It rained all night.

The rainbows fade away in the morning, and the colors spread across the clouds.*

Song Qianji carefully cleaned the fallen leaves and flowers, swept them from the path into the flower fields, and gradually corroded them, enriching the soil nutrients, and turning them into fertilizer for new leaves on the branches.

After heavy rain in summer, half a foot long earthworms drilled out of the ground and occupied the path.

"You little guys usually dig holes and loosen the soil, improve the soil quality for me, and work silently and resolutely. I look at you and feel compassion..."

He met the old monk in his previous life, and kept talking about compassion, saying that "sweeping the floor may hurt the lives of ants, and cherishing moths and gauzes and lamps." He always sneered.

Song Qianji couldn't help laughing: "In this life, the monk hasn't seen him yet, so I'll talk about the monk first." He gently picked up the earthworms and put them back into the flower field one by one to prevent them from being trampled on.

"Go back, little guys."

So when Meng Heze and Ji Chen entered the door one after another, he saw Song Qianji smiling at the earthworm.

Ji Chen's eyes were red in an instant, and he murmured to himself: "We are not here, Brother Song is alone."

Meng Heze didn't say anything, put his sword on his apron, and strode towards the kitchen.

He was hunting outside and was busy honing his combat skills to improve his cultivation. Senior Brother Song had no food or drink, so he could only chat with the earthworms.

"Wait!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Qianji stopped him: "What are you doing?"

"Cook noodles." Meng Heze is now very proud of his pastry skills, after all, practice makes perfect.

"Don't be busy for now, I'll tell you if you have something to do." Song Qianji, an old cultivator, had a quick brain to delay eating noodles. "I want to hire a steward."

Meng Heze was indeed curious: "What is a steward?"

"Thousands of canals are strong and the soil layer is dry. Last night, heavy rain washed away the loess, silt accumulated, and the river channel needs to be dredged. How to control the discharge of sand and flood discharge, how to divide and irrigate in the future, you can't dig it if you are buried. Someone always has to design it. When the river channel is dug, you have to build bridges and build roads..." Song Qianji thought for a while, "As the chief supervisor, the general manager of the fortifications, and you must understand farming. Like Mr. Liu, the general farmer, I am my right-hand man."

Meng Heze suddenly realized.

Ji Chen muttered in a low voice: "I thought Brother Meng and I were Brother Song's right-hand man."

Song Qianji thought to himself that the silly child is not as good as mine in farming.

"What are the difficulties in practicing recently?" Song Qianji asked, while untiing Meng Heze's apron without hesitation.

Meng Heze thought without any notice, "I used to draw a sword, like an arm using my fingers. Recently, I always felt that the sword move had been launched, but the sword had not arrived yet. It was not good, and it was like a pair of friends gradually getting along."

"It's not your problem, you should change your sword." Song Qianji said.

"Change the sword?" Meng Heze was stunned.

"No matter how carefully you use a first-level sword, no matter how well you maintain it, you will be overwhelmed, don't make things difficult for it."

Meng Heze lowered his eyes and looked at the sword, caressing the hilt of the sword: "This is a difficult thing. Where can I find it?"

A good sword is really rare to be a friend with similar temperaments.

Ji Chen silently counted the storage bag of spirit stones: "Send money to hire a weapon refiner?"

Song Qianji said, "It's not difficult. Choose a lucky day for yellow, I'll try it out."

Ji Chen was surprised: "Brother Song still knows how to refine weapons?"

Song Qianji: "I understand a little bit."

In his previous life, he was the lone light sword in the world. At this time, the Immortal Spring, Pure Bottle and other objects were filled in the purple palace, all of which were magic weapons he refined himself.

The weapon refiner charges a high fee, and ordinary cultivators cannot afford to buy tailor-made magic weapons, so he learns some skills to barely support his life.

The future of immortality for Meng Heze, Ji Chen and other disciples will be long. In about three years, the secret realm of the cultivation world will be frequently opened, and treasures of heaven and earth will spring up like mushrooms after a rain.

"Crossing the Secret Realm" is a group spring outing for a large sect and a large family disciple.

After a young man became famous, he would let the elders of the master sect and the elders of the family go to pick him up, which was not shabby.

It is also a casual cultivator, a low-level monk who accumulates resources, and a precious opportunity.

Song Qianji went in and out of the dead mountains, blood river valleys, the Dead Sea and other dangerous places in his previous life, and saved the capital for turning over.

There is nothing to complain about in this matter. Life and death have fate, and wealth is in heaven. Victory is hard to survive. If you can’t survive, it means you have no ability and deserve it if you die.

He hopes that in this life, Meng Heze and Ji Chen will grow up soon, and let it go out and harm, no, to enter the world of cultivation.

Young people always have to go out and make a fuss.

If you really can't make it through then... then there's nothing you can do about it.

Song Qianji accepted his fate and thought, at worst, I could go and pick it up. I hope it won’t delay the autumn harvest.

