Change jobs, pet beast!

Before noon, Jiang Mo took some time to go next door.

Duan Yi knew that Lao He was a chef, but he didn't know his specific skill level.

So when the eel soup was delivered, he showed a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Senior Tsuru is actually a Level 2 chef?"

"A magical delicacy made with mud eels... Butterfly Flower, come here quickly and thank Young Master Jiang!"

The door is pushed open.

The little girl, dressed in animal skin pajamas, had an oval face, a bun hairstyle, and bright eyes, but her skin had an unusual paleness.

She glanced at Jiang Mo, then quickly walked over and said timidly:

"Thank you, Brother Jiang."

"You're welcome." Jiang Mo smiled. "If you can't finish it all at once, you can divide it into two meals. Just finish it today."

"Yes." Duan Diehua looked at those clear and bright light blue eyes, her ears turning slightly red.

This is the person who saved my father.

My father said he just signed a contract with a pet beast, so he's only been an adult for a few years? How did he end up in Green Crow Ridge? Isn't this place for those who commit wrongdoings but don't deserve to die, and are thus exiled...?

A young girl's heart is restless and full of curiosity.

"I'm going back to work."

Jiang Mo did not sit down for pleasantries, but smiled and said before leaving:

"Uncle Duan, from now on, feel free to throw your kitchen waste in front of my house. I'm short of fertilizer."

"Don't give me too much, just make do... Once I've grown some spiritual plants, I'll definitely invite you to try them!"

"Okay! I'll take care of this little thing!"

Duan Yi immediately nodded and escorted him to the street outside the hospital.

Only after confirming that Jiang Mo had stepped into the house did he slowly walk back, his thick eyebrows and big eyes showing a mixture of joy and worry.

"No, I can't keep owing them like this; my conscience won't allow it..."

"Kitchen waste... farmers... right! Next time we go hunting, we should collect any useful seeds and fertilizer; Young Master Jiang will definitely need them!"

……

Back in the backyard.

The discarded spiritual materials thrown into the ditch almost melted.

The eighteen long, narrow fields are covered with a soft, pale green mist. Even just looking at them, you can feel their vibrant life force, ready to burst forth at any moment.

Five hours later.

Niwan opened his eyes, his large black eyes were dull and lifeless, and his small body swayed back and forth, almost falling over.

So composting takes this long to complete...

So sleepy, so tired...

(ó﹏ò｡)

"Mudball".

Jiang Mo approached the little black mud penguin, holding a steaming bowl in his hands. The old crane stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he watched from ten meters away.

"Mud chirp..."

Niwan approached the soup bowl, stretching out her tiny beak to sip the broth little by little, weak and slow in her movements.

As it drank, it couldn't help but let out a satisfied hum, its little wings fluttering again from slow to fast, its eyes shining brightly, full of vitality.

٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵒᵏᵎᵎᵎᵎ

Yeah, I have energy again!

Grandpa He's eel soup is amazing!

The little guy is full of energy and jumping around.

Jiang Mo smiled with satisfaction.

Look around at the fields.

Its pale green luster is hazy and its spiritual energy is concentrated and does not dissipate, like a piece of warm and solid jade.

The sacred field is complete!

Only fields of this quality can accelerate the germination of seedlings, shorten the growth cycle, and increase the final yield.

Mudballs can be used to hone workplace experience and develop steadily.

There are many ways and options for harvested agricultural products, whether for personal use or for sale.

Jiang Mo became more and more excited as he thought about it.

After a busy day, the most troublesome phase is finally over.

The next steps are seed selection, sowing, and covering with soil...

As a bathhouse attendant, he perfectly excelled at the final step—sprinkling water!

"Muddy chirp!"

Niwan ran to the corner and opened the other two burlap sacks.

A bag piled high with gray-eared rice, frost-covered rapeseed, green sweet potato roots and stems, white glutinous rice, and light sesame seeds...

There are mostly agricultural products, but relatively few medicinal herbs.

A bag of velvet honeycomb, containing half of the remaining velvet honey, a young jujube tree seedling, and a blackened lotus leaf package.

