71 Purchase Spirit Bird Egg_3

"Senior Brother Shen, the Silver Marrow Spirit Rice is ready for harvest. I estimate the yield to be around six hundred and fifty pounds per acre,"

Lin Cheng said proudly.

From seeding, watering to harvesting, he had done it all.

Shen Long disabled the protection spell, pushed the door open, and entered, followed by Lin Cheng.

The Spirit Field was filled with rice stalks taller than a man, each stalk bearing an abundance of plump, silver grain heads, and the air was thick with the rich scent of rice.

"Junior Brother Lin, thank you for your hard work,"

Shen Long said.

"It's not trouble, Senior Brother Shen, just watch from the side while I harvest the Spirit Rice,"

Lin Cheng replied.

"No need for that, I trust you. Once you've harvested the Spirit Rice, just call me. I'm going to go inside and read,"

Shen Long brewed a pot of tea for Lin Cheng and then walked into Qingmei Pavilion.