At the foot of Changling Mountain.
It was as if it was prearranged, many Spirit Farmers decided to harvest the Spirit Grain Rice on this day.
Therefore, early on, many Spirit Farmers rushed to the Spirit Field.
Especially Old Xu, who mobilized almost the entire family, young and old.
Ten acres of Spirit Field, wouldn't it take quite a while to handle?
Some solitary Spirit Farmers did not hesitate to spend, specifically hiring one or two Innate Martial Artists to help with the work.
Although the stalks of Spirit Grain Rice are tough, the Grass Cutting Sabers are sharp, and adding the not-so-weak Innate True Qi from the Martial Artists, harvesting Spirit Grain is not a problem.
"Let's start, try to harvest all the Spirit Rice today."
Zhou Qiankun shouted in a low voice, directly taking a Grass Cutting Saber and heading into the Spirit Field.
Zhou Changwang, of course, wouldn't be lazy either, taking a Grass Cutting Saber and entering the field from another side.
