The Hidden Immortal

Chapter 45 The Stone's Longing

field.

Chu Xun walked along the ridge of the field, occasionally bending down to pick a few wild grasses.

The light drizzle dampened her hair and clothes, but she seemed completely oblivious.

The field in front of us is not planted with grains, but with medicinal herbs.

The burdock seeds cultivated a few years ago are now ready for harvest.

The pharmaceutical merchants in the county town have come to inspect it, and the price they offered is about the same as that for growing grain.

But burdock seeds don't discriminate based on location; they grow like wild grass.

It is cold-resistant and water-resistant. To put it bluntly, it can live well even if you leave it alone. It requires almost no care.

Weeding is just a habit.

However, the returns were not as high as expected, and Chu Xun had already reclaimed dozens of acres of wasteland in the distance.

I plan to move the burdock plants over there after this season's planting is finished.

The vacant farmland should be used to plant Polygonum multiflorum and Paris polyphylla.

The seeds of both herbs have already germinated, but it will take a long time before they can be cultivated on a large scale.

Chu Xun wasn't in a hurry; he took this opportunity to learn about basic herbs in detail.

After inspecting the medicinal herb fields, they went to the farmland.

The weather this year is neither good nor bad; the sun is strong, but it often rains for a while.

This amount of rain is not enough to ensure a good harvest.

Chu Xun formed a mudra with his fingers, and the light drizzle seemed to be blown by the wind, falling onto the farmland.

Rain Technique +1

【Rainfall Technique 1503/100000: Can condense spiritual energy in rainwater in a specific direction, drive water vapor to gather over a large area, and control its movement and the amount of rain at will】

More than two years ago, the Great Cloud Rain Technique was upgraded.

In comparison, the Rain Technique offers greater control over rainwater.

As raindrops fell, the spiritual energy, though still faint, continuously gathered on the rice ears.

This makes them fuller and with more grains.

In the past two years, thanks to the targeted effects of the Rainfall Technique, Chu Xun's grain production has increased by at least 30%.

Not to mention Songguo Village, even in the entire Zhangnan County, no one's land is more productive than his.

Moreover, the range of the spell has been greatly expanded, and only one spell needs to be cast per acre, saving a lot of time.

Even the casting range has been increased.

Previously limited to the entire body, the distance can now be hundreds of meters.

A rustling sound arose as the field mice dug in the soil, peeking out their tiny, gray, ball-like heads from the ground.

Several weasels, each about a foot long, immediately abandoned the field mice and squeezed through the rice stalks to run over, grabbing at Chu Xun's trouser legs and trying to climb up.

But as the hissing sound rang out, a two-meter-long bluish-white snake crawled over, startling them so much that they drooped their heads and stood neatly in a row to the side.

Three years have passed, and the little snake has grown into a big snake.

However, since it hadn't reached a truly terrifying point, Chu Xun didn't let it hide with the two giant pythons in the Songliu River.

Several crows landed from the tree and began pecking and scratching at the head of the blue-white snake.

The large snake slightly raised its body, flicking its tongue as if it were about to bite.

This is their unique way of playing, quite distinctive.

However, they will also be careful not to damage the crops.

Chu Xun has been in this world for twenty-nine years, and these birds and animals have accompanied him for twenty-nine years.

Perhaps the rain brought them back to life; apart from the field mice that burrow in the soil year-round, few other birds and livestock died.

Crows, in particular, are known for their long lifespan.

Having benefited from the spiritual rain for nearly thirty years, even the oldest crow is now only about a meter long, an astonishing size, yet it shows no signs of old age.

It seems that these animals are still in their prime in their life cycle.

Because it was so big, the old crow rarely went to Chu Xun's yard anymore, for fear of scaring people.

Only those that are a few years old will fly over and squat in a row on the eaves.

Just then, a voice called out from afar: "Brother Xun!"

The livestock scattered at the sound of the call, disappearing into the fields in the blink of an eye.

Shi Tou and Qi Er Mao walked along the ridge of the field, their straw sandals kicking up clouds of mud.

The two men, however, paid no heed to the warning and excitedly ran up to Chu Xun, saying, "Have you heard? The northern barbarian tribes have invaded, and the imperial court has sent a large army to deal with them. Er Mao and I also want to join the army and make a name for ourselves."

Chu Xun frowned slightly upon hearing this. Shi Tou was eighteen this year, and Qi Er Mao was seventeen.

He watched both children grow up, and they have a very deep bond.

Although Shi Tou and Qi Er Mao always call him "Brother Xun," they are actually more like uncle and nephew.

Over the years, the villagers have saved some money. Shi Tou got married last year and I heard he is pregnant.

You're enlisting in the army before your child is even born? What kind of talk is that?

Besides, their father died in a dispute over water years ago, leaving behind an orphan and a widow.

Now that we've finally grown up, if something happens to us, wouldn't it be like the elderly burying their children?

However, in the nearly thirty years since the founding of the Jing Kingdom, it has fought countless battles, both large and small.

Although things have calmed down a lot in recent years, many young people still aspire to make achievements, escape their current social class, or climb to a higher level.

Shi Tou and Qi Er Mao were like that; they didn't think much about what would happen after they died, only about making great achievements and becoming awe-inspiring generals so they could return home in glory.

Ideally, it should be painted on like the New Year pictures we bought a few years ago, so that every household would admire it.

Chu Xun shook his head and said, "If you're here to ask me, I think it's better not to go."

Why?

"People die in war, aren't you afraid of dying?"

Qi Ermao hesitated for a moment, but Shi Tou did not hesitate at all, holding his head high and puffing out his chest: "A man who is afraid of death is not a real man. You're the one who taught me that."

Chu Xun was both amused and exasperated. "Teaching you isn't something you need to do now."

"What did your mother say?" Chu Xun asked.

"My mother said we should at least keep the family line going, but my wife is already pregnant," Shi Tou said.

Qi Ermao opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

He is not yet married, so how can he continue the family line?

Chu Xun said, "Being pregnant doesn't mean you can carry on the family line. Both of your families only have one son; how can you risk your lives? Absolutely not."

If we fight well, we might be able to achieve great things.

But in war, there are always deaths.

Both emotionally and rationally, Chu Xun did not want to see such a thing happen.

Although this idea is somewhat selfish, protecting one's home and country is the duty of the people of Jing.

But how can we bear to let our children, whom we've watched grow up, take risks?

Chu Xun refused to budge, and even took them back to call the two women over to have a serious talk with them.

In the end, the two of them still couldn't go. According to Chu Xun, at the very least, you have to wait until the child is born before you can go.

Eight months later.

Shi Tou had a chubby son and asked Chu Xun to help him name him Liao Licheng.

Where there is a will, there is a way.

Stone said it was good, but he thought the name was too difficult to pronounce, so he gave him a nickname.

Dog Egg.

After hearing this, Chu Xun was speechless and could only exclaim, "Classic!"

A month later, Qi Ermao got married.

She was a girl from Xunshan Village, thirty miles away, named Chunni.

Although he is not particularly good-looking, he is very hardworking.

Three months later, just after the Lunar New Year, winter snow blanketed the village in white.

The door creaked open, and the crow perched on the eaves shook itself, letting snowflakes fall.

Chu Xun came out wearing a not-so-thick coat, but his physique was much stronger than that of ordinary people, so he didn't feel too cold.

He habitually squatted down and reached out to brush away the snow covering the spirit pearl grass.

The twenty leaves are still green and have not withered or turned yellow.

The green flower buds from years ago have finally revealed a hint of bright red this year.