Tian Xiaobao knew very well that the grain transport team wouldn't assemble for several more days, so he could rest assured and return to his Spirit Rice field.
After all, before that, he still had a lot of work to complete.
For example, the threshing of the Spirit Rice, which was a crucial step in transforming Spirit Rice into storable and usable grain;
And the tilling of the Spirit Rice field, which played a vital role in maintaining the fertility of the Spirit Rice field and creating good conditions for the next planting season.
Because he had been worried about the transportation of the Spirit Rice, Tian Xiaobao's mind was full of how to ensure the safe delivery of the Spirit Rice to the market, and he had no time to thresh the Spirit Rice.
However, fortunately, there was still plenty of time, and he could finally calm down and start doing this.
Moreover, his heart was also filled with curiosity: after half a year of hard work, how much Spirit Rice could he harvest from this Spirit Rice field, where he had poured countless efforts?
Fortunately, after the Spirit Rice matured, it had similarities with ordinary rice in this regard, unlike the harvesting period, where the Spirit Rice must be harvested within a limited time, which also gave Tian Xiaobao relatively ample time to handle the threshing work.
Tian Xiaobao reached into his Storage Pouch and carefully took out the special tool specifically used for threshing Spirit Rice.
At first glance, this tool looked ordinary, with nothing special about it; its appearance was simple and unadorned, even a bit old. But in reality, it was specially refined, embodying the exquisite craftsmanship and wisdom of the artisan.
Its greatest advantage was that it could maximize the integrity of the Spirit Rice grains, avoiding damage to the Spirit Rice grains during the threshing process, thereby ensuring the quality of the Spirit Rice.
Since Tian Xiaobao was using this tool for the first time, his technique was quite unskillful.
He fumbled with the operation, sometimes almost letting the tool fly out due to excessive force; other times, the threshing efficiency was low due to the wrong angle.
Even so, under the magical effect of this special tool, plump Spirit Rice grains, as if enchanted, fell off the rice ears in an orderly manner, scattering into the bamboo basket beside them.
"Two thousand eight hundred and fifty-nine catties!"
After a period of hard work, Tian Xiaobao finally completed the threshing work. Looking at the mountain of Spirit Rice piled in front of him, a joyful smile involuntarily appeared on his face.
The smile was full of the joy of harvest and pride in the results of his efforts.
He carefully calculated that, based on the area of this Spirit Rice field, the per-acre yield was about five hundred and seventy catties. Although this yield still had some gap compared to experienced farmers with skilled planting techniques, for Tian Xiaobao, it was already a very good achievement.
After all, this was the result of his own hands-on planting and meticulous care, from the seedling cultivation, irrigation, and fertilization of the Spirit Rice to the final harvest, every step of which he personally oversaw!
Moreover, compared to last year's ten Spirit Stones, how could this not make him genuinely happy?
Thinking of this, Tian Xiaobao's heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment, as if all the hardship had received the most perfect reward at this moment.
After the Spirit Rice threshing was completed, Tian Xiaobao did not slack off or stop his work.
He slowly turned his gaze to the slightly messy soil of the Spirit Rice field, quickly planning his next step in his mind.
After a season of cultivation, the soil fertility of the Spirit Rice field was somewhat consumed during the growth of the Spirit Rice, and it urgently needed to be tilled in time to clear out the Spirit Rice stalks, preparing adequately for the next season's planting.
Moreover, there was now readily available plant ash to increase the fertility of the Spirit Rice field, which was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity.
Tian Xiaobao reached out and picked up the Spirit Hoe placed beside him; the Spirit Hoe shimmered with an ancient luster under the sunlight.
He tightly gripped the handle of the Spirit Hoe, took a deep breath, and swung the Spirit Hoe, each stroke with just the right amount of force and angle.
The Spirit Hoe fell, like a sharp blade cutting into the soil; the previously somewhat compact soil was easily turned over, and the old scent dissipated, replaced by a fresh earthy fragrance.
It was just that digging out the Spirit Rice stalks required Tian Xiaobao to exert more effort!
As he tirelessly continued to turn, the soil of the Spirit Rice field gradually became soft, presenting a delicate and fertile texture.
On the fifth day of tilling the field, Eighth Uncle came to inform Tian Xiaobao to gather tomorrow and bring the Spirit Rice back to the market together.
In the evening, looking at the three acres of land he had already tilled, he sighed:
"The revolution has not yet succeeded; we still need to work hard!"
...
Early the next morning, as the dawn broke, soft light sprinkled across the land.
Tian Xiaobao had already carefully stored over two thousand catties of Spirit Rice into his Storage Pouch and then hurried towards the Tian Clan's gathering point.
Upon arriving at the gathering point, Tian Xiaobao immediately spotted Tian Buwei in the crowd.
Tian Buwei was Eighth Uncle's grandson, a bit older than Tian Xiaobao, and the two usually had a very good relationship.
Tian Buwei had sharp eyes and immediately saw Tian Xiaobao, his face instantly showing a surprised expression as he loudly said:
"Xiaobao, it's been so long, and you're already at Qi Cultivation Second Layer!"
Tian Xiaobao smiled, walked forward, and patted Tian Buwei's shoulder, saying:
"Yes, Brother Buwei, I've been busy harvesting Spirit Rice during this period, and I've been living in the Spirit Rice field. It would be strange if you could see me."
Tian Buwei rolled his eyes at Tian Xiaobao again, his eyes full of envy as he said:
"Xiaobao, you are truly amazing. In just a few months, your cultivation has improved. I remember you are only sixteen, right? How am I, an eighteen-year-old Qi Cultivation First Layer, supposed to live?!"
Tian Xiaobao humbly waved his hand:
"It's just good luck. As long as you focus on Cultivating diligently, Breakthrough is just a matter of minutes. By the way, why are you here today?"
Tian Buwei said:
"Can't I be in the Spirit Rice field harvesting Spirit Rice? Now that the Spirit Rice harvest is done, aren't I going back with you?"
Tian Xiaobao also rolled his eyes at Tian Buwei:
"If I remember correctly, this seems to be your first time harvesting Spirit Rice in your family's Spirit Rice field this year, isn't it?"
Tian Buwei scratched his head awkwardly.
"It's all because of you. My grandfather saw you Cultivating and growing Spirit Rice, and he's been giving me a hard time at home."
"He even compares me to you. I really couldn't take it anymore, so I came with my grandfather to the Spirit Rice field to harvest Spirit Rice."
As Tian Buwei said these words, he didn't forget to wink at Tian Xiaobao, teasing him.
As they were talking, Eighth Uncle walked over, looked at the two, and said with a smile:
"You two, you always have endless things to talk about when you meet. And you, Tian Buwei, look at Xiaobao's cultivation, and then look at yours! Still not Cultivating diligently!
Alright, everyone is here, let's set off."