My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"It would be great to be able to win over, but it's just how easy it is for a magician to win over."

Rong Miao'er stood up and looked at the street outside the window, with a hint of concern in her eyes, "Besides, I don't know if the magician has already joined the forces. This must be checked first."

Hearing this, the man restrained his laughing expression and said solemnly, "The little one has heard from the head of Shitou Village, saying that the Array Master has no intention of joining any forces, so that we don't have to work in vain."

Rong Miao'er looked at the street outside silently for a long time, and finally said with a little regret, "Forget it, since people don't want it, we don't need to continue to force it.

However, if you have the opportunity, you still want to befriend him, and you must not offend him. "

"It's in charge, the little one knows what to do."

The man bowed respectfully and said solemnly.

...

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past month or so, Lu Zijia has often entered the back mountain to hunt spirit beasts and find spirit plants. As long as there are spirit plants of a certain level, Lu Zijia has not let them go.

The hunted spirit beast, Lu Zijia, was sold to Mu Hetang, and he sold more than 20,000 spirit beads in total.

The harvested spiritual plants remained in the ancient space, and many spiritual plants were planted on the spiritual fields of the ancient space, but all of them were spiritual plants below the prefecture level.

As a master of spiritual planting, the overlord Mu Linghua, let alone how disgusted it is.

If it didn't know that it wouldn't grow taller if it was planted, it would want to plant itself in the spiritual field.

On this day, when Lu Zijia came back from Houshan, he found that the village was very lively.

After listening carefully, it turned out that the spiritual rice that had been planted for more than a month had matured, and the villagers were happily harvesting it.

I don't know who first discovered Lu Zijia's figure, and suddenly shouted "Mr. down the mountain".

In an instant, the villagers who were happily harvesting spiritual rice with their heads lowered, raised their heads to greet Lu Zijia warmly.

"Sir, you're back, and you hit another spirit beast today. You're amazing, sir."

"Sir, our spiritual rice is ripe, and the harvest is three times as high as before. The whole village has a bumper harvest!"

"Yes, yes, and the quality of Lingdao is top-grade! It's all thanks to you, sir."

"Yes, yes, it's all thanks to your husband. If you hadn't helped us set up the Spirit Gathering Array, would our village have the current harvest? I'm afraid I'm still worried about whether we can survive this year!"

"No, Mr. is the great benefactor of our Stone Village. By the way, why don't we wait for the next harvest, let's discuss with the village chief, how about setting up a longevity monument for Mr.?"

"Good idea! When we go back, we'll talk to the village chief first. The matter of erecting a monument of immortality for Mr. must be well arranged, and there can be no mistakes."

As the villagers talked, they began to discuss on their own, completely forgetting about Lu Zijia.

Lu Zijia, "..." Longevity Monument? To be honest, no one has ever erected an immortal monument for her when she is so old!

This feeling is really...a bit weird!

Lu Zijia shook her head and stopped thinking about it, dragging the spirit beast to the town.

But within three days, the whole village had harvested the rice.

One by one sacks were moved to Muhetang in the town, the long queue, let alone how spectacular it was.

Fang Guang, the steward of Muhetang, didn't seem to have expected that Shitou Village would be able to grow top-grade spiritual rice. He couldn't help but be stunned when he saw it. At the same time, his evaluation of Lu Zijia was a little higher in his heart.