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Chapter 47 - 40 Comrade, Not Watching Shadows (Big Chapter) plead for follow-up reading_l

Chapter 47: Chapter 40 Comrade, Not Watching Shadows (Big Chapter) plead for follow-up reading_l

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After finishing her meal, Zhi Ling hopped directly onto the hamster wheel, getting back into it. Lin Yi couldn’t help but laugh, his casual remark had motivated the little guy to work hard.

He placed his hand on the wheel, slowly bringing it to a stop. Zhi Ling began to squeak anxiously, “Zhi Ling, stop running for now. Go and tell the two big dogs next door to eat more Spirit Rice these days. If they wait too long, there will be none left.’

Zhi Ling’s eyes swiveled as she lightly nodded, then sprang out of the room. In a short while, Zhi Ling returned. After two squeaks, she resumed her hard work on the wheel, as if she were striving to bring back her Lightning Mink bloodline.

Lin Yi was not in a rush. Whether Zhi Ling was able to reawaken the Lightning Mink bloodline or not, she would always be his pet. Moreover, the chances of awakening the ancestral bloodline would increase with the continuous upgrading of his “Pet Owner” title in the future.

He felt that this effect should not be limited to awakening only once. It might be possible for her to reawaken the bloodline of her ancestors twice over. When the day came that he raised a group of Divine Beasts around him, it would be exciting just to think about it.

“Squeak.” At this moment, Zhi Ling interrupted his fantasy, pointing at the corner of her mouth with her tiny paw.

Lin Yi touched his lips, feeling a little wet, coughed lightly, “What are you looking at? Don’t slack off, little one, get back to training.”

Zhi Ling stuck out her small tongue, then began another round of running.

Lin Yi smiled. Dreams were beautiful, but reality was cruel. It was better to increase his strength first. Without strength, he couldn’t even protect a Spirit Beast, let alone a Divine Beast.

After absorbing the spiritual energy from the Spirit Rice, he continued to make talismans in the underground chamber. Since the Spirit Rice had just been harvested, the amount of Spirit Rice he ate every day increased from three kilos to six kilos.

In the days leading up to confronting Zhang Yuan Cheng, he expanded the underground chamber in addition to making talismans. As his location wasn’t far from the edge of the mountain, he extended it all the way to the edge until he had a second exit.

The next morning, after Lin Yi woke up, he went to the kitchen to cook. After feeding the chicks, he suddenly heard Lv Qing Ming next door shouting, “You two bastards, you’re eating Spirit Rice again. You even took over ten kilos. Are you dogs or pigs?

He couldn’t help but giggle, over ten kilos, the bellies of these two big dogs were truly bottomless. They seemed too terrified of missing out on future food.

After finishing his meal, he left the house and checked on his Spiritual Field outside, which already showed signs of sprouting. He used the Cloud Rain Technique again to water the field. The rainwater, infused with spiritual power, would provide the Spirit Rice and the soil with ample nutrients.

The current [Little Farmer] title effect only increased quality, yield, and resistance to pests and disease. It would be perfect in the future if there was an additional effect that increased growth speed.

Back when he had just crossed over to the Cultivation World, it took him over a day to water twenty acres of Spiritual Field. Now, with the increased range of the Proficiency Level Cloud Rain Technique, it would take less than a half-day to complete.

While he was watering the fields, he saw the figure of the newly appointed manager, Meng Le Min, approaching the field, asking the Spirit Farmers if they needed help. He seemed quite amicable, and his name was quite apt, “Le Min”.

Soon, Meng Wei Min came over to Lin Yi. After seeing the effectiveness of the Cloud Rain Technique, he exclaimed in surprise: “Master Lin, you’re watering the plants? Your Cloud Rain Technique is astonishing, even more effective than the experienced Spirit Farmers who have been doing this for decades.”

“Director Meng, I have always been practicing farming spells, after all, it is the basis of survival. After practicing for a while, it just became like this.” Lin Yi explained briefly, without worrying that his farming practice would attract others’ attention.

Because no matter how powerful a farming practice was, it was just farming. And a person who only knew farming was generally assumed to be no threat.

Just like the civil servants of China on Earth, would they think that a highly productive farmer could threaten their position?

Meng Wei Min stepped into the field and took out a bowl from his storage bag. He filled the bowl with rainwater from the Cloud Rain Technique and tasted it without any hesitation, revealing a surprised expression once again, “This rainwater seems special, Master Lin, may I ask: how much did you harvest in the first half of the year?”

At this time, Old Huang, who was also watering the fields nearby, didn’t chime in.

“Director Meng, the harvest of the first half of the year is not important anymore. The harvest of the second half is what matters.” Lin Yi smiled and spoke. This Meng Wei Min looked much more responsible than Zhang Yuan Cheng.

Of course, his Cloud Rain Technique, endowed with title effects, would naturally be a bit special. Additionally, it not only increased the yield and quality of the Spirit Rice but also improved its resistance to pests and diseases.

“Fair point. You made a great assertion just now, Master Lin, farming is indeed the basis of our Spirit Farmers’ survival. If there is anything you need help with, please don’t hesitate to ask.” Meng Wei Min nodded with a smile, complimenting him on his statement.

“Alright, Director Meng,” Lin Yi agreed. Soon after, Meng Wei Min went over to talk to Old Huang for a while. He even praised Old Huang for being an experienced Spirit Farmer just like him, using words like pillar of the society.

Once Meng Wei Min had left, Old Huang chuckled, “Little Lin, this Director

Meng seems quite alright.”

“Indeed, he is much better than Zhang Yuan Cheng. With the command from the Sinong Palace making us farmers vital, the Directors can’t afford to take us lightly.” For Lin Yi, all that mattered was that the Directors’ attitudes did not interfere with his daily life..