Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 221 Spiritual Root

"Meat!" The little girl's eyes lit up when she heard the word meat. She struggled to get down from the ground, holding her round belly. Luo Chen picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth with a smile. The little girl's eyes narrowed while eating. She looked very cute.

She had already eaten a lot just now, so Luo Chen saved a roujiamo for his sister to eat tomorrow. Although the little girl was not very happy, she touched her belly and reluctantly agreed.

Luo's father sat aside and watched the interaction between his son and daughter, his eyes becoming moist.

"Well, our family is finally living a good life with surplus food. Half a month ago, I couldn't even think about it."

Luo Yi served the rice soup and placed it in front of Luo's father, saying optimistically: "Don't be afraid, little father. Our lives will definitely get better and better."

Luo's father looked at his sensible son and well-behaved daughter, lowered his head and wiped away his tears, his eyes becoming more determined.

"It's true. Now that you're following a capable man, our lives will get better and better."

The family was having fun together and the room was full of warmth. Song Chunlin on the street took back his supernatural powers and was sure that the family was really desperate and chose to rely on a stranger like him.

But this is strange. Although Bai Ta City is not rich, there are many powerful people. Why have the two brothers, or this family, never thought of relying on those nobles, but instead looking for a way out in a strange outsider like him?

Song Chunlin walked all the way but still couldn't figure it out. When he returned to the government office it was already very late. Gu Fengyue had not come back yet. Song Chunlin thought about it and simply called a yamen runner and asked him to help investigate the Luo family tomorrow. The yamen runner went down after receiving the order.

When he was the only one left in the room, Dabao jumped out directly from the space. The little guy was now as big as a 20-centimeter cotton doll. He was still chubby and wore a one-piece baby suit, looking adorable.

"Owner!"

Song Chunlin held Dabao and sat on the chair: "Now can you tell me why I accepted the two brothers from the Luo family?"

Dabao jumped up immediately upon hearing this and shouted excitedly: "Master, Master, they have spiritual roots!"

"Spiritual roots?" Song Chunlin was surprised: "Is this world still a world of immortal cultivation?"

Dabao shook his head: "No, the spiritual energy in this world is as thin as your previous world, and the natural treasures have long been extinct, so theoretically speaking, this is not a world for cultivating immortals."

"But..." Dabao added a but, and Song Chunlin's appetite was whetted. He placed Dabao upright on the table and motioned for him to continue.

"Master, you should know that the creator of this space is a great immortal cultivator from the ancient times. So when this world was full of spiritual energy in the ancient times, people could cultivate immortals. Now, people cannot cultivate immortals because most of the immortal cultivators have died, and the spiritual energy of the world has been exhausted. But this does not mean that no one with spiritual roots will be born among humans anymore."

"So your theory is that having spiritual roots does not conflict with not being able to cultivate immortality?"

"Yes, yes, just because they can't practice doesn't mean they can't have spiritual roots."

Song Chunlin fell into deep thought: "So, the golden light of merit at that time was actually given by them?"

Dabao shook his head, then nodded: "Yes and no, the golden light of merit they gave you is actually not as much as their sister's."

"What? That little girl?"

Dabao gradually became excited: "Yes, yes, it took Dabao so many years to see a top-grade wood spiritual root. The girl is very talented. Even if she doesn't practice, according to the natural affinity of wood spiritual roots to plants, as long as the plants are touched by her, they will grow well. She is simply a natural saint for farming. Master, don't you want to find someone to help you manage the vineyard? The Luo family is very good. Except for the little girl, the two brothers' spiritual roots are also low-grade wood spiritual roots. The affinity is not as good as their sister, but it is enough for farming."

Song Chunlin was almost overwhelmed by this buy one get one free surprise where the gift was even better than the original one.

"What would happen if we didn't give them food today, or the day before yesterday? What would happen to the little girl?"

Dabao made some calculations and said, "Master, if you hadn't packed food for them that day, the little girl would have died today."

"What? So serious?"

"Yes, the little girl is sick. She has a high fever. As you can see, her family is extremely poor. Even if the two brothers' wages were added together, it would not be enough to buy medicine for the little girl. The little girl is in very poor health. She has poor resistance due to long-term malnutrition. A high fever can take her life. However, she has a top-grade wood spirit root. If she is alive, she can use her own abilities to help more people in the future."

Song Chunlin thought that he had added a little spiritual spring water to the pork rib soup. Perhaps it was that weak spiritual spring water that helped the little girl overcome the difficulties.

Dabao smiled and said, "People with spiritual roots have always been the favorites of heaven. The best spiritual roots are the favorites among the favorites. Maybe the fact that you can save their family this time is destined by heaven, because heaven doesn't want such a child to die an untimely death."

Hearing this, Song Chunlin immediately became alert and wished he could run back to the Luo family and give each member of the Luo family a bottle of spiritual spring water. Fortunately, he still had his wits about him and only sent out the mutant plants to pour some spiritual spring water into their water tank.

I believe that with these spiritual spring waters, the Luo family's physical fitness will soon improve. Such a good girl must get better quickly.

"By the way, since they have spiritual roots, does that mean they can also practice?"

Dabao bit his lip and said, "Of course, I can, but Master, this world does not have enough spiritual energy. Even if there is a technique suitable for them, such thin spiritual energy is not enough to support them to successfully build their foundation."

So it means it’s not possible, and Song Chunlin’s heart finally died.

Gu Fengyue was still packing her brother's bag. In addition to the necessary documents, Gu Fengyue also stuffed a bunch of local specialties into it. Gu Fengyun looked at the full bag and felt a little uncomfortable.

"Brother, are you really not going back with me?"

Gu Fengyue paused while packing her things, then returned to normal.

"Gu's army is still here. Let's stay and help them sort out their affairs before we go back."

Gu Fengyun was so angry that his teeth itched: "It's true that you can't keep your son when he grows up. Look at your achievements. For a wife, you even gave up your brother."

Gu Fengyue's ears turned red as she whispered back, "Yes, brother, please stop saying such things. Chunlin will misunderstand if he hears them."

Gu Fengyun: “…”

He said that he could no longer keep this younger brother, as he had already turned his back on his father before he even had a chance to marry. If Chunlin married him in the future, his presence as the eldest brother would be even lower.

No, if this goes on, there will be no place for him in his brother's heart.

However, Gu Fengyun thought about it and couldn't think of any good solution. Given this silly boy's obsession, it was obviously unrealistic to separate him from Song Chunlin.

Gu Fengyun sighed in frustration. No wonder people say that once you get married you forget your mother. It is so true.

Gu Fengyun's return date was set for three days later. The next morning, Song Chunlin was waiting at the gate of the government office as usual. Uncle Ding entered the city almost as soon as the gate opened, and brought a few people to the government office in a ox cart. With him was a fat uncle, whom Song Chunlin had never seen before. He thought that he should be Uncle Ding's relative who was a bricklayer.

"Young Master Song, this is my cousin, his last name is also Ding, you can just call him Old Man Ding."

Old Man Ding is a few years older than Uncle Ding, but they are of different generations. While the others were moving things, Old Man Ding and Song Chunlin stood at the door and discussed the style of the house to be built. Old Man Ding was also very experienced in building houses, and he quickly gave Song Chunlin several plans based on the local climate and geographical conditions. Song Chunlin listened to his clear and logical explanations and nodded repeatedly.

"Mr. Ding, let's go over there and take a look at the terrain first."

Old Man Ding agreed with a smile: "Okay, okay, we should go take a look first."

Several people carried the fully loaded ox cart out of the city and picked up other people at the city gate. The seventeen people were still working. Today's job was to build the scaffolding, so the cart was a bit crowded, but there was still room for everyone to sit.

As soon as they arrived at the place, Old Man Ding jumped off the ox cart and confirmed with Song Chunlin the specific location to build the house. He also asked about the requirements for the house. Song Chunlin wanted a bigger yard and more rooms. In addition to the kitchen, he also wanted to build a warehouse, a tool room, and even a toilet and a septic tank.

It was the first time that Old Man Ding heard the owner's request to build a toilet inside the house. However, when he heard about the pipes that Song Chunlin was going to make, which could be used to discharge sewage directly into the septic tank, this treatment method was the first time not only for Old Man Ding, but also for the people working around him.

Old Man Ding frowned tightly, as if he was thinking about the possibility of building a house like this. Song Chunlin watched him writing and drawing on the ground with branches, as if he was planning the route of the sewer.

Song Chunlin ignored him and went to instruct everyone to build racks for the grapes.

Building a trellis is more complicated than planting grape seedlings. Not much was built in the morning. It was almost noon, and Old Man Ding was still drawing on the ground, as if he had not finished his work. Song Chunlin simply ignored him and went to drive the ox cart to bring back the meal.

Seeing this, the brothers Luo Chen and Luo Yi came forward to help. Song Chunlin thought about it and did not refuse. He sat on the ox cart and directed the two men to drive the cart to a remote and deserted place. After making sure that there was no one around, Song Chunlin jumped off the ox cart.

The Luo brothers were still wondering why their master came here as there were no restaurants or hotels here.

Just when they were puzzled, Song Chunlin waved his hand, and suddenly several huge wooden barrels appeared on the originally empty ox cart, filled with steaming food.

"!!!"

The two brothers' pupils were shocked and they took several steps back. They couldn't believe their eyes and rubbed them desperately.

“This…is this what’s going on?”

Song Chunlin gently tapped their heads with his finger and said, "Don't get excited. I just used some magic. Remember, this cannot be spread to anyone else."

The two were directly given mental suggestion by Song Chunlin. Although they could not figure out the logic in Song Chunlin's words, under the mental suggestion, they quickly agreed with his words and even began to strictly implement them.

Song Chunlin was very satisfied and directed the two to take lunch back to the vineyard.

Gu Fengyue didn't come today. Another deputy general came to supervise the work. The deputy general had heard that the food here was ready a long time ago. When lunch time came, he found that it was true.

Today, Song Chunlin prepared a wrap filled with braised vegetables and fried chicken fillets, and drank sweet and refreshing cold shrimp drinks. There were ice chips in the cold shrimps. When the deputy general saw it, he thought that this young master was really extravagant. He put in a big piece of such expensive ice just like he wanted.

Song Chunlin naturally would not tell him that all the ice was made of saltpeter. This technology had been popularized during the Song Dynasty, but it is not yet popular now. Rich people still need to collect ice in winter and store it in ice cellars, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive, so ice is particularly expensive.

Old Man Ding was very satisfied with the food here. Before he came, Uncle Ding told him that the host was wealthy. While eating the big burrito, Old Man Ding felt that this was more than just wealthy, it was simply luxurious.

Hearing that the leftover food could be packed up and taken home by them, Old Man Ding was even more satisfied. With such a generous host, they would work harder, right?

After lunch, Old Man Ding once again confirmed the house drawings with Song Chunlin. Looking at the sewer lines planned by Old Man Ding, Song Chunlin nodded repeatedly. As a veteran in house construction, he had taken almost every aspect into consideration, even the warehouse and tool room requested by Song Chunlin were included. Song Chunlin was very satisfied with the drawings.

Old Man Ding said with a smile: "Young Master, your land is big enough. Others don't have such a big yard and such a spacious warehouse."

What Old Man Ding said was the truth. Although there is a lot of land and few people here, it does not mean that land is free. The land price is only about half cheaper than in Beijing where every inch of land is worth a lot of money. But for the common people, it is still a considerable amount of money.

The land to Song Chunlin was allocated by the government. Song Chunlin was a great contributor, so naturally he could have as much land as he wanted. If Song Chunlin had not been afraid that the garden was too big to manage, the officials would have wanted to allocate him a dozen acres more, but Song Chunlin repeatedly refused.

Even so, now only less than one-third of the vineyard is planted. Now Song Chunlin is just doing trial planting. In the later stage, he will also teach the Luo brothers the method of grafting. Dabao said that although the two brothers' wood spiritual roots are of inferior quality, their affinity to plants is much higher than that of ordinary people. If they are asked to graft grapes, not only will the success rate be higher than that of ordinary people, but new varieties may even emerge.

Of course, it would be better if the little girl could take over. Her top-quality wood spiritual roots can be used to develop new varieties of grapes with ease.