"Plant the Firefruit Tree first. Its quality is high and it is of the fire attribute, so the surrounding spiritual plants may not be able to grow normally."

"Hee-choo~"

The little black mud penguin obediently picked up the tinder hive with its tiny wings and huffed and puffed as it rushed in the opposite direction from the mud nest.

Hot food should be planted far away, preferably in a separate area...

The little guy has decided on a spot.

This is the place, let's get started!

The seedlings of the Firefruit Tree, only three inches tall, were tender red with reddish stripes and surrounded by a fiery aura, making them look very different from ordinary spiritual plants.

These saplings are very delicate—that's what the owner said, so Niwan was very careful throughout, afraid of damaging the roots.

Once the seed is planted in the pit, use your claws to push back and level the surrounding wet mud.

Almost instantly.

A wisp of pale red fire-attribute spiritual energy burrowed into the ground along the slender roots, sweeping across half of the spiritual field.

With the sapling as the center, within a five-meter radius, the ground hisses and fine white mist surges upwards.

The nature of the spirit field is changing!

However, the progress is getting slower and slower, and there is a sense of helplessness in continuing.

Before Jiang Mo could even speak up to remind him...

The little black mud penguin crushed the lotus leaf bag and scattered it into the field—inside was another expired spicy salad, which, although inedible, was more than enough to be used as fertilizer.

Next, aim at the roots of the seedlings and pour in velvet honey.

One thumb-sized bottle, two thumb-sized bottles... Of the remaining thirteen bottles, Niwan left three for Dog Master and devoured the rest.

"Click!"

The mud ball then broke the tinder honeycomb into pieces, spreading one-third of it on the root surface and using the remaining two-thirds to build a fence that tightly encircles the main stem of the seedling.

Finally—composting begins!

As a farmer, you don't need to wait for the spiritual plant to naturally integrate with the planting environment; it can accelerate this process and make it more stable and robust!

at this time.

The sun gradually began to set in the west.

A ray of rosy light tinged the spiritual field.

The land near the seedlings of the jujube tree was covered with a layer of orange-red and gold, the colors spreading out in layers. The soil had transformed from warm and heavy brown mud into bright red fire soil, a stark contrast to its previous wet and muddy appearance.

"It's switched to fire attribute!"

Jiang Mo leaned to one side, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Normal spiritual fields are compatible with the four elements of wood, water, earth, and light.

But now, one-third of the spirit fields have been converted to fire element.

The advantage is that young jujube seedlings can thrive here.

The downside is that unless other fire-type spiritual plants are found and fire-type fertilizer is added, this area can only support one plant at a time, resulting in limited land utilization.

"Mud~~~"

Looking at that sapling, it shone brightly, even more dazzling than the sunset.

The little black mud penguin flapped its wings happily and stomped its short feet lightly on the hot mud, full of a sense of accomplishment.

Next comes daily care, and we look forward to the day when it blossoms and bears fruit!

The owner said that the best outcome is called a "bumper harvest".

It must grow big, red fruit to give to Grandpa Dog to taste!

"Niwan, how about we finish off the remaining ordinary spiritual plants in one go?" Jiang Mo asked with a smile, rolling up his sleeves.

"Mud, mud, mud!"

The moon and stars rise, and the night is still and quiet.

One by one, oddly shaped seeds were planted in the normal spiritual field on the other side.

The little black mud penguin spreads the soil with its claws, sweating profusely, but its face is always full of smiles.

Jiang Mo catalyzes the deep blue water snake, and the trickling water seeps into the ground along the cracks in the soil, the water ripples gently, quietly giving rise to a trace of life.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, pursed his dry lips, and looked calmly into the entire backyard with his clear and innocent eyes.

No more clutter, no more potholes.

Pale green and warm red, the two halos of light facing each other from afar, are like the clear starlight of the Milky Way sharing a night.

Fortunately, the deceptive array concealed the strange phenomenon.

I wonder if green buds will break through the soil or red buds will sprout at dawn tomorrow.