According to the previous memory, Yangtian Pill was the regular antidote used by Tianshuizong to control the people who raised the fields.

Every farmer will be banned by Tianshuizong shortly after birth.

Of course, for mortals, this kind of prohibition is not a clever method.

It's nothing more than a kind of Gu insect.

As long as you take the Raising Field Pill regularly, the Gu worms will not cause any damage to the farmer.

Once the farmer wants to escape, and there is no Tiantian Pill, the Gu worms will eat away at the farmer's organs, resulting in death.

Generally speaking, Yangtian Pill is given out once a month by the immortal who is in charge of taking care of the Lingtian.

At the end of the year, three grains will be distributed at one time for the three-month vacation of the farmers every year.

After all, Tianshuizong also knows the principle of combining work and rest, and blind oppression is not good for them.

Therefore, the three-month holiday for the farmer not only conforms to the growth law of Lingdao, but also allows the farmer to obtain worldly enjoyment. Why not do it?
After putting away the things, Yi Ze returned to the room.

Pour out a Yangtian Dan from the pill bottle and examine it carefully, it is only the size of a mung bean, the surface is rough and uneven, as if it was rubbed out by hand, and it exudes an unpleasant stench.

"If you take it orally, does it mean that the Gu worms in your body are usually living in the stomach?"

Different from his predecessor, Yi Ze didn't think that this kind of Gu worms used to control mortals would have too many clever means.

What resides in the heart and resides in the brain is pure nonsense.

If you really want to be willing to put in this effort, Tianshuizong will probably go bankrupt.

But it's useless to think too much, because the Civilization Illustrated Book has already given the answer.

The page that was turned this time tends to be gray as a whole.

It is obviously different from the previous white pages.

"Is it because Gu worms are more vicious?"

A moment of thought flashed in Yi Ze's mind, and then he looked at the opened pages.

【Name: Gu Si Powder】

【Category: Powdered Medicinal Pills】

[Effect: Feeding worms]

【Proficiency: 0%】

[Refining Difficulty: ☆]

[Refining Reward: Gusi Pill Recipe]

[Danfang: It has been stored, check it yourself]

[Introduction: The powdered pill used to feed Gu filariae can be refined by ordinary people. It has a foul smell, and if eaten by mistake, it will cause diarrhea and abdominal pain. 】

"It turned out that the human body was used as a container."

Gusi powder is poisonous, but because there are Gu silk worms in Yi Ze's body, the poison also becomes the antidote.

Knowing the detailed information of Gusi Pill, that is, Yangtian Pill, Yi Ze breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he gets rid of the threat of Gu silkworms, then this so-called farmer can stop doing it.

With the Civilization Illustrated Book, Yi Ze is not worried that he will not be able to embark on the path of cultivating immortals.

"Get out of here as soon as possible!"

Farmers can decide to leave after harvesting.

This date can be within three days.

After three days, the Lingtian will be closed, and all farmers will be forced to leave the Lingtian.

According to Tianshuizong, this is to restore the concentration of spiritual energy in Lingtian.

But Yi Ze can't control these things anymore, now he is the only one who has completed the task, so leave as soon as possible, so as not to talk too much at night.

What's more, Zhang Cheng and others' Lingtian production has decreased, which has not yet been discovered.

Zhang Cheng and others will feel uncomfortable once they find out that there are some troubles that are indispensable. He, the instigator, may not be able to hide himself perfectly.

With this in mind, Yi Ze took the silver and the pill bottle close to his body, and walked out along the ridge of the field in a leisurely manner.

In the eyes of others, this is completely mocking.

Especially Zhang Cheng et al.

But at the moment, everyone is working hard to reap the harvest, and facing Yi Ze's departure, no one speaks.

Walking out of the area covered by the spiritual fields, and walking another thousand meters, they arrived at the entrance of the valley.

The guards guarding the mountain just glanced at Yi Ze indifferently, and didn't pay too much attention.

These are all monks with a certain level of cultivation, but their cultivation level is superficial. Yi Ze and other farmers are on vacation, but they are not on vacation, they are just working shifts.

Walking out of the valley, looking at the green mountains, Yi Ze couldn't help but smile.

The sky is high for birds to fly, and the sea is wide for fish to leap.

After all, he escaped from Tianshuizong's clutches.

After walking for another quarter of an hour, several carriages were waiting there.

These horsemen driving the carts have already been familiar with the harvest time of the farmers, so they can earn travel expenses by waiting here early for the farmers to come out.

After haggling with several coachmen, Yi Ze finally got into the carriage of an honest-looking old man.

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(End of this chapter)