Chapter 461 The Secret Realm of Four Seasons Valley (3)

Zhuzhu stayed here in the oasis for more than half a month.

Not only did I eat all the fruits here, I also saw all the beautiful scenery here.

Although she had not practiced for a day in more than half a month, Zhuzhu felt that she had gained more from such proper relaxation than she had gained from seclusion for more than half a month.

The second thing is that my mind is open, and my previous understanding of the way of reincarnation seems to have made some progress.

Zhuzhu then left the oasis and walked across the sand dunes towards Jinqiu Valley.

As soon as I entered the Golden Autumn Valley, I felt a gust of autumn wind blowing in. Zhuzhu squinted her eyes comfortably, it was really a refreshing autumn day!

The scenery in front of me is actually not that charming, it is just a golden rice field.

However, I was used to seeing the beautiful scenery of Zhong Lingyu in the Wuji Spiritual Realm, and it was a strange feeling to suddenly see such a simple and unpretentious scene.

When the sun shines, the rice fields sparkle with golden light, as if they are sprinkled with gold. When the autumn wind blows, the rice fields ripple, as if they are in a golden ocean.

At some point, Zhuzhu had a sickle in her hand, and she immediately understood the idea of ​​the Four Seasons Valley Secret Realm, which allowed her to return to her original nature and experience the feeling of autumn harvest.

It's not impossible.

The corners of Zhuzhu's mouth raised, and he started to bend down and harvest the rice on the ground like an old farmer.

Of course, there are three True Lords of Nascent Soul who are doing the same thing as her, namely True Lord Guiyuan, True Lord Canglan and True Lord Huoyun.

There were also a few Nascent Soul Lords who did not bother to do this, and directly discarded the sickles in their hands and headed towards the Winter Valley.

Zhuzhu was noncommittal about their choice. After all, it was Chenhua Peak's handyman disciples who harvested the spiritual grains, and they also used spiritual techniques and did not know how to harvest with sickles themselves.

Not to mention that the people who have come here are all Nascent Soul Lords who have been practicing for hundreds of years.

Asking them to bend down to harvest rice like old farmers is as embarrassing as asking a group of old scholars to squat down and play in the mud. Naturally, they are unwilling to bend down to do such a thing.

However, Zhuzhu doesn't think so. No matter in the past life or in this life, people who live by working hard with their hands are no different from people like them who work hard to climb up.

We all stand in this world based on our abilities, no one is nobler than anyone else, and no one is inferior to anyone else.

Although not everyone understands this truth, when she saw the master of Yueying Peak, Guiyuan Zhenjun, busy harvesting in the rice fields, Zhuzhu rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

If she read it correctly, Guiyuan Zhenjun was already a monk at the Nascent Soul Dzogchen realm.

I didn't expect that I would be willing to lower my body and harvest the rice with my hands like her.

After a busy day, several Nascent Soul Lords who had been fasting for many years felt hungry for the first time.

Then there was another rice pounding machine in front of them. It seemed that if they wanted to eat, they had to use the rice pounding rice pounding machine to remove the husks and grind it into rice.

Not to mention that Zhuzhu has never used a hammer in this life, she has never used it in modern society in her previous life, let alone seen it.

However, Zhenjun Guiyuan once again exceeded Zhuzhu and others' expectations and skillfully put the rice he harvested into the pound.

The pound is made of stones, which is equivalent to a basin made of stone. There is a bracket on it. One end of the bracket is a wooden stick. This wooden stick can be used to pound rice, and the other end of the bracket is used by people to step on.

Use this wooden stick to pound the rice, and gradually the rice husk and the rice inside will be separated.

It seems easy, but in fact it is very laborious. If an ordinary person does it, they may only be able to grind out a few days' worth of rice in one day.

Zhuzhu looked at Zhenjun Guiyuan for a while, and started to imitate him.

Ordinarily she should not have an advantage in terms of weight and strength, and she cannot use spiritual power, but Zhuzhu has been refining her body since the Qi refining stage. Not to mention her physique, her strength is far stronger than those of the male cultivators, so she is actually the best among all Yuanying Zhen.

The most relaxing one in the world.

Soon the sound of pounding rice could be heard one after another in the rice field.

