Chương 168: The Busy Plant Hall (1)

The year came to an end. 

"Xiaoqian Mountain doesn't have differing seasons." 

Jiang Ming looked up at the sky. The outside world should be cold, and everything should be withering. However, in Xiaoqian Mountain, the spiritual energy was dense, and the climate was still perfect for farming. The trees were lush, and the weather was mild and cool. 

Of course, this was to create the best growth conditions for the spirit fields that covered the mountains. 

"I should have harvested some rice today!" 

It had been nine months since he planted the spirit rice for the first time. It was time for his third harvest. 

With the steady rise of his farming skills, the yield of one acre of Jiang Ming's land was now more than three buckets more than a regular farmer's. Every season, he could earn more than three spirit stones.