The story of the reborn pharmacist

I don't know when it started to spread. People in the Great Shu Kingdom generally believe that the dead ancestors will return home regularly, enjoy incense, and take care of the younger generations who are still alive. During this special period, the spiritual field at home will be became their temporary residence.

It is also because of this that Lingtian is of great significance to most people in the Great Shu Kingdom, and it is not just as simple as a land that can breed spiritual energy.Unless it has reached a time when there is no way out, there will only be exchanges, and there will be almost no monetary transactions.

The two pieces of spiritual fields in the hands of Wei Ziqin's mother were exchanged for the spiritual fields in Chengjia Village. See.

Wei Ziqin was walking towards Calabash Mountain while stroking the wooden sign in his hand.

As for how to change the situation at home as soon as possible, he actually thought a lot before, but unfortunately, the method he could think of either required too much capital, it was not something he could bear at all, or the cultivation base required was too high. Unless he picks up the kung fu practiced in his previous life, it will probably be difficult to do it for a while.

After much deliberation, there is really only one thing, "planting spiritual fields", which he really has the capital and ability to do well now.

Thinking back to the time when the number one pharmacist in the cultivation world, now he can only sow the lowest spiritual seeds, it is really melancholy.

As soon as he reached the foot of Calabash Mountain, Wei Ziqin was about to enter the spiritual field when he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Qinzi!" Liang Hu ran over with a look of surprise, "Why did you come here? Do you want to plant spiritual fields with your father?"

"No, I want to plant spiritual fields myself." Wei Ziqin shook his head and said, carefully watching Liang Hu's face.

Although the young man can still see the obvious bruises, but at least he is in good spirits. It seems that he has more or less walked out of the shadow of his father's death.

"You want to grow spiritual fields yourself?" Liang Hu was frightened, and quickly grabbed Wei Ziqin's arm, "No, don't mess around, can it be a joke, if your parents find out , I have to peel off your skin."

Wei Ziqin looked calm, and led Liang Hu to the direction of Lingtian: "My parents have agreed."

"Ah? Already agreed," Liang Hu's eyes widened immediately, and then he showed a look of envy in an instant, "God, your parents really dote on you, you can play with something as important as Lingtian Son."

If it were him, it would have been better when his father was around, but now that his father is gone, my mother probably wouldn't let him touch the spiritual field in the house with a single finger.

Different from ordinary farmland, Lingtian is based on "square". Although the standards are different in each place, generally speaking, one square is equivalent to one-tenth of an acre, and a square of Lingtian is about the same size if it is properly cared for. Five to six grains of Lingmi can be planted.

All the spiritual fields are surrounded by simple formations to prevent theft and trampling of nearby wild animals, and only those who hold the corresponding keys can enter them.

Entering the spiritual field, feeling the strands of spiritual energy flowing around, Liang Hu's worry rose to the extreme almost instantly: "Can it work, can it really work, or let's forget it?"

"Okay, if you don't want me to fail, just stand aside quietly." Annoyed by Liang Hu's noise, Wei Ziqin turned his head and gave him a cool look.

Liang Hu was taken aback by the failure or something, and immediately didn't dare to say a word.

After taking care of the chattering Liang Hu, Wei Ziqin stood in the middle of the spiritual field and took out the spiritual rice seeds and a small piece of broken spiritual stone that Wei's mother had prepared for him in the morning.

If such a simple thing as breeding can fail, then he will really be ashamed to live in this world.

At the foot of Calabash Mountain, it was almost noon.

The eldest sister of the Wei family, Wei Xiulan, was carrying a bamboo basket for lunch, and stood outside the Lingtian with a worried expression on her face.

"Why, San'er hasn't come out yet?" Wei Qi, who had just finished his farm work in the morning, came over and asked.

Although he said that the younger son was messing around, at the moment Wei Qi was obviously worried about the situation in Lingtian.

"Father," Wei Xiulan didn't know what her father was thinking, she just thought he was hungry, and quickly took out a pancake from the bamboo basket, "If you are really hungry, eat this first, mother stewed bone soup at noon, but you must It will take a while to deliver."

Wei Qi waved his hand, who is in the mood to eat at this time.

Because Wei Qi has always been in charge of taking care of the spiritual fields at home, he knows better than anyone the difficulty of growing spiritual rice, especially the first step of breeding, which needs to be guided by broken spiritual stones to mobilize the spiritual energy inside the spiritual seeds stand up.

It sounds simple, but Lingmi seeds are so fragile, even a little more or less will lead to the failure of the breeding process.

Even a skilled hand like Wei Qi has a nearly [-]% chance of failure in breeding, and this is already the lowest in the entire Shuhe Village. After all, one mature Lingmi can harvest at least five grains of Lingmi. Mi, a [-]% success rate is enough to ensure that Wei Qi can at least make some money every time.

"My brother is out!" Seeing the two teenagers walking out of the formation, Wei Xiulan greeted them in surprise.

"Thank you, big sister." Wei Ziqin took a big gulp of the water jug ​​handed over by Wei Xiulan, and finally relieved the thirst in his throat.

He was really careless. He originally thought that with his current level, it would be more than enough to plant five grains of spiritual rice in one go, but he forgot that his current cultivation base is only so weak that he can only refine Qi at the first level. However, no matter how skilled the methods are, without enough qi support, it can only be the result of being completely exhausted and paralyzed.

