The speed of transplanting rice with a rice transplanter is indeed very fast. Two kinds of top-grade spiritual grains, Longya and Fengyu, were planted in the eighty acres of paddy fields cultivated by Lingquan.
It's just that transplanting rice seedlings is easy, but maintaining them is extremely difficult.
This top-grade spiritual grain contains supreme spiritual energy and vitality, and is the favorite thing for some insects to gnaw, so you have to beware of insects and various diseases and weeds, which is very troublesome. So after planting the rice seedlings, the good work begins
I wonder if I should find some spiritual plant masters to help me, but I have many secrets. Once an outsider comes in and is discovered, what should I do?
For a while, he couldn't think of any good solution, so he had to put the matter on hold for now.
The good seedlings are still small and will not suffer from diseases or insects, which saves a lot of trouble.
After planting the rice seedlings, Gong Liang put away the rice transplanter and walked towards the hillside.
On the hillside, the Langgan trees, green kumquats, dragon ear plums, gourd dates, spiritual bamboos, and small pumpkins transplanted from the space are already full of life, and the leaves look tender and tender. And those cultivated with fruit cores
The saplings also came to life.
Of course, these are also the reasons why Gongliang suffered a heavy hemorrhage and used the innate liquid tempered by seven-color ginseng to mix with water. Otherwise, if the root was broken, it would be impossible to recover so quickly.
In addition to these, the ancient flat peach branches in Shangpinlingdi finally regained their vitality and sprouted green and tender buds under the constant watering of the innate liquid.
Gong Liang nodded repeatedly as he looked at it, finally it was worthy of his recent hard work and the large amount of innate liquid he spent on it.
Mi Gu sat on the blanket with Dou'er and flew around the hillside. He proudly introduced to him the names of the fruit trees planted on the hillside, gave him some fruits to eat, and proudly said that he also helped plant them.
Gongliang can't even remember when she participated in voluntary tree planting work.
Yuan Gungun also walked around on the hillside with Xiao Xiangxiang. From time to time he ran to the red flowers and green grass on the side to smell the fragrance of the flowers and the fresh breath of the young grass. He looked like a gentle and pure daughter, completely in line with him.
That fat, carefree temperament doesn't match him.
The three sisters of the Yan family also came over. You pushed me, and I pushed you, laughing and playing in the orchard on the hillside.
The four-headed dragon mastiff kept running around everyone, having a great time.
The black mammoth Dorje saw them and came over from the forest.
When they came to Miaodao Immortal Sect, Duoji was relieved from the hard work of Gongliang and the others from the wilderness to the Eastern Land, and then from Dongtu to Miaodao Immortal Sect, and they suddenly felt free. In addition, Miaodao Immortal Sect had abundant spiritual energy and plenty of food, and Gongliang gave them a lot of food.
Its permissions were opened, allowing it to come and go freely at any time, and its food became much better. Its body suddenly grew longer and became much stronger.
Today's black mammoth, standing in front of everyone, looks like an ink-black hill.
The ferocious and wild aura exuding makes people feel awe-inspiring.
Of course, there are many reasons why it has been inherited by blood and can start practicing.
After taking everyone around the hillside, the mountainside and the spiritual field, Gongliang asked Dou'er, who was sitting on the blanket and flying around: "Dou'er, what do you want to eat today?"
This little fat man has been coming to the valley often recently. It’s just to see him, but he’s actually attracted by the delicious food Yan Jingshu makes. When Gongliang was able to cook, the food he made was so delicious that he almost swallowed it. If it weren’t for E
Lingyu asked him to go back to sleep at night, and the little fat man couldn't bear to leave here. But even so, every noon, the little fat man would still come over on a flying carpet and have a delicious meal at Gongliang's side.
So much so that E Lingyu became very jealous.
Gongliang was dumbfounded. After E Lingyu ate the food he cooked, she had to admit that the food cooked by Gongliang was better than hers.
"Uncle Master, I want to eat barbecued pork eel, marinated monster meat steamed rice, garlic steamed shrimp, golden turtle and black grouse soup, cold side dishes, stir-fried animal meat, stewed animal bones, and crispy fried garlic bones."
As soon as Douer heard his question, he immediately listed out all the dishes he had eaten recently.
Not to mention that it was okay, but when it came to Migu and Yuangunuan, they both couldn't live up to expectations and swallowed their saliva.
"Daddy, I'm hungry." Mi Gu blinked and said pitifully.
When Gongliang saw her little appearance, what could he say? He said helplessly: "Then let's go eat. But there are no such dishes today. I will make you fish balls soaked in oil that you have never tasted before, braised fish tails, and sauce."
Steamed fish head, fish bone soup.”
