11: Chapter 11 I Can Stand It

“Today, two more people will be coming to the Medicine Field. From now on, the three of you will be under my management.” Su Xin stepped over the threshold and pointed to a tightly shut room in the front courtyard, saying,

“From now on, your classes will be in this room. Remember to be here at Chen Shi (7-9 AM) every day.”

Jiang Hanwen followed the direction of her finger and saw a locked room with a small, palm-wide plaque on its door, bearing the characters “Jing Xin” (Quiet Heart).

“After a few years, Miss Su has become even more beautiful.” A clear, appreciative voice sounded from behind him.

Jiang Hanwen looked in the direction of the voice. A handsome Young Master, wearing an jade crown, a brocade robe with gold trim, a silver-patterned long belt around his waist, and aMingluan Jade Pendant (Ming Luan Jade Pendant), was standing behind him, holding a paper fan, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes—a truly excellent appearance.

Before his words faded, a tall, burly man, dressed in loose, sturdy attire with two short axes tucked into his waist, appeared at the doorway. He retorted sharply, “Hmph! Miss Su’s beauty doesn’t need you to point out!”

Upon meeting, the two immediately flared up at each other.

It seems these will be his classmates, and none of them are simple.

“You two are joking,” Su Xin introduced generously, “This is Jiang Hanwen, and this is...”

After introducing each other and exchanging pleasantries, the three walked into the Jing Xin room. Su Xin held a pen, drew shapes on paper, and focused on explaining the upcoming key topic—bloodline grass.

“bloodline grass is different from other Spiritual Plants. It requires a daily drip of blood, and the amount of blood needed varies for each bloodline grass. Too much will cause it to rot and stink, too little will prolong its growth time...”

After class, Jiang Hanwen returned to his room. Zhuang Bai, who held the paper fan, and Gong Qing were going to visit Du Qingfu.

He attended class in the morning, Cultivated at noon, and in the afternoon, Jiang Hanwen was in the field, researching new fertilizers himself.

bloodline grass is a Spiritual Plant that truly belongs to the Spiritual Plant category.

If cultivated properly by hand, it matures in three months. Each bloodline grass, depending on its quality, is worth between ten and twenty taels of silver.

The more expensive it is, the higher the value of successful cultivation, and the more qualified he would be to negotiate with the Zhuang family to bring his father over.

By the fifth day of classes, Jiang Hanwen's notebook was already a thick stack.

“Here are fifteen seedlings, five for each of you. I will regularly check your progress.” Su Xin placed three white cloth bags on the table.

“Jiang Hanwen, come out for a moment.”

Zhuang Bai and Gong Qing exchanged glances, a smirk playing on their lips.

Jiang Hanwen wondered what Su Xin could possibly want him for.

Looking at him, Su Xin’s cheeks were slightly flushed, and her gentle voice carried a hint of embarrassment:

“There are no books about bloodline grass in the library; only my father and I know about it.

Yesterday, Young Master Zhuