Chapter 8 Autumn Harvest and Celebration

The weather was slightly cool, and it was already late autumn. Because of the protection formation of the Wang family, the interior of the Wang family was still lush and green, and a scene full of vitality.

The only difference was the spiritual rice and spiritual fruit in the family.

The spiritual rice was yellow, and the huge rice ears hung their heads; the spiritual fruit was red and yellow, exuding an alluring scent.

Wang Nannan was called to the foot of the mountain to help harvest the spiritual rice and catch spiritual fish.

Many friends in the family were also released by their families to join in the fun and experience the joy of autumn harvest.

There was no need for everyone to help harvest the spiritual rice and plant the spiritual fruit. Several spiritual planters cast a few spells and solved all the problems.

The spiritual rice and spiritual fruit were put into the storage bag and then handed over to the family.

As for Wang Nannan and others, their main job was to catch spiritual loaches. At this time, the water in the spiritual water field had been drained, and the silt was exposed to the air, and there was no trace of spiritual loaches.

Magic is hard to work on the spiritual loaches hiding in the mud, so the active children were called.

After all, the family needs living spiritual loaches, not to kill them, so they can only be caught by hand.

"Turn over every piece of mud, and don't leave a single spiritual loach behind." An elder in the family instructed.

"After catching the spiritual loaches, give each of you a hundred of the fattest spiritual loaches."

Everyone's eyes lit up. The fattest spiritual loaches made people drool. They rubbed their hands and prepared to take action.

Each person tied a bamboo cage around his waist, rolled up his legs, and jumped into the mud.

Everyone had a clear division of labor, lined up in a row, and began a carpet search.

Several adults looked at these little kids and laughed, recalling their own childhood.

Using the "Jin Geng Sword Art" to turn over the mud, Wang Nannan put the spiritual loaches into the bamboo cage one by one, and looked at the surrounding partners. Various small spells emerged one after another, and the efficiency was extremely high.

A piece of spiritual water field was "plowed" once, and everyone rushed to the next piece at the same time.

The children's bodies were tireless, and the work was done in a whole day.

Most of the spiritual loaches were taken away by the family, and the rest were distributed to everyone.

Each person had two bamboo cages, each containing fifty loaches. A simple count showed that the number was just right.

Carrying the bamboo cages home happily, he showed the spiritual loaches to his parents.

The spiritual loaches as thick as thumbs kept wriggling, and their plump bodies were valuable. One loach could be sold for almost five spiritual sands.

The parents praised a few words, poured the spiritual loaches into the tank, took a few, opened their bellies, and cooked them over high heat. The delicious food came out.

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In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the year, and the clan was full of joy. There was no New Year in this world, but it was a celebration inherent in the clan that made everyone happy.

Reviewing the hard work of the year and showing hope for the future.

More than a hundred clan members gathered together to taste various spiritual foods. During the period, the younger generations competed for talent and beauty, causing cheers.

Wang Nannan sat below and kept quiet. He was just a spiritual plant husband and was not good at fighting, so he didn't go up to embarrass himself!

However, Wang Nannan kept looking around. It was rare to see so many clan members at ordinary times.

Everyone was busy with their own things. During the period, many were responsible for running some shops outside, and some went to guard the mortal town. They only gathered once at the end of the year.

"Not many clan members have the opportunity to build a foundation?" Wang Nannan muttered. He could vaguely feel everyone's realm. Generally speaking, the talents of the clan members seemed to be very average.

Ming, Ding, Xiang, and Nan are the four main generations of Wang family cultivators at present.

The Ming generation is the clan leader Wang Mingai and the elder Wang Minghui of the library.

The Ding generation, which is Wang Nannan’s grandfather’s generation, currently has six or seven cultivators, all of whom are at the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining, but most of them are weak in Qi and blood, and have no hope of building a foundation.

The Xiang generation, which is Wang Nannan’s parents’ generation, is also the backbone of the clan. Most of them are at the third to seventh levels, and a few seem to be able to touch the threshold of building a foundation (reaching the ninth level of Qi Refining at the age of 60), but it is not known whether the clan has a chance to get a foundation-building pill.

The youngest Nan generation, the oldest is only in his early twenties, and the realm is below the fourth level of Qi Refining, but according to everyone’s spiritual roots, there are not many opportunities to build a foundation.

Wang Nannan sighed a little. If he wanted to live forever, he had to let the family develop. To let the family develop, the clan members must be strong, but looking at the current situation, Wang Nannan had a headache.

Not only were there few people, but the talent was not good either.

When I have the right to speak in the future, I must let my clan members have more children. If there are more children, there will always be offspring with excellent talents.

Putting aside the messy thoughts, Wang Nannan continued to enjoy the joy of the celebration.

"I heard that the spiritual water rhinoceros of the head of the Zhou family has broken through to the foundation-building stage!" A woman asked Wang Nannan's mother. The woman was Wang Xiangtan's wife.

Wang Nannan's mother nodded. She knew about this and said, "It's been a while. I also heard my parents mention it."

"Alas! So, the Zhou family has a foundation-building cultivator and two foundation-building spirit beasts, which instantly surpasses our Wang family and Liu family and becomes the second largest force in the vicinity after Shennongmen." The cousin sighed.

The three foundation-building families of Wang, Zhou, and Liu have always been in a competitive relationship. They are neither enemies nor friends.

They will trade, communicate, and intermarry with each other, but they will also slander and conflict with each other. Everything is determined by the interests at the time.

Wang Nannan listened on the side. The Zhou family now has three foundation-building cultivators. I hope the family can have some sense of crisis!

Happy times always pass by in a flash. After cleaning the place, everyone goes back home to find their mothers.

"Mom, is the spiritual wine at the celebration brewed in the clan?" In the evening, Wang Nannan asked his parents. He had drunk a little before, and his internal realm showed a trend of rising.

"Yes! There is a famous first-class winemaker in the clan. Every year, he brews some spiritual rice and spiritual fruit into spiritual wine and supplies it to the clan members." Mother replied: "The spiritual wine brewed with spiritual rice is called Beauty Drunk, which has the effect of healing wounds; the spiritual wine brewed with spiritual fruit is called Bainiang, which has the effect of stabilizing meridians and helping cultivation."

"But the output of both is very low. You can only drink a sip of Bainiang for free at the celebration. Otherwise, you can only spend contributions to buy it, which is very expensive."

"Then doesn't the clan have a winemaker inheritance?" Wang Nannan asked after he came to his senses.

The mother shook her head and said, "The winemaker in the clan is your third cousin's father. He is considered a son-in-law and has never passed on the inheritance to the family."

"Because of his craft, the clan has given him a lot of financial support. Even the children born to him and your third cousin who do not have spiritual roots do not have to take the surname Wang, but your uncle's surname."

"But he also promised the clan that if the descendants of the clan want to learn winemaking from him, he will pass it down."

"Is there anyone learning?" Wang Nannan asked again.

"His daughter, that is, your cousin." Wang Nannan's mother replied.

"Wang Nanjuan!" Wang Nannan understood that it was normal for a daughter to inherit her father's business.

"Why? You want to learn?" Wang Nannan's mother smiled, but still persuaded, "The inheritance of Lingzhifu is enough for you to learn. It's better not to learn too much, otherwise you won't be proficient in anything."

Wang Nannan gave up a little. It seems that he can only think about spiritual wine in the future.