My cultivation is too warm

Upon arrival, Xu Mo's custom-made clothes had already been delivered.

Although Ye Qingyue wasn't there, Liang Huanhuan was now accompanied by her daughter Xu Qingli, so she excitedly took her daughter's hand and went to change clothes together.

After changing into Lingmiao Peak's clothes, Liang Huanhuan couldn't wait to run out, twirled around in front of Xu Mo a few times, and then stared at him with her big, bright eyes, looking expectantly for praise as she spoke:
"Junior brother, junior brother, what do you think? Does Huanhuan look pretty?"

Xu Mo stared intently at Liang Huanhuan.

She was wearing a wide blue Taoist robe, but perhaps it was precisely because of the robe's looseness that her graceful figure was accentuated even more.

Coupled with her fair skin, delicate face, adorable big eyes, and innocent and carefree temperament.

The current Liang Huanhuan is both cute and mature, with a soft voice, a supple body, long legs, and an innocent, adorable, and easy-to-coax personality. He doesn't know how to describe all her advantages.

In short, how can there be someone in this world who understands me so well?

"Junior brother, junior brother, stop staring at Huanhuan, say something!" Liang Huanhuan looked at Xu Mo, who was in a daze. Although the way he was staring at her made her happy, she wanted to hear him praise her himself.

After hearing Liang Huanhuan's shout, Xu Mo snapped out of his daze and quickly said, "Beautiful, the most beautiful in the world, the most beautiful in all the heavens."

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, junior brother. Huanhuan is very happy." Liang Huanhuan smiled broadly upon hearing this.

The conversation between the two, when witnessed by the onlookers, immediately made them cover their mouths and laugh.

Wang Er thought to himself with some emotion, "Junior Sister Huanhuan is still the same as ever, so easy to please."

Mo Fusheng thought to himself, "My master is so lucky, and his wife is so easy to please."

Xu Qingli also sighed, "No wonder my father and mother have such a good relationship. I've never seen them argue. My mother is really easy to coax."

After this little incident, the group settled into the wooden courtyard that had been built overnight in a relaxed and leisurely atmosphere.

Although some of the living facilities for clothing, food, housing, and transportation were built overnight by staff, Xu Mo and his group's main purpose for this trip—farming—required their own hands-on work.

After all, they came here to farm, so they naturally couldn't rely on others.

In front of their courtyard, there is a winding path paved with bluestone. After walking about 500 meters, there is an open space of about ten acres.

This vacant land has never been cultivated.

After resting for a night, Xu Mo and his group took their farming tools and began cultivating the wasteland early the next morning.

Initially, they used the most primitive tools, hoes, to cultivate the land bit by bit.

However, in less than half a day, everyone was exhausted and out of breath. They were not like they used to be. Not only did they have no cultivation, but their bodies had also been neglected for decades due to the many things they had been busy with. They had not exercised or done any heavy work.

Wang Er, Liang Huanhuan, and Mo Fusheng, the three who were initially the most excited, were now slumped on the ground, looking disheveled. They didn't care about the mud that had just been watered, and just sat there, panting heavily and shaking their heads vigorously.

"No, no, I feel like my body is going to fall apart. Why is clearing wasteland so tiring? It was so easy back at Lingmiao Peak." Liang Huanhuan pouted, looking miserable.

Upon hearing this, Wang Er replied with a distressed expression, "Junior Sister Huanhuan, when we cultivated the spirit fields on Lingmiao Peak before, we used magic directly. We didn't need to do it ourselves like we are now."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Mo Fusheng, who was also panting heavily from exhaustion, and asked:

"As for Fusheng, if I remember correctly, you were a mortal for hundreds of years before joining the sect, right? Didn't you ever grow crops when you were in the mortal world? I feel like you're a bit rusty. It's like you're farming for the first time."

After resting for a while and catching his breath, Mo Fusheng replied, "Uncle, you may not know this, but when I was in the mortal world, I always treated people and earned enough to support myself. As for farming, I only helped my family when I was very young, but that was thousands of years ago. How could I possibly remember such a thing?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Er suddenly realized what was going on, and then he asked with a smile, "In that case, it wouldn't be bad to experience it now."

Mo Fusheng shook his head and gave a wry smile, replying, "From a sentimental standpoint, as a disciple of the Worry-Free Spirit Farmer, experiencing the real taste of farming before I have many years left to live is indeed quite romantic, but..."

At this point, he patted his aching shoulder and said with a hint of helplessness, "My body really can't handle this."

Hearing this, Liang Huanhuan chimed in, "Yes, yes, that's what Huanhuan thought too. I was originally thinking that spending the last days of my life farming with my junior brother would be especially happy and joyful."

She paused slightly, pouted, and said with a troubled expression, "But, but, we've only cultivated this much land for a short while, and Huanhuan already feels so tired. There's still such a large area of ​​land that hasn't been cultivated yet."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingli quickly spoke up, "Mother, we can use machines. If we use machines to cultivate the land, we can finish cultivating less than twenty acres of land very quickly."

Liang Huanhuan's eyes lit up, but her excitement was short-lived. She frowned and said with a troubled expression, "But, but, wouldn't it be a little bad if I didn't cultivate the land myself? Huanhuan originally wanted to do everything myself."

At this moment, Xu Mo hurriedly spoke up to persuade her: "How can it be meaningless? Senior Sister Huanhuan, have you forgotten? When we were at Lingmiao Peak, we also used magic to cultivate the spirit fields, not by doing it ourselves. Aren't the machines nowadays actually equivalent to the magic of the past?"

"Besides, the purpose of our trip is to farm. Since we're going to farm, we definitely need land to farm. If we have to cultivate all twenty acres with hoes, who knows when we'll finish? By then, we'll have missed the best time for farming."

Xu Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had to admit that they had been too naive before setting off, failing to distinguish between ideals and reality.

It's not impossible to reclaim twenty acres of wasteland entirely with a hoe, but there's really no need to force yourself to do it. As long as you can plant crops, why worry about whether you reclaimed the land yourself with a hoe?
Besides, does that mean land cleared by a tractor wasn't cleared by oneself?

Seeing that Liang Huanhuan was moved by his words, he quickly intensified his efforts, saying:
"Senior Sister Huanhuan, I'm quite good at driving a tractor. I'll show you this time."

(End of this chapter)