Chapter 2: Spirit Rice

"Splash..." He Pingsheng poured the two buckets of water from the carrying pole into the water vat.

This large water vat was only half full.

Five times completed today.

He used the old pottery basin to fetch some water to wash his hands and face, washed the pottery basin clean inside and out, and then took half a basin of water back to the room.

This half basin of water was for drinking; if he got thirsty at night, he wouldn't have to run out.

Back in the room, he locked the door and bolted it.

The moonlight was like water, shining into the room through the gaps in the window lattice, mottled and dreamy.

He Pingsheng lay on the bed and fell asleep just like that.

Early the next morning, a rapid sound of a gong came from outside!

Time to get up early!

He Pingsheng dragged his exhausted body to get up, then took the iron bowl and ran to the kitchen.

Because it was time to eat.

You have to be full in the morning to have the strength to work, right?

Handyman disciples walked out of their rooms one by one and came to the cafeteria in front.

More than twenty people, a chaotic mess.

Zhang Laoda, who was still bare-chested but wearing dark red pants, called the roll one by one after everyone arrived. After the roll call, he said: "Time to eat... that Old Bao, give this kid more meat, he must be full... otherwise he won't have the strength to carry water!"

He wasn't pitying He Pingsheng, but Zhang Laoda knew the difficulty of carrying water.

He Pingsheng was young, only fourteen years old this year. If he wasn't full, how could he have the strength to work?

If the work couldn't be done, Zhang Laoda would be the one suffering in the end.

Don't forget, he is the squad leader of this handyman class!

"Thank you, Zhang Laoda!" He Pingsheng was confused and thanked Zhang Laoda with a grateful face.

He was still young, and he didn't see human relationships and some basic principles very clearly, so naturally, he couldn't think of this deeper meaning.

It must be said that the food in the Immortal Sect is still very rich.

Breakfast meat is also enough.

After eating, He Pingsheng washed the bowl clean, then returned to the room and prepared to go to the waterfall behind the mountain to carry water. But as soon as he entered the room, the situation in the room made him somewhat dumbfounded.

The basin he used to store mountain spring water yesterday was left by the window. Originally, there was only half a basin of clear water, but now that half basin of clear water had become a full basin, and it appeared emerald green.

"It's really strange, it's only been one night, has the water gone bad?"

He Pingsheng put down the iron bowl, walked to the window, and leaned his head over to watch carefully.

Closer, he realized that the water was really green, that kind of emerald green.

It looked like it had rotted.

"It seems I can't use this basin to store water in the future!" He Pingsheng reached out and picked up the basin, and poured this basin of emerald green water outside the window: "In the future... I'll just use it to wash clothes!"

With a clatter, he threw the basin on the ground, picked up the carrying pole, opened the door, and came to the mountain spring.

Because he had already carried it five times yesterday, he only needed to carry it fifteen times today.

Fifteen times, it doesn't seem like much, but by the time He Pingsheng finished all the work, it was already late at night.

Dragging his exhausted body back to the small house.

He Pingsheng was worried: carrying it fifteen times a day is almost his limit. There are twenty times tomorrow, how can he carry it?

Just lying on the hard bed, he heard a knock on the door from outside.

No, to be precise, it should be a banging sound, and a rough voice: "He Pingsheng... open the door..."

It was Zhang Laoda's voice.

He Pingsheng removed the bolt and opened the door with a creak.

He saw Zhang Laoda walking in with a bag in his hand, smiling: "Pingsheng, how is it? Are you tired today?"

He Pingsheng thought Zhang Laoda was concerned about him and said gratefully: "A little tired!"

"Hehe..." Zhang Laoda laughed and said: "I saw it too, you ran five times yesterday, and you didn't idle for a moment today, running fifteen trips in total."

"Oh, I know you're tired!"

"Can you finish the task tomorrow?"

Facing Zhang Laoda's inquiry, He Pingsheng had no bottom in his heart.

He could only say: "I will definitely work hard tomorrow!"

"Good!" Zhang Laoda patted his shoulder and said: "Working hard is good, but I'm afraid you won't be able to finish this water-carrying task even if you work yourself to death!"

"Look, what is this?"

Zhang Laoda opened the cloth bag in his hand.

A small bag of white rice appeared in front of He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng asked curiously: "Is this rice?"

"Not rice!" Zhang Laoda shook his head: "The immortals pity us handyman disciples and have issued an order that everyone has a certain amount of Spirit Rice every month. Others get two catties a month, but you are different, you have ten catties every month!"

"Ah?" He Pingsheng said: "Why?"

Zhang Laoda said: "What else could it be? The water-carrying job is heavy. But brother, every newcomer has to go through this stage. It's not that I'm cheating you. If you don't believe me, ask others, they have all carried water!"

"Later, when a new person comes, you won't have to carry water!"

"Come on... find something, I'll pour the rice for you!"

He Pingsheng looked at the whole room and found that the only thing that could hold Spirit Rice was that old pottery basin.

He took the dark pottery basin from the ground and placed it on the table.

Zhang Laoda poured all the rice from the bag into the basin with a splash.

The night was dark, and by the moonlight, He Pingsheng could see that the white rice grains were emitting a hint of emerald green color.

It really is Spirit Rice!

He Pingsheng had seen Spirit Rice before!

When Uncle Jiang, Jiang Jian, was an Outer Sect disciple, he also had ten catties of Spirit Rice every month.

Every time, He Pingsheng helped him run errands to collect it, but Jiang Jian's Spirit Rice was that kind of emerald green.

The color of this Spirit Rice is different, and the quality is also different.

It is said that the top-tier Spirit Rice appears golden yellow.

High-tier Spirit Rice is emerald green.

And these in He Pingsheng's pottery basin are the worst kind that immortals don't look at, otherwise how could they fall into the hands of these handyman disciples?

"Remember, cook two handfuls every day. Eat half before working in the morning, and half before working in the afternoon!"

"Eat more of this rice, I guarantee you can carry water twenty times a day!"

After speaking, Zhang Laoda turned and left.

He Pingsheng's brows furrowed.

Because he used to collect Spirit Rice for Uncle Jiang, he knew exactly how much ten catties of Spirit Rice was.

Where is there ten catties of Spirit Rice in this basin?

It's clearly only half, at most five catties.

This damn Zhang Laoda, isn't he deducting my Spirit Rice?

With these thoughts, He Pingsheng locked the door again and fell asleep.

Thinking too much is useless.

Because he is weak now, even if he knows others are deducting Spirit Rice, what can he do?

Can he ask for it back?

No!

Since he can't, he might as well not waste that effort and go to sleep first! ===== CHAPTER 3 =====