"Senior Brother Song personally opened the furnace and refined the sword for me, and he couldn't repay me-"

Meng Heze clasped his fists, his eyes were moved to tears, and he rushed into the kitchen immediately and cooked a large pot full of cooking.

Ji Chen held the bowl and even drank the soup, praising it for its deliciousness and simplicity.

Song Qianji could only accept his fate and eat it seriously, and eat it cleanly.

...

A carpenter Liu presented a quadroop plow and became a corpses first. Xianguanfu posted a notice to recruit "corps workers", which caused another sensation:

"The Xianguanfu recruits officials, and those who are interested should go and register."

"As long as a mortal has a skill and can contribute to the Qianqu, he can still be a close minister of immortal officials."

In order to get close to Song Xianguan, he walked with Song Xianguan like Carpenter Liu, and countless candidates were accepted:

"My ancestors also dug river channels. I was named the "pioneer of river development" the day before yesterday. Can I do it?"

"I know whether it's okay to look at the clouds and predict the weather?"

Qianqu Chicken Sending Team is responsible for the first interview. If someone makes good suggestions for repairing rivers, even if he does not work as a boss, he will receive corresponding rewards.

Everyone was enthusiastic and had a huge momentum, and even reached Hongfu County next door.

Even Hong Fu, Liu Xianguan, knew that Qianqu was in the audition department.

Liu Hongshan wrote a special letter, entitled to invite Song Qianji to Hongfu to choose, but in fact, he fooled Song Qianji to go to Hongfu County again.

Song Qianji knew it well, but he went there happily.

Ji Chen didn't want to drink "bad wine and rough tea" anymore and couldn't kill him. Song Qianji brought his boss, Liu Mujian, the farmer.

In his previous life, Liu Hongshan did not break through the Nascent Soul until he was killed by him, and he always crossed the threshold with one foot.

Cultivation is so cruel, hope and despair appear alternately.

It is common for a bottleneck to delay ten or a hundred years until the end of life. As long as you embark on the path of immortality, few people are willing to stand still.

"Brother Song opens his eyes to help me see. Where are the loopholes in my martial arts?"

Liu Hongshan held a banquet, enjoyed good wine and food, but "The Song of Wind and Snow" was no longer played.

Song Qianji thought to himself that you didn’t have any loopholes, you were like a sieve.

"Don't panic, the time has not come." He smiled calmly: "I heard that when Hong Fu built a dike, a gentleman came to present the drawings?"

Liu Hongshan knew the elegance when he heard the sound, and his attitude was kind: "What gentleman, that's a blacksmith. He claimed to observe the flow of rivers for 30 years and traveled all over the sides of the strait."

Song Qianji: "Can you come and see me?"

"Easy!" Liu Hongshan casually ordered Si Li, "Go and call Tie Sanniu. Hey, this time it's cheaper."

When he was not, a strong black-faced man followed Si Li to the hall, bowed his head and bowed, and presented a stack of drawings.

It was obviously not the first time he presented a picture, but he was still panicked: "Two immortal officials were on the top, and they recorded the changes in water volume in small detail, studied the soil geology of the two sides of the Taiwan Strait, drew forty water conservancy maps, wrote three experiences, and a book "Hydrology Notes"..."

Song Qianji flipped through it casually, and the more he looked, he became more and more happy. He divided the drawings into Carpenter Liu and admired them, and stood up: "Sir, would you like to follow me to work as a steward?"

Tie Sanniu stood stunned: "You really choose me?"

Song Qianji saluted.

Tie Sanniu was flattered: "I dare not, I dare not."

Song Qianji still said: "The master is the teacher."

One person was polite and the other was excited, and only Liu Hongshan's face gradually became cold.

There is no such principle that monks salute mortals.

When Carpenter Liu took Tie Sanniu out of the hall and went back to pack his luggage. He reminded Song Qian with earnestly that there was something different from Xianfan:

"As an immortal official, you must not be too kind to mortals, otherwise they will not have awe of you. If the awe is lost, the altar of the temple will collapse."

"So what if the altar collapses?" Song Qianji looked through the drawings with relish.

Liu Hongshan glared at him and said anxiously: "As soon as the altar collapses, the sky will fall! If everyone does not worship the temple, what will the world become?!"

Song Qianji smiled indifferently.

Liu Hongshan still hoped that he would open his eyes to the sky, so he had to bear to be angry.

In Song Qianji's eyes, his own crude craftsmanship of making a watering pot and watering the ground was just the "early stage of Qi refining".

Liu, who is currently researching and improving other agricultural tools, is a "Ninth Soul Powerful Man".

Mr. Tie Sanniu actually had a complete idea of ​​storing water, diversion, and using the terrain to irrigate farmland. He can be called the "God Transformation Venerable" in the farming world, so he naturally had to welcome him warmly.
To be continued...