Qingyu Garden.
"This Qingyu grass needs the Spirit Rain Technique every three days for the buds to grow..."
"The young trees of the Trishan fruit are most susceptible to pests, you must check them every morning and evening, especially the backs of the leaves..."
In the new herbal field, Meng Tiandong was teaching a few young disciples farming experience.
Yu Santian and Hua Qing passed by with some worry that their jobs might be taken.
Fang Xing had brought over a rattan chair, lounged back on it, and even had a palm-leaf fan in hand.
These disciples of Qingmu Ridge, although highly cultivated, at least in the Post Realm of Qi sensing, had never done farm work.
At this moment, a young girl in red looked at her slim white fingers covered in soil, on the verge of tears.
She was a disciple of Sister Hong, named 'Dong Mei'er'. Lovely and charming, she caught the eyes not just of the young male disciples, but even Yu Santian stole a few glances.
"Uncle Fang..."
