In the fields.
Chu Xun walked along the field ridges, occasionally bending down to pluck a few weeds.
The misty drizzle wet his hair and clothes, but he seed completely unaware.
In the fields before him, what was planted was not grain, but herbal dicine.
The burdock seeds cultivated a few years ago were already ready for picking.
The dicine rchants in the county town had co to look, and the price they offered was about the sa as growing grain.
But burdock seeds were not picky about the location, just like weeds.
Cold-resistant, waterlogging-resistant. To put it bluntly, they could live perfectly well even if thrown there and ignored, requiring almost no care.
Weeding was nothing more than a matter of habit.
It was just that the profit was not as high as imagined. Chu Xun had already reclaid dozens of acres of wasteland in the distance.
He planned to move the burdock seeds over there after finishing planting this year's season.
The fertile land that was freed up would be used to plant fleeceflower root and Paris polyphylla.
The seeds of these two herbal dicines had already germinated, it was just that large-scale planting would still require a long ti.
Chu Xun was not in a hurry either. He just took this opportunity to ticulously study basic herbal dicines.
After inspecting the dicine fields, he turned to the farmlands.
The weather this year was neither good nor bad. Although the sun was fierce, there would still frequently be a bout of rain.
It was just that if one wanted a bumper harvest, relying solely on this bit of rainwater was not enough.
Chu Xun's fingers ford a hand seal, and the misty drizzle seed to be blown by the wind, falling towards the farmlands.
Continuous Rain Spell 1
[Continuous Rain Spell 1503/100000, Can directionally condense the spiritual energy in rainwater, drive water vapor to gather in a large area, and control movent and the amount of rain at will.]
More than two years ago, the Great Cloud and Rain Spell had already upgraded.
In comparison, the Continuous Rain Spell's control over rainwater was even more handy.
He saw drops of rainwater falling. Although the spiritual energy was still thin, it continuously gathered on the rice ears.
Making them plumper and with more grains.
These past two years, relying on the directional effect of the Continuous Rain Spell, Chu Xun's grain yield had increased by at least thirty percent.
Not to ntion Pinecone Village, even in the entire Zhangnan County, no one's land was more productive than his family's.
Moreover, the casting range had also expanded quite a bit. One acre of land only required casting the spell once, saving a lot of ti.
Even the casting distance had improved.
From originally being limited to the surrounding body, now it could be separated by a distance of a hundred ters.
Rustling sounds rang out. The voles pawed at the soil, revealing their small, gray ball-like heads from the ground.
A few foot-long weasels imdiately abandoned these voles, squeezed through the rice stalks and ran over, pawing at Chu Xun's trouser legs wanting to climb up.
It was just that as a hissing sound rang out, a green and white snake over two ters long slithered over, scaring them into drooping their heads and standing neatly to the side.
Three years had passed, and the small snake from back then had already grown into a large snake.
It was just that it hadn't yet reached a too terrifying degree, so Chu Xun didn't have it hide in the Songliu River along with the two giant pythons.
A few crows fell from the trees, pecking and scratching at the green and white snake's head.
The large snake slightly raised its body, flicking its tongue as if to bite but not biting.
This was their unique way of playing, having a style of its own.
But they would also pay attention to propriety, trying their best not to damage the crops.
Chu Xun had been in this world for twenty-nine years, and these livestock and poultry had also accompanied him for twenty-nine years.
Perhaps the spiritual rain made their vitality burst forth. Except for the voles that burrowed in the soil all year round, the other livestock and poultry rarely died.
Especially the crows, which naturally lived long.
Having freeloaded on the spiritual rain for nearly thirty years, now even the oldest crow was only close to a ter in body length, astonishingly large, yet showing no traces of old age at all.
It was as if in the life trajectories of these livestock and poultry, they were still in their pri.
Because they were simply too large, the old crows rarely went to Chu Xun's courtyard anymore, afraid of scaring people.
Only those born a few years ago would fly over and squat in a row on the eaves.
At this ti, a calling sound ca from the distance, "Brother Xun!"
The livestock and poultry scattered at the sound, and in the blink of an eye, they burrowed into the farmlands and disappeared without a trace.