Wei Qi, who was neglected, had a stiff expression. After holding back for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and walked up to Wei Ziqin and said, "Where is the Lingmi, how is the planting going? Don't they all fail?"

fail.Hearing these two words, Liang Hu, who had a dull expression just now, turned his head instantly, looking at Wei Ziqin as if he was looking up at a god.

"It's all been planted, dad, if you're worried, go in with me and have a look." Wei Ziqin said with a smile, shaking the key to the spiritual field in his hand.

If the spiritual energy in the spiritual field was just like a thin layer of water vapor, then the spiritual energy above the spiritual field is like a trickling stream, as long as you stand in it, you will feel refreshed and happy.

On the black soil, young green shoots have sprouted from the five Lingmi plants, emitting a fluorescent green shimmer.

Wei Qi stared, almost speechless.

Impossible, how long has passed, even the most experienced veterans who are good at planting spiritual fields, it is impossible to grow so much spiritual rice in such a short period of time.

"San'er?" Wei Xiulan's eyes also widened. Although she didn't know much about Lingtian, she knew that the scene in front of her was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It was the second time Liang Hu was shocked, he came back to his senses, and hugged Wei Ziqin's thigh: "Qinzi, you are too powerful! No... Boss, you will be my boss from now on, and my family also has a spiritual field. It's all up to you from now on."

Wei Ziqin was dizzy from being shaken by him, and kicked him to the side: "Get out, if you dare to shake me again, I won't care about your family's affairs from now on."

The dizziness caused by excessive use of mental power lasted until night.

Knowing what happened in Lingtian, Cheng Yueying laughed like a flower all night, and kept adding vegetables to Wei Ziqin's bowl, even picking up the little bit of meat that was picked from the bones at noon. into his bowl.

"Listen, you brothers." When dinner was almost over, Cheng Yueying straightened her expression and called her children over, while putting the Lingtian key that Wei Ziqin gave to Wei Ziqin earlier on the table, "You must have heard what happened at noon. I will just say a word here. From now on, the two spiritual fields of our family will be handed over to San'er. The income will still be the same as in the past. km, so don’t think too much about it, and don’t have any other opinions.”

Wei Xiulan kept nodding while holding the job bowl: "That's right, San'er should be in charge. There are five grains of Lingmi, and none of them failed. At that time, I was really scared to death. I thought I was dreaming."

Five to six grains of spiritual rice can be planted on one spiritual field, and five to ten grains of spiritual rice can be grown from one plant of spiritual rice. Calculated on the basis of one tael of silver per grain of spiritual rice, as long as the spiritual rice planted by Wei Ziqin The rice can grow smoothly, so there is really nothing to worry about at home in the future.

Wei Qi obviously thought of the same question. Although he was in a very complicated mood at the moment, he didn't say anything more, and he acquiesced in his wife's decision.

Seeing that both parents nodded in agreement, the elder brother Wei Zilin naturally didn't have any opinions, he only expressed a few words of encouragement, and continued to eat his dinner with his head bowed.

Only the sister-in-law Jiaofeng sitting next to her looked gloomy and didn't say a word until the meal was over.

After a tiring day, the eldest brother Wei Zilin finished his simple wash, lay on the bed and wanted to fall asleep, but before he could fall asleep, Jiaofeng pinched his waist hard and woke up instantly.

Wei Zilin opened his bleary sleepy eyes, completely confused: "What's the matter, I'm almost sleepy, can we wait until I wake up?"

"Sleep, sleep, are you a pig, you know how to eat, eat and sleep all day long!"

"Ah?" Seeing his wife's aggrieved and angry expression, Wei Zilin felt even more inexplicably.

"You are the eldest son of the family!" Jiaofeng wiped her eyes vigorously, "It's okay for your mother to be biased, but why should you hand over the family's spiritual fields to your third brother now? Does she still have you in her heart? son!"

What the hell?

Wei Zilin barely opened his eyes: "What's wrong with my mother, so what are you trying to say?"

"I don't care," Jiaofeng pushed him hard, "Go to your mother and ask for the Lingtian, even a piece of it!"

"Enough," Wei Zilin finally understood the meaning of his wife's words, frowned fiercely, and threw the quilt aside, "Don't think about these useless things all day long, I don't know how to plant spiritual fields, nor I will go ask my mother, take care of your own affairs, and don't let me hear you say such nonsense in the future."

"Do you hear clearly?" Wei Zilin asked again, fearing that the other party might not have heard clearly.

Jiaofeng could only nod her head, but she hated so much in her heart that she didn't get up until brother Wei fell asleep, and then got up again by the moonlight, and stared fiercely at Wei Ziqin's room.

Due to excessive consumption of mental power, Wei Ziqin fell into a drowsy sleep that night, almost did not fall asleep directly, and finally got up until the sun was high.

Before he finished washing, he heard noises coming from outside.

"What's going on outside, why are you so noisy?" Wei Ziqin couldn't help but ask strangely after finishing his clothes.

Eldest sister Wei Xiulan put down the things in her hands, and looked out of the window with great doubts: "It seems to be the voice of my sister-in-law. The person on the other side is a bit familiar, and he looks like the lunatic in our village."

Wei Ziqin paused for a moment, then turned around.

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