"I like to eat anything made by daddy." Migu nodded quickly.
"Okay! Okay!" For Little Fatty, he likes everything as long as it's delicious.
"Gongliang, I don't want to eat the fish head, I want to eat the fish tail." Yuan Gungun was also shouting next to him.
This idiot thinks that the fish head has too many bones and not much meat.
Gongliang was too lazy to pay attention to this fool, so he took everyone back to cook.
After eating and drinking enough, Dou'er didn't forget what he had to do in the afternoon, so he sat on the flying carpet and headed towards Mingjun, one of the twelve immortal mansions.
After Chu got those books about medicinal herbs, he read them day and night and memorized them hard. It didn't take long for him to remember most of the things in them, and he started asking his father to look for medicinal herbs for him to identify.
Cai Xianchu had no time to play with him, so he pushed the matter to his wife E Lingyu.
At first E Lingyu asked Lan'er and Xiner to bring herbs for the little one to identify, but in the end she was so annoyed that she couldn't stand it anymore and pushed it back to Cai Xianchu.
As a last resort, Cai Xianchu could only ask Junior Brother Chu Shaosun, the master of the Twelve Immortal Mansion's Mingjunji, for help. There was nothing else in the Immortal Mansion, but there were many elixirs. His son could see whatever he wanted.
Therefore, besides going to the market to sell urine, Dou'er's biggest interest is to go to Hemingjunji to identify medicinal herbs.
Now he knows quite a few medicinal herbs, and some apprentices who specialize in identifying medicinal herbs don't know as many as he does.
"Alas"
Little Pangdun flew over the mountain peaks with his own sound effects. The disciples passing by on the bird knew him and would say hello to him, but most of them were having fun.
Because the way he looks fat and puffy sitting on the blanket looks really fun.
"Well"
Suddenly, he saw someone planting rice below and immediately flew down.
This little fat man flew around the sect on a flying carpet all day long. There were few people who didn't know him. So when the old spiritual planter who was busy planting rice saw him, he said hello: "Dolphin, where are you going?
!”
"I'm going to my uncle to identify the medicine. What are you doing?" Little Fatty asked knowingly.
"Planting rice seedlings! You don't even know this?" the old spiritual planter said in surprise.
"Of course I know it, but I've never seen such a stupid way to transplant rice seedlings." Little Fatty said with a proud belly.
The old spiritual planter was so angry that he almost pulled out all his beard, and said angrily: "Then where have you seen such a stupid method of transplanting rice seedlings?"
"My uncle's place doesn't have such a stupid method of transplanting rice. My uncle's place always uses a rice transplanter to transplant rice. His machine inserts rows in a row, and the rice seedlings are planted in a short time. Whoosh, very fast, unlike yours
So slow." Little Fatty proudly showed off what he had just seen.
The old spiritual plant master seemed to have a good understanding of Little Fatty Master's sect. Hearing this, he asked curiously: "Which uncle are you talking about?"
"It's my grandmaster's new uncle, Gongliang, who lives in the Xiawo Valley. He not only has rice transplanters, but also cultivators, seeders, harvesters, rice mills, and many, many more. Those machines are all good.
Awesome, let me tell you”
Little Fatty began to tell the old spiritual planter the names and uses of those machines. He spoke so matter-of-factly that it was impossible to tell that he had just heard it from Mi Gu.
The old spiritual planter was stunned for a moment. After living for so long, he had never heard of such a machine. For a moment, his heart moved. If there was such a machine, wouldn't it save a lot of things?
After Xiaopangdun described the various uses of those machines to the old spiritual planter, he continued to rush towards Hemingjun.
But whenever I see people planting rice seedlings on the road, I always go down to show off.
As a result, the news that Gongliang had rice transplanters, tillers, rice mills and other machines spread like wildfire under Xiao Pangdun's show off.
After eating a full meal, Gongliang lay on the rocking chair downstairs from Feixia, rocking leisurely, while Migu lay on his daddy's body and fell asleep soundly.
Yuangun was lying next to the rocking chair, curled up, like a black and white ball, but there was a bright pink ball like Xiao Xiangxiang on his body, which looked very weird.
The four dragon mastiffs were tired from running around and fell asleep with their eyes closed. However, they opened their eyes from time to time to see how their owners were doing before falling asleep peacefully again.
Yushu, one of the three sisters of the Yan family, hugged a red pillar in Feixia Tower and fell asleep with her eyes closed. Her sleeping posture was really horrible;
The graceful figure that is gradually showing growth does seem to have a somewhat elegant and noble temperament; Jingshu sits aside, quietly reading the secret book passed down by the master, gentle and demure, showing everyone's demeanor.