Chapter 4 Green Grass

Chen An walked briskly towards his residence.

As he approached his home, he saw a furtive figure peeking into the yard through the crack in the door.

When he got closer, he saw that this was Chen San who had persuaded him to buy seeds before!

"I was wondering why no one answered from inside. It turns out my nephew is out."

Chen San stared at the bag on Chen An's shoulder and could faintly smell the fragrance of rice.

Chen An raised his eyebrows: "I just went to the tribe to exchange some spiritual rice. What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing else, my seed."

"do not want!"

The thing this guy took out must be something bad. Chen An walked straight forward and passed him, intending to go home.

"Hey, wait a minute, nephew."

Chen San reached out his hand to stop Chen An, and said mysteriously: "I asked someone in the clan to look at the seeds last time. They are the seeds of the green firefly grass, which is the main ingredient for refining the nourishing pill. It is rare."

Green Firefly Grass is one of the most expensive first-grade mid-quality spiritual plants. It is indeed rare, but I can't afford it.

Chen An originally wanted to send the other party away, but when he looked at the dusty seeds in the other party's hand, the light in his eyes suddenly twisted a few times.

His heart moved, and he shook the bag of spiritual rice on his shoulder calmly: "The seeds are good, but unfortunately I just exchanged the spiritual rice and I don't have any spiritual stones on me."

"Hey, Lingmi is fine too."

"Five pounds. I took them all."

Chen San, who was originally very happy, looked gloomy when he heard the price: "Your price is too low, five catties of spiritual rice is only worth one spiritual stone!"

"If you don't sell it, I'll knock you down!"

When Chen San saw that the other party was about to leave, he groaned in his heart.

After he asked someone to identify these seeds a few days ago, he wanted to plant them himself relying on his farming skills.

But after working for many days, there was no movement at all.

Based on past experience, there is a high probability that these seeds have problems.

"After all, they are Green Firefly seeds. According to the market price, these twelve seeds are worth three spirit stones. I'll add a little more, ten kilograms."

"Just five pounds."

Seeing that the other party was unmoved and was about to turn around and leave if the negotiation failed, Chen San gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement: "Okay, okay, as an elder, I will take a loss, so five kilograms is five kilograms. But let me make it clear first, the deal is done and it cannot be refunded."

Chen San took out a small bag, put five pounds of spiritual rice in it, and left happily.

"This silly boy is too young after all."

"I picked up some useless seeds and exchanged them for five kilograms of spiritual rice for nothing. It's considered a good deal."

Chen An poured the spiritual rice into the rice jar.

He returned to the yard and took out the green grass seeds that he had just exchanged for five kilograms of spiritual rice.

[Green Grass Seed, slightly damaged inside, Minor Spirit Rain can moisturize and repair it]

He had a smile on his face: "Since Chen San is willing to exchange, he must have made some money, but it's not a loss for me to buy just five kilograms of spiritual rice."

Chen An took out six of the seeds, put the rest away, then dug a few shallow holes with a shovel, buried the seeds, and looked at them carefully.

[Wuwuwu, I’m hurt, please use the spiritual rain to ravage me hard]

Chen An looked at the line of words in front of him and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He finally understood that the more he concentrated and observed carefully, the more anthropomorphic the information became.

After planting the purchased silver leaf jute and thick soil ganoderma seeds one by one, he began to practice the spiritual rain technique.

A cloud of rain gathered above the courtyard, and the drizzle mixed with a hint of spiritual energy moistened the seeds that had just been planted in the soil.

[I feel better, but please increase your efforts]

After performing the Spirit Rain Technique three times in a row, the six Green Grass seeds were finally satisfied and the status returned to normal.

At this point, the work is done.

It was a bit crowded, but let's just make do for now. Chen An returned to the house, ate a big bowl of fragrant spiritual rice, and continued to practice without stopping.

In just three days, the silver-leaf jute seeds had sprouted, emerged from the black soil, and showed pleasing growth.

Three days later, with Chen An's diligent efforts and response to every request, the green grass seeds gradually began to move and were no longer dead silent.

Judging from the displayed status, it will probably sprout in three to five days at most.

Chen An spent the end of the month and welcomed the beginning of the month while waiting for the spiritual plants to grow healthily.

As per custom, today is the time to go to the Affairs Hall to collect the spiritual rice.

Early in the morning, Chen An took care of the spiritual plants in the courtyard, went out, and went straight to the affairs hall.

On this day, more clansmen came to the Affairs Hall.

When he met someone he knew, Chen An greeted them one by one.

"Chen An!"

As soon as he stepped into the family yard, three people came towards him. They were the three people who had become the talisman master apprentices under the third elder.

Chen Dazhuang was carrying a bag of magical rice on his shoulders. Against the backdrop of his sturdy body, the thirty kilograms of magical rice looked like a towel draped over his shoulders.

"Haha, how are you doing lately?" Chen Dazhuang touched his head and greeted enthusiastically.

"What else can I do? Just keep doing it as usual."

The men were of similar age, so Chen An was naturally familiar with them.

Chen Zhilan, who was one step behind, had a sweet smile on her fair and pretty face with a hint of youthfulness, and exuded a girlish aura. She walked over with brisk steps and empty hands.

Behind her, Chen Dengming was holding a bag in his hand, and his eyes were glancing at her waist with envy, his gaze falling on a gray, worn-out bag.

Chen An also noticed Chen Dengming's gaze, looked in that direction, and was immediately surprised: a storage bag!
As expected of the fourth elder’s daughter, her wealth is extraordinary.

Even a worn-out storage bag was worth more than fifty spirit stones. Even if he didn't eat or drink, he would have to farm for half a year to buy it.

"Hehe, this is what my father gave me as a gift of encouragement when I became the Third Elder's disciple."

Chen Zhilan felt the three burning gazes around her, and she twisted her not-so-voluptuous buttocks with great pride.

Looking at Chen Dazhuang and the other man who were staring at him unscrupulously, Chen An was speechless and didn't know whether they were looking at the storage bag.

When several young boys and girls get together, they can't help but brag about their latest achievements.

For example, the progress of drawing talismans and the third elder’s usual praise.

Among the three, Chen Zhilan has made the fastest progress. It is said that if nothing unexpected happens, she will be able to achieve a 30% success rate in making talismans within a new year, becoming a true first-class lower-grade talisman master.

The other two are also making fairly good progress, and there is a high chance that they will advance to become talisman masters next year.

Chen An found this matter boring after hearing it repeated over and over again. He immediately said goodbye to the three people, making the excuse that he had to go collect spiritual rice.

He went to the affairs hall to collect the spiritual rice and then returned to his own courtyard.

Looking at the tender green buds all over the yard and the two jade fruit trees that are trying hard to bear fruit again, I feel relieved.

Fortunately, there is still hope in the field of spiritual plants. Even if he does not become a talisman master, he can go further with his own means.

A mere talisman master, not worth mentioning.

After carefully checking the spiritual values, most of them are in normal condition.

There is only one plant, and it is a little different.

[I’m so thirsty. The soil outside is too dry. I just want to shrink back.]

This is the green grass that has just broken through the ground.

There is no way. The first-level medium-quality spiritual plants are difficult to serve. Compared with the silver-leaf jute and jade fruit, the demand for spiritual rain magic is slightly greater.

Chen An put down the spiritual rice, pinched his fingers to condense a small and dense rain cloud, and sent down a wave of spiritual rain, nourishing the many tender sprouts that had just broken through the ground.

At the same time, he observed the condition of the Qingying Grass, and when he saw that it was satisfied, he retracted the spell.

　Please collect and read this, fellow Taoists, please!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)