The sun was scorching hot, like being burned alive, making one's scalp tingle. The soil beneath one's feet was dry and hard, cracked and split, like the bark of an old tree that had died of thirst.
Jiang Chan gritted her teeth, swung the broken hoe in her hand, and smashed it down hard!
Bang!
The hoe blade struck the hard clod of earth, making her arms ache and go numb, and her hands throbbed with a sharp, needle-like pain. When she opened her palms, she saw that they were already raw and chafed, with several blisters broken, a sticky mess of dirt and sweat, dirty and painful.
This broken hoe was incredibly heavy; the wooden handle was cracked, and the iron plate was rusted and chipped—it was completely useless. But she had no choice.
She straightened up, took a breath, and felt her throat was parched. This piece of land in front of her was her lifeline—the "Chengqishisan" medicinal herb field.
It was the most remote and deserted corner of Lingyao Peak. The soil was the kind of nutrient-poor yellow sand, with a few sparse rows of wilted grass seedlings growing there. The leaves were yellowish and the stems were as thin as hemp stalks, swaying in the wind.
This is the "Dewdrop Grass," the most basic spiritual medicine of the Qinglan Sect, and also the death knell for this menial disciple.
Jiang Chan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The air was filled with the earthy smell and the lingering sour odor of stale, low-quality spiritual fertilizer. She tried to sense the pitiful amount of spiritual energy within her body.
Does it exist? It seems so. A tiny thread, finer than a hair, hidden deep within the body, soft and lifeless. Trying to stir it even slightly is like throwing a mud ox into the sea—not a sound whatsoever.
He was born with a congenital intestinal paralysis.
These four words weighed on her like a heavy stone, making it hard for her to breathe. This was the universally acknowledged label of a useless cultivator. Forget about being able to summon wind and rain with a simple hand seal like an inner disciple, or soften the earth like cotton; she couldn't even utter a sound with the lowest-level, most insignificant "Earth-Nourishing Technique"!
Fragments of the original owner's memories surged up, carrying a chilling despair:
Fragment 1: A thin little girl, dressed in drab rags and as thin as a bean sprout, would go to the fields before dawn with a broken hoe, working under the scorching sun until dark, her back aching from exhaustion. All for tending to a few blades of grass in this barren patch of land.
Fragment 2: At the end of the month, when it was time to hand in the task, Manager Zhou, with his pointed chin and mean eyes, pinched his nose and rummaged through the pitifully small amount of Dew Grass in the basket. He then shrieked, "Useless! A useless person born with blocked meridians! This little bit isn't even enough to feed rabbits! It's not even a tenth of what the inner sect senior brothers and sisters get! Half of this month's spirit stones and fasting pills will be deducted! If this continues next month, you're going to the back mountain to mine!"
Fragment 3: Fewer and fewer pills each time, the body growing weaker and weaker. The last memory was of the original owner's vision going black, collapsing onto this yellow earth, still clutching a few withered grasses she hadn't finished picking. She never got up again.
I'm exhausted.
They were worked to death and driven to their demise by this desolate land and this "naturally dead vein".
Scientific farming?!
Surpassing even the inner disciples?!
With just this sandy land and this broken hoe in his hand?!
They even want to teach others how to build intelligence networks?!
Jiang Chan nearly choked when she saw the two task descriptions in her field of vision! To make a "severed meridian waste" who couldn't even use the lowest-level spells use farming methods to crush those inner sect "immortal farmers" who could summon wind and rain and use spiritual energy to cultivate spiritual herbs? This was even more outrageous than making a rabbit kick an eagle!
A surge of anger rushed to her head! She really wanted to smash that broken hoe!
But once the evil fire subsided, only a bone-chilling cold remained. Why not... wait to have all my pills and spirit stones confiscated, and die here like the original owner? Or be thrown into the back mountains to mine, where I'd die even faster!
This is the inescapable "mission penalty: death!"
no!
We absolutely cannot sit idly by and wait to die!
She took a deep breath of the scorching, earthy air, forcing herself to calm down. Spells? None! Spiritual energy? So thin it was practically nonexistent! But… she still had her brain! The system was talking about “scientific farming”… and the system even gave her something!
[Basic Agricultural Science Knowledge Base]!
The name flashed through her mind.
Science or metaphysics doesn't matter! As long as it can save lives and complete the mission, it's a good method!
She immediately focused her attention on "looking" at the knowledge base. Instantly, a massive amount of information flooded her mind! It wasn't spell incantations; it was all about soil, water, fertilizer, seeds, insects…
How to fertilize the land? How to choose good seeds? How to deal with insects that eat crops? How to make crops grow strong and healthy? Each and every point is explained clearly!
These high and mighty "immortal farmers" in the cultivation world only know how to rely on spiritual energy and magic to accelerate growth! They know absolutely nothing about soil structure, plant nutrition, or ecological balance! They don't take farming seriously at all!
Jiang Chan looked at the yellow sandy soil under her feet, which was as hard as stone, cracked and smoking, and where not even an earthworm could be seen. Then she looked at the half-dead dew grass in the ground, and the knowledge base in her mind started to work quickly.
This land is too barren! It needs to be nourished!
The grass is of such poor quality! We need to pick a better variety!
Insects… Jiang Chan squinted, carefully examining the wilted leaves. Sure enough, there were many small holes gnawed out! They needed treatment!
A rough but clear plan took shape in her mind: improving the soil was fundamental! Compost! Turn those rotten leaves and weeds into nutrients!
Before that, we need to pick out the relatively better seedlings from among the diseased seedlings in the field and save them for seed! There are also insects, so we need to find a way to kill them!
The first step is composting! First, you need the materials!
She dragged her weary body to the overgrown hillside beside the medicinal herb field. Ignoring the dirt and exhaustion, she began to bend down and pick up the withered yellow leaves and the half-dead weeds.
One handful, two handfuls... Sweat streamed down her forehead, flowing into her eyes, stinging and painful. She wiped it away haphazardly with the back of her hand and continued working.
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