The simple and unpretentious voice was like a hymn of harvest. While working, Zhuzhu stared at the golden rice in the stone bowl gradually separating from the snow-white rice inside, and her heart was filled with joy and pride.

Look, this is the harvest of her day's work, and it will soon be turned into fragrant rice porridge.

However, during the process of pounding rice, she also experienced the hard work and simplicity of farmers, as well as the meaning of harvest, and her mood once again improved a little.

Another day passed, and everyone's stomachs began to growl.

And the rice they harvested was finally ground into white rice.

There were more pots, pans, stoves and a bucket of clear and clean water in front of them.

It seems that if they want to eat food, they have to make it themselves.

However, Zhuzhu sighed helplessly, "Well, she doesn't know how to use the pot, so she has to see how others do it first."

The first one to act was Zhenjun Guiyuan. He grabbed a few handfuls of rice and rinsed it with water. Then he put it into the pot, added water and closed the lid. He picked up the useless rice and stuffed it into the bottom of the pot, and then removed it from the ground.

Picking up two stones and rubbing them skillfully to light the fire, the action was done in one go without any pause.

Everyone then followed him and soon, smoke was rising from several stoves beside the rice fields.

After several Nascent Soul Lords were busy at their own stoves for half an hour, they finally ate the rice porridge they cooked.

Although there were no side dishes, no fine wine, and even the rice was ordinary rice without spiritual energy, everyone still ate with faces full of satisfaction and happiness.

This is the second time Zhuzhu has experienced this kind of feeling in the Secret Land of Four Seasons Valley.

Someone once said that the most beautiful thing is fireworks in the world. She did not agree with this before, but now, she finally feels the taste of fireworks in the world.

It is the smell of happiness, joy and warmth.

Whole grains are the foundation for the growth of all things. Even if they, the Nascent Soul Lords, have been living without grains for many years, they still need to eat these grains in order to grow up little by little and have the energy to live regardless of whether they are in the womb or before the foundation period is reached after birth.

Go down.

Only now did Zhuzhu realize that lust for food is not a shameful thing. What is shameful are those who indulge in waste and perverse behavior without caring about the lives of others in order to satisfy their own desires.

It was also the first time that Zhuzhu completely let go of her appetite and drank three large bowls of the rice porridge she made before putting down the bowl with a satisfied look on her face.

The four seasons cycle, spring represents rebirth, and everything is thriving, summer represents luxuriance, and is also the season when all things grow the fastest, autumn represents harvest, and is also the most joyful season of the year, but what about winter?

Zhuzhu looks forward to Winter Valley.

However, before leaving Jinqiu Valley, Zhuzhu stayed for a few more days in order to consolidate the insights gained here.

I also happened to hear the conversation between True Lord Canglan and True Lord Guiyuan.

"Zhenjun Guiyuan, how come you know everything? Is there anything you don't know?"

True Lord Canglan was too curious and couldn't help but ask.

True Lord Guiyuan also gained a lot during this period, and his aura became more peaceful, which is why when he saw Zhuzhu, he didn't make any sarcastic remarks like before.

The matter has become a foregone conclusion, and it is time to let it go. What's more, Song Yulou went astray, which is inseparable from his master. It was because he lacked strict discipline on his disciples, and it was also because he did not stand up for his disciples in time after discovering that something was wrong with the Song family.

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He planned to seek justice from the Song family who forced Song Yulou to go astray after leaving the secret realm this time, so that he, the master, could make some amends for the dead Song Yulou.

"I am originally from a peasant family. I have been helping my parents do these things since I was a child. Naturally, I understand how to do these things as soon as I see them."

Zhenjun Guiyuan did not hide his origin. Instead, through this labor, he once again realized the hardships of his parents who raised him, and was grateful to his master who led him out of this difficult life five hundred years ago.

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So that’s it, heroes don’t care about their origins, not to mention that from a peasant to becoming the master of the inner sect step by step, Guiyuan Zhenjun can really be called a legend, and he has already reached the Yuanying Great Consummation and has not forgotten his roots, Zhuzhu

My original impression of him has also changed a lot.

After she solved her doubts, she closed her eyes and began to meditate to stabilize her thoughts.

The author is from the north and has never seen how rice is ground into rice. There may be something wrong in what he wrote. Please don’t criticize!
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