Shitou and Qi Ermao followed the field ridges, their straw sandals kicking up flying mud.
The two completely ignored it, running excitedly in front of Chu Xun and saying, "Have you heard? The horse tribes of the Northern Desert have invaded, and the imperial court has sent a large army there. Ermao and I also want to join the army, and establish ritorious deeds and a career then."
Chu Xun frowned slightly upon hearing this. Shitou was eighteen this year, and Qi Ermao was seventeen.
Both children were ones he had watched grow up, and their feelings were very deep.
Although Shitou and Qi Ermao always called him "Brother Xun" with every mouthful, in reality, it was about the sa as uncle and nephews.
These years, the families in the village had all saved so silver. Shitou married a wife last year, and he heard she was just pregnant.
The child hasn't even been born yet, and you run off to join the army, what kind of talk is that?
Furthermore, both of their fathers died during the water dispute back then, leaving behind orphans and widowed mothers.
Now that they had finally grown into adults with great difficulty, if sothing else happened, wouldn't it be the white-haired sending off the black-haired?
But the Kingdom of Jing had been established for nearly thirty years, and had fought countless battles, big and small.
Although it had been much calr in recent years, there were still many young people eager to establish ritorious deeds, break away from their current social class, or climb to a higher level.
Shitou and Qi Ermao were exactly like this. They didn't consider the matters behind them too much, only thinking about establishing ritorious deeds and a career, becoming majestic generals in the future, and returning ho in glory.
It would be best if it was like the New Year pictures bought a few years ago, drawn on them, making every household marvel.
Chu Xun shook his head and said, "If you are here to ask , I think it's better not to go."
"Why?"
"Fighting a war kills people, aren't you afraid of death?"
Qi Ermao hesitated slightly, but Shitou didn't hesitate at all, holding his head high and puffing out his chest, "Fearing death is not a manly man, these are the words you taught ."
Chu Xun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I taught you that, but it wasn't ant to be used at this ti.
"What do your mothers say?" Chu Xun asked.
"My mother said to at least leave incense for the family, but my wife is already pregnant," Shitou said.
Qi Ermao opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound.
He hadn't married a wife yet, where would the incense inheritance co from.
Chu Xun said, "Being pregnant doesn't an you can leave incense. Both of your families are single seedlings, how can you risk your lives? Absolutely not."
If the war is fought well, perhaps you can establish ritorious deeds and a career.
But in fighting a war, how can there be no people dying.
In terms of both emotion and reason, Chu Xun didn't want to see such a thing happen.
Although this kind of thought was sowhat selfish, after all, protecting the ho and defending the country was the duty of the people of the Kingdom of Jing.
But for the children he had watched grow up, how could he bear for them to take risks.
Chu Xun absolutely refused to relent, and even took them back, calling the two won over as well, to have a good talk.
In the end, the two of them finally couldn't go. According to Chu Xun's words, at the very least, you have to wait until the child is born before talking about it.
Eight months later.
Shitou got a chubby son and asked Chu Xun to help give him a na, called Liao Licheng.
Utmost sincerity can crack even tal and stone; tempered and honed to beco a useful talent.
Shitou said it was good with his mouth, but felt this na was a tongue-twister to read, so he gave him another nickna.
Goudan.
After Chu Xun heard it, he had nothing to say, and could only praise with one sentence, "Classic."
One month later, Qi Ermao married a wife.
It was a girl from Xunshan Village thirty miles away, nad Chunni.
Although her appearance was ordinary, she was very diligent in her work.
Three months later, just after the end of the year, the winter snow dyed the village white.
The door creaked open. The crows squatting on the eaves took the opportunity to shake their bodies, dropping flakes of snow.
Chu Xun ca out wearing a not-too-thick padded jacket. His physique was much stronger than ordinary people, so he didn't feel much coldness.
He habitually squatted down and reached out to brush away the white snow covering the Spirit Pearl Grass.
The twenty leaves were still glossy green, never having withered or yellowed.
The green-skinned flower bud from earlier years finally revealed a trace of bright red slit this year.
[End of Chapter]
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