Chapter 24: Miraculous medicine sprouts, rumors
But next, Xu Feng did not draw the talisman and seal script.
Because seven days had passed, according to the book, the elixir seeds he planted in the earthen basin had reached the time to germinate.
With an anxious mood, he came to the earthen basin and saw that the earthen basin was covered with a thick wooden board. This was also following the instructions in the book. It is said that it can also increase the probability of seed germination.
"One, two, three, open."
Silently reciting three numbers in his mind, he opened the wooden board, and what came into view were the little seedlings of the elixir sprouting from the spiritual soil.
After counting carefully, he found that only seven of the ten seeds that were originally planted had successfully germinated, while the other three were completely silent.
Seeing this, he put his fingers close to the three seeds that had not germinated, dug up the spiritual soil, and found that the three seeds were in the same condition, all black and rotten.
"The result was okay. According to the book, as long as the number of germinated seeds accounts for more than half of the number of seeds sown, it is not considered a failure. It seems that I am lucky."
He smiled and said while looking at the seven Wind Spirit Grass seedlings that had just emerged from the spiritual soil.
Don't think that the task of cultivating seedlings is completed once they sprout. In fact, it has just begun.
In the next half month, he will continue to fertilize and water the seedlings. At the same time, he will grind the spiritual stone into fine powder and sprinkle it around the seedlings.
At dawn every day, the earthen basin must be moved to a place where it can be exposed to sunlight and ventilated. When it gets dark, the earthen basin must be moved back to the room in time and pressed down with wooden boards.
There are so many links that are indispensable. If one procedure is missing, the Wind Spirit Grass seedlings will die immediately, making your many days of hard work go to waste and all your money will be lost.
According to the market price, a Wind Spirit Grass seedling that has successfully survived for about twenty days is worth about one spiritual stone. He planted ten seeds and now has seven seedlings.
If all costs and other expenses are removed, his income at that time will be about four spirit stones. It is a good income, but it also comes with a lot of risks, and it is extremely time-consuming and energy-consuming.
"Next, I will take good care of these little guys. When they are ready for sale, I should have accumulated a lot of talismans. Then I can rent a stall to sell them in the market. Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"
Xu Feng didn't like procrastination in doing things. Since he had already thought about it, it was just dawn again, so he moved the earthen basin, opened the door, and walked out of the house.
By coincidence, when he just walked out of the door, someone also walked out of the wooden house on the right, and it was Liang Zhong's daughter Liang Wan'er.
"Good morning, Fellow Daoist Liang."
Based on the idea that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, he greeted the other party immediately, but he did not expect that the other party just looked him up and down, gave him a very contemptuous look, then turned around and left.
"Let me go, what's that look in your eyes? I'm saying hello to you so politely, but you don't respond or say anything, and you actually despise me. It's really rude."
Whoever encounters this kind of thing early in the morning can be in a good mood, and Xu Feng is no exception. He directly found a place that would not hinder passers-by, put the earthen basin on the ground, and then prepared to go back.
"Boy Xu, I didn't realize that you are still a spiritual planter."
A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him, which startled him. When he looked back, it was the old man Liang Zhong standing there smiling obscenely at him.
"Senior Liang, can you make some noise next time you talk to me? Otherwise, if this continues, I will be scared to death by you sooner or later."
He smiled bitterly and said with a complaint. In fact, he was thinking the same thing in his heart. If he couldn't defeat the opponent, he would have wanted to beat the old guy severely to see if he dared to engage in such scary and evil things behind his back.
"You have done nothing wrong, and you are not afraid of ghosts calling the door!" Liang Zhong said this inexplicably.
"Well..."
Seeing his speechless expression, Liang Zhong laughed loudly, and then asked again:
"The neighbors say that you have been studying talisman making with your master. Why are you planning to change your career now?"
When he said this, Liang Zhong looked past him. He looked at the earthen basin placed behind him.
"Isn't this the idea of having one specialty and multiple abilities? It's not burdensome to have multiple skills. It's always good to master one more skill."
He replied with a smile, suddenly thinking that the other party was a first-level high-grade alchemist, and must have a little knowledge of Ling Zhi, so he then raised his hands and saluted:
"Senior, look at how these seedlings of my Wind Spirit Grass grow. Is there anything inappropriate in their cultivation?"
"You're lucky, kid. You met me. To tell you the truth, before I became an alchemist, I learned the art of spiritual planting. However, because my talent in alchemy was too outstanding, I gave up on spiritual planting in the end. , but it’s more than enough to give you some guidance.”
Liang Zhong said very proudly, and at the same time he moved towards his earthen basin. Just when he was about to give instructions, two older middle-aged female cultivators passed by them, and they were still talking. Chatting.
"Hey, you have to be careful when going to the latrine these days. It's best to find someone to accompany you." One said.
"Why is that? How old are you? Are you still afraid of going to the latrine alone?" Another person asked in confusion.
"It's not that I'm scared or not, but there's been a pervert in our alley recently who specializes in spying on female nuns when they go to the toilet."
"Is it true? This kind of thing hasn't happened in our alley for decades."
"Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you? You know Widow Wang? The one with a face that looks like a squash and pockmarks all over her face. Seven or eight nights ago, she met a pervert when she went to the toilet. I heard that the man was holding a water tank in his arms at the time. He is really shameless."
When Xu Feng heard this, he couldn't hold it in anymore. Wasn't he talking about him? Who peeped? Who is perverted? Don't spit blood on others, okay?
Then another female cultivator questioned:
"No way! How could someone peek at Widow Wang when she looks like that? Isn't it a misunderstanding?"
Hearing this, he was excited and thought that there were still many normal people. Isn't there a cultivator who speaks up for justice? He wanted to chase him out and express his sincere gratitude.
But then, the words of another female cultivator petrified him on the spot.
"Otherwise, he's a pervert! Think about it, he didn't even let go of someone like Widow Wang, so wouldn't he let go of beautiful female cultivators like us?"
As they talked, the two walked away, but when they passed in front of him, they both looked at him with contempt, mumbling something in their mouths as if they were cursing.
