503 Lingmi Sect
Spiritual energy swirls around my body, my aura slowly rises, my meridians widen, absorbing a great deal of spiritual energy, and I feel a significant improvement.
The young Qilin, not understanding what was happening, slowly disappeared into the space.
Wanqing and Rourou stepped forward gently and carefully examined the cute dragon horns on their heads, which seemed to match their own cute tails.
Rou Rou was about to reach out and touch it when the dragon horns quickly disappeared.
Yun Shuni chuckled softly, "No, that won't do."
Wanqing smiled and said, "Sister, you looked so beautiful just now."
Yun Shuni blushed and nodded slightly, 'My sister too.'
She then said softly, "Recently, Elder Hua of the Medicine Hall also came here. His granddaughter, Hua Zhi, is quite young but possesses remarkable knowledge of pharmacology. If you ever feel bored, I'll take you to visit her."
After sensing it again, she said softly, "It seems the spiritual energy has become even denser. Let me absorb some more. My sister, come with me."
After saying that, she disappeared into the clouds, absorbing all the surrounding spiritual energy like a whale swallowing water, completely abandoning any ladylike demeanor.
The Fire Spirit Sect, the Mysterious Supreme Sect, the little-known Spirit Rice Sect, and many other sects, large and small.
Within the heavily guarded sacred ground, the flow of spiritual energy gradually accelerated, mysteriously departing without any apparent reason.
Especially the Spirit Rice Sect, which relies solely on spirit rice to live a peaceful life away from the world and seek immortality. At this time, the spiritual energy in the high-grade spirit fields is severely depleted, and the spirit rice that should have matured is now beginning to stop growing.
The only thing they could do, heartbroken, was to throw spirit stones into the rice and try to cultivate it to maturity. As for whether it would mature, that would require time to tell.
Han Linling looked at the towering figure, over two zhang tall, powered by human feet. She had carefully examined the inside, noting the iron gears and four wide wooden wheels below.
Behind it, an iron chain supported a wide iron platform, on which lay six plow blades, each weighing forty or fifty pounds. They were ordinary iron plow blades with nothing special about them.
Yan Zhanyi was busy running around, while Master Yue was also sweating profusely as he looked around. Xiao Lin was busy doing this and that, going to help whoever called him.
Yan Zhanyi looked on with anticipation. The iron wheels and guards, the massive steel machine, filled him with excitement. It would require two strong men to pedal it simultaneously, driving it with dozens of times the force.
The powerful engine pulls the iron plate at the back forward, while the plow blades are manually controlled. With six blades, it can plow more than ten feet wide at a time, making it suitable for large fields.
This project was very expensive, and Yan Zhanyi could only succeed; failure was not an option. The plow blade, in particular, was made with special cold iron, so it had to be successful.
Despite the enormous expense and the support of many people, Zhang Dazhuang arrived with some of his military subordinates. Old Weng, Jin Luo, and others waited quietly in the distance, a hint of anticipation in their hearts. Today was the day of the test.
The huge iron plate, ten feet long and three feet wide, weighing nearly a thousand pounds, was lifted up by four burly men with a few flicks of their wrists and slowly moved towards the fields.
However, this large machine is a bit of a problem. Although it can be disassembled and transported, it will take a lot of time to assemble.
Zhang Dazhuang quickly approached Master Yan and gently asked about the precautions. Several subordinates then lifted up their arms and headed towards the fields.
On He Chen's spacious field, everything was already leveled and neatly arranged. The radishes had all been harvested in advance, and some vegetables were wasted for today's test.
Han Linling, Wei Lan, Yun Su, Yun Qing, Jing Zhai, Wen'er, and others watched from a distance.
Master Yan trembled with a mixture of excitement and worry, as did Master Yue, Elder Lin, and the others beside him. Master Yan personally stepped onto the iron pedal, with six people behind him each holding a plow blade.
The enormous machine moved forward slowly, pulling the iron plate forward steadily, with the plow blades following closely behind. Under the sunlight, the six plow blades, guided by the iron plate, began to dance on the field.
They delve deep into the soil, turning over the fields inch by inch, the water gushing forth and rolling, easily turning over a ten-foot-wide stretch of land.
As the machine started moving, everyone gradually adapted and moved forward at a steady pace. The slightly clumsy sharp turns and some imperfections could not overshadow its effectiveness. With such efficiency, a hundred acres of land could be plowed in a morning.
Other flaws and production costs can be studied gradually.
Old Weng, Jin Luo, and the others watched as the soil was completely turned over, each turn covering a width of about ten feet and reaching almost the same depth.
Deeply shocked, my hands trembled slightly, my eyes were wide with astonishment, and the scene was breathtaking.
Looking at Master Yan and the others, Old Man Weng's eyes were filled with admiration. He thought to himself that the area of this wasteland to be cultivated would increase in the future.
Wei Lan, Jing Zhai, Yun Su, and the others were also quite shocked. After all, they were not relying on true qi power, nor were they Martial Kings. Martial Kings would not go farming.
Jingzhai nodded slightly and said softly, "Encouraging various industries is something worth trying."
Inside Baisha Academy, Dean Dai Lingsi had a paper crane in front of him. It was a student he had left long ago. Baisha Academy belonged to the Confucian school, which had many factions, each with its own ideology, and none of them could argue with the others.
Some go to assist others, some want to carve out their own territory to protect all living beings and safeguard the local population, and some advocate sacrificing the small for the greater good. People's ideas are inherently different, and when people with similar ideas come together, they become a pool of water.
"Changzhou, the prefect. My disciple is gaining experience." He murmured these simple words to himself.
In the distance, a scholar in white robes and hat, with an elegant demeanor, nodded slightly.
In the town of Huangtu, along a long alley, Tong Mingliang quickly tidied his clothes. Mr. Wang wanted to take him to Changzhou to take up his post. Such a good opportunity, as he was both his mentor and a chance for experience, was something he couldn't refuse.
Before I even stepped outside, a group of neighbors had already gathered at the door; the news spread much faster than I had expected.
The parents, their faces flushed with joy and disbelief, were receiving the guests and quickly invited the neighbors and relatives to sit down in the courtyard.
Relatives and neighbors, some of whom rushed over without even changing their clothes, beamed with joy, saying, "Congratulations, Uncle and Sister-in-law!" and "Congratulations, Third Uncle and Third Aunt!"
Congratulations poured in, and everyone exchanged pleasantries, praising each other's intelligence and talent, predicting a bright future for them.
Seeing her parents happy yet somewhat reserved, and their faces flushed red as if they hadn't quite caught up in the moment, she didn't disturb them.
At this moment, an elder of the Tong family, the fourth uncle, arrived with a gift in his hand, and everyone made way for him.
My fourth uncle's face was all smiles, the family had gained another honor, he was overjoyed. Don't underestimate Huangtu County, the best that his Tong family could get was a minor official, and going up would be extremely difficult.
His eyes sparkled with joy, and the corners of his mouth were upturned in a happy smile.
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