The sun is scorching the sky, and the cicadas are chirping.

"Song Ping, a stone from Xianjia Valley, grade C, worth ten taels of silver."

"Zhao Yang, two stones of spiritual rice, good quality, two hundred taels of silver."

"..."

At the bottom of the pergola, there was an old man in black clothes and a jade crown. He was sitting there, quoting prices in a loud voice, and recording everyone who came up to sell grain.

If there was air conditioning in the previous life, Jiang Tang would definitely eat popsicles while enjoying the cool breeze, saying that the weather was nice and the sun was just right.

But now, he could only wear a bamboo hat to protect himself from the sun, his arms were exposed to the scorching sun, he pushed the wooden cart with all his strength, and his eyes kept looking forward.

Jiang Tang wiped his sweat.

Damn it, grandpa, the scorching sun was just right, it was so hot.

He was originally a modern college student in another time and space. When he woke up, he traveled through this imaginary world where he could cultivate reality.

Probably every time-traveler has an inherent advantage - as soon as they time-travel, they can be in this world of cultivating immortals. The starting world gives a golden finger. From then on, gods come to beat gods, Buddhas come to beat Buddha, and they go all the way.

Reach the pinnacle of life.

And he, Jiang Tang, is an exception.

Originally, with the complacency of being the chosen son of a time-travelling person, he proudly went to the Immortal Sect to participate in the entrance spiritual root test.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

The cruel reality gave him a head-on blow.

He is the most useless miscellaneous spirit. He can't even carry out the basic cultivation of introducing Qi into the body, let alone attain enlightenment and ascension - that's all other people's business and has nothing to do with him.

So Jiang Tang was honorably assigned to the Xianmen's handyman disciples and became a farmer.

The farmers in Xianmen grow rice from the Xianjia sect to the mortal world, as well as various elixirs and herbs. There is a shortage of food in Xianmen this year, so Jiang Tang’s cart is full of rice that has not been shucked.

The Fairy Valley.

"Hey, little friend, I told you to come here quickly, there are people queuing up behind you." Just as Jiang Tang was sighing, a voice suddenly pulled him back.

Seeing that it was the old man in Mo Yi who was speaking to him, Jiang Tang realized what he was doing, bowed hurriedly, and pulled the cart over to taste it with him.

"Jiang Tang, a stone from the Xianjia Valley, of excellent quality, worth five hundred taels of gold!" After the old man in black clothes looked at it carefully, he immediately showed a satisfied look on his face, nodded approvingly, and then took a note.

When Jiang Tang heard this, his face suddenly showed joy.

After three years of hard work in farming, Jiang Tangdu accepted that he was destined to be a farmer at the bottom of the social chain in his life.

As a result, one day, Jiang Tang suddenly discovered that the piece of jade he was wearing around his neck turned out to be the spiritual field space. And because he had cultivated the jade stone, he concluded a contract with it and became the owner of this space.

After Jiang Tang entered the space, he found that there was thick fog in all directions. He could only see an acre of land under his feet, some scattered seeds, and a few volumes of ancient books.

After reading ancient books, Jiang Tang learned that this spiritual field space is a mysterious treasure that can be obtained by those who are destined.

All things planted have spiritual energy and are treasures.

The territory of Lingtian is vast, even larger than the Kyushu Continent. And the reason why he can only see an acre of land under his feet is because of his insufficient cultivation.

As long as his cultivation level improves, he can cultivate spiritual fields.

According to ancient books, after the spiritual fields are reclaimed, many unexpected and good treasures will be given to them.

Baby.

So Jiang Tang planted the seeds in the space under the guidance of ancient books and carefully watched them.

After they grew up, Jiang Tang made the elixir according to a recipe in an ancient book, and drank it to reshape the spiritual roots, so that he could draw the Qi into his body and start cultivating.

And this batch of Xianjia Valley was the first batch of crops he planted in Lingtian.

He planted it with the mentality of giving it a try.

As a result, the seeds in this batch of phase C actually grew into the high-quality millet in phase A that is rich in spiritual energy!

Jiang Tang was completely excited.

This golden finger came a little late, but it is better than waiting for death without doing anything.

"My little friend, you are the best in this year's farm work. Work hard and don't slack off." The old man handed a written sign to Jiang Tang and spoke encouragingly.

"Disciple, please remember." Jiang Tang bowed and bowed, took the sign and hurriedly went to the outer deacon to exchange money, leaving the envious eyes of the servant disciples.

"Little friend Jiang has worked very hard in the past three years. Why don't you report it to the sect and apply to join the Spiritual Farmers Association?" The deacon gave Jiang Tang a Qiankun bag containing money and reminded him kindly.

"What the deacon said is absolutely true. It's just that the disciples are not skilled and dare not go to such places to practice axes. It is better to work honestly." Jiang Tang touched his head.

The Spiritual Farmers Association is specially organized by the Immortal Sect, and those who can join it will definitely be among the best in the future - of course, this does not refer to cultivation, but refers to their agricultural work, which can be obtained by the Immortal Family who come down to earth to inspect

Recognition.

It was his first time to try planting in Lingtian. If he joined rashly, it would be a disaster if it overturned in the future.

After three years of farming, Jiang Tang learned a lesson.

Be honest and do your duty, plus be obedient.

What's more, although he is on the road to cultivation, he is still a human being at heart.

People work for money.

His goal is not at the Naling Farmers Association - he wants to cultivate himself and make a lot of money to make himself rich.

After all, money is not everything, but without money, nothing is impossible.

Even though this is a world of cultivation, major sects in the mortal world still need to eat and support a group of disciples with mortal bodies - so they also need to make money.

Jiang Tang originally thought that his dream of getting rich was hopeless, until the sky fell into space.

After receiving the first wave of goods, Jiang Tang, who once again had the idea of ​​getting rich, planted the seeds of the magical herbs and elixirs he had secretly hidden in an acre of land.

Now, he just needs to water it, pull the weeds, practice, and wait for the spiritual grass to grow.

Jiang Tang thought happily as he walked towards the practice room.

He had no idea that the gold he harvested today had already been targeted by some greedy people.

In front of the practice room, Jiang Tang handed over the money to the disciple in charge on duty and was about to go in to practice when he was suddenly stopped by a hand.

"Junior Brother Jiang, I've taken over this place, Brother Long. Please wait a moment, Junior Brother Jiang." The man grinned, smiled slightly, and turned around to go in.

Jiang Tang raised his eyebrows.

He wants to be stubborn, but that doesn't mean he can tolerate bullying.

"Senior Brother Du, I came to this practice room first, and I have already paid the money." Jiang Tang stretched out his hand, pulled the visitor's sleeve, and opened his lips slightly.

He is the last disciple of this generation to get started, and because he is not strong enough, every handyman disciple here is his senior brother.

This guy is Du Long, a well-known little bully among the handyman disciples.
Chapter completed!