Chapter 11: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 11: Peddler Hu Bugui, Relieving Worries and Solving Diffic

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

As his vision grew wider and wider.

Xu Zhangqing finally saw his own Second Grade Spirit Field.

At first glance, it seemed no different from the First Grade Spirit Fields in the Outer Perimeter.

Whether in range or the height of the Spirit Field Ridge, there was hardly any difference.

But if observed carefully, one would discover that the soil was black.

This was obviously Black Soil with higher nutritional content.

Not only could it grow Lingti of excellent quality.

But the yield would also increase.

And not far away, at roughly ten meters, there was a deserted Wooden House.

Xu Zhangqing approached and looked, discovering that there was actually no dust inside.

Not even snakes, insects, rats, or ants.

Exceptionally clean.

Inside, there was one room, one hall, one bathroom, and one kitchen.

But there were not too many decorations in the house, only daily necessities such as a bed and kitchenware.

"Not bad." Xu Zhangqing was quite satisfied.

Whatever was lacking could be slowly made up for later.

At least the wind couldn't blow in, and the rain couldn't drench him.

Next, the first thing Xu Zhangqing did was change his clothes.

He had always disdained the gray clothes worn by Outer Disciples.

He quickly changed into the white clothes worn only by Formal Disciples.

A green rice seedling was embroidered on the chest.

The whole person's temperament also changed.

Appearing more steady.

He would not be seen at a glance as a spirit farmer.

"Next is the Spirit Rice Porridge I've been longing for." Xu Zhangqing said with a grin.

As long as he became a Formal Disciple of the Dongting Immortal Sect.

He would no longer need to drink ordinary rice porridge.

These hundred jin of Spirit Rice would last at least until next spring.

Immediately, Xu Zhangqing went to the Kitchen to set up a pot and boil water.

Half an hour later, a pot of fragrant Spirit Rice Porridge was cooked.

The Wood Spirit Qi content in the Kitchen had significantly increased.

Xu Zhangqing ladled a small bowl, then placed it before his eyes to observe carefully.

This Spirit Rice was plumper than ordinary rice.

Even after being cooked, it did not feel like it had scattered.

It even had a bit of Q elasticity, solidifying like jelly.

Xu Zhangqing took a shallow taste, and his eyes immediately brightened.

The texture of the Spirit Rice was superb.

One bite down, Spiritual Energy blended with fragrance burst forth.

The whole person was intoxicated by the fragrance.

"Eh?"

Xu Zhangqing said in surprise: "Spiritual Power is increasing."

Although it was slow.

But this thing itself had no restrictions and could be eaten long-term.

Why Zhang Er, Han Su, Zhao Xin, and others.

Every single one of them was coveting Spirit Rice?

Just for this reason!

Moreover, the Spirit Rice produced by First Grade Spirit Fields already had this effect.

If it were Second Grade or above... one could imagine how astonishing it was.

After eating and drinking his fill, Xu Zhangqing did not rest.

Nor did he plant Spiritual Seedlings.

Instead, he took out a Jade Tablet and continued studying the Wood Spirit Entangling Art.

As long as Zhang Er lived for one day, he would have a sense of crisis for one day.

Therefore, he must have Self-protection Power.

However, this Wood Spirit Entangling Art was, after all, a High Rank spell.

It was impossible to learn it all at once.

Fortunately, the current Xu Changqing was different.

If it were before, it would probably take over two months to gain a preliminary grasp.

But now, Xu Changqing felt it would take no more than a month at most.

And once he learned it, he could use the "Golden Finger" to forcibly raise the grade.

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Time arrived at the third day since becoming a Formal Disciple.

Xu Changqing carried a hoe on his shoulder and began loosening the soil of this Second Grade Spirit Field.

It was currently winter, the temperature dropping lower and lower, the weather growing increasingly cold.

Therefore, this caused the black soil to be somewhat harder than imagined.

If not for reaching Qi Refining Middle Stage, with five strands of Spiritual Power supporting him inside his body.

Wanting to finish it all in a short time, he truly could not do it.

Xu Changqing thought secretly: "I wonder how much the yield will be?"

"Aiyo— there's actually someone over here." Just then, a cry of surprise rang out from not far away.

Xu Changqing hurriedly looked over and instantly froze.

He saw a fat man leading a spirit beast that closely resembled a camel, approaching step by step.

A palm-sized bell hung around the spirit beast's neck.

With a movement, a jingling sound immediately rang out.

And on the spirit beast's back were all bundles.

As the other party drew closer, a stench simultaneously spread out.

"I am Hu Bugui, a Formal Disciple of Spirit Beast Valley, may I ask who you are, Dao Friend?" The rather wealthy-looking Hu Bugui grinned, the two lumps of fat on his cheeks trembling along with it.

"Xu Changqing." Xu Changqing introduced himself.

Hu Bugui asked again: "Xu Dao Friend, are you the newly arrived Spirit Farmer?"

"Yes, I just became a Formal Disciple." Xu Changqing nodded slightly.

"Seeing you loosening soil, could it be you want to plant in winter?" Hu Bugui was quite surprised.

Xu Changqing smiled: "Anyway, I'm idle anyway."

"What a coincidence then, I have what you need." Hu Bugui's eyes brightened.

"You're a peddler?" Xu Changqing was stunned.

"You can understand it that way, but accurately speaking, I am a rising-period merchant." Hu Bugui revealed a proud expression.

"What are you selling?" Xu Changqing was very curious.

"I come from Spirit Beast Valley, so what I brought is naturally... Spirit Beast Feces." Hu Bugui turned and took down a small bundle, then opened it facing Xu Changqing.

Instantly, an even more pungent stench emerged.

Choking Xu Changqing into retreating several steps.

Until the smell dissipated somewhat, only then did he walk forward again.

Leaning in for a look, inside were piece after piece of Spirit Beast Feces.

Darkish, with quite a lot of plant fibers inside.

Should have been collected for a period of time, so it was somewhat dry.

Hu Bugui laughed: "This is Hundred Years Spirit Beast Feces, just right to pair with your Second Grade Spirit Field."

"What price?" Xu Changqing, hearing this, appeared thoughtful.

Black soil's nutrients are naturally high.

But if Spirit Beast Feces are added, it will definitely be "like adding wings to a tiger".

Especially now that it's winter, who wouldn't want to increase the yield a bit.

Hu Bugui said quite generously: "Originally one hundred catties of Hundred Years Spirit Beast Feces cost ten Low-grade Spirit Stones, but since you're a new customer, I'll give it for eight."

Xu Changqing shook his head: "I don't have Spirit Stones, only Spirit Rice."

Hu Bugui nodded: "Spirit Rice is even better."

Xu Changqing asked in confusion: "How many Spirit Stones can ten catties of First-grade Spirit Rice exchange for?"

"Uh." Hu Bugui laughed dryly: "The market price of ten catties of First-grade Spirit Rice is one Low-grade Spirit Stone."

Although Spirit Rice is in high demand, the output is not low either.

And the price of First-grade Spirit Rice is relatively stable.

Only Spirit Plants with higher grades and rarer varieties sell for more.

"Meaning, ten catties of First-grade Spirit Rice is equivalent to ten catties of Hundred Years Spirit Beast Feces?" Xu Changqing was stunned by this result.

"This... things are valued for their rarity." Hu Bugui explained embarrassedly.

"Too expensive, give me a friend's price, we're not doing a one-time deal, you can't possibly not come here in the future, right?" Xu Changqing didn't want to give up easily.

Hu Bugui deeply agreed.

Isn't doing business just like this.

Give and take, mutual trust.

So he thought for a bit, then raised two chubby fingers on his right hand.

"What do you mean?" Xu Changqing didn't understand.

Hu Bugui said seriously: "You give me ten catties of First-grade Spirit Rice, I give you twenty catties of Hundred Years Spirit Beast Feces, how about it?"

"Only twenty catties?" Xu Changqing raised his eyebrows.

"Twenty-five catties, can't go any higher." Hu Bugui gritted his teeth.

"Deal." Xu Zhangqing didn't want to make the relationship awkward.

After the two finished the transaction, Hu Bugui suddenly smiled mysteriously: "I still have some good things here, does Xu Dao Friend want to take a look?"

"Good things?" Xu Zhangqing expressed serious doubt about this.

He even sells feces, what good things could he still have.

Perhaps to prove his strength, Hu Bugui therefore took out a Small Storage Bag, and after opening it took out a few things.

Respectively a pot of Wine.

A Paper Man.

And also several grains of Seed stuck with Spiritual Beast Feces.

Xu Zhangqing instantly revealed a disgusted Expression, saying: "What are these."

"You're a person all alone, you definitely need to relieve worries and solve difficulties.

This Paper Man was personally Designed by the Water Pavilion talisman-drawing master, not only can be male or female, the simulation effect is Even More comparable to a real person, current price only fifty jin of First-grade Spirit Rice oh." Hu Bugui finished speaking with a pause of winking and making eyes.

"..." Xu Zhangqing instantly had black lines all over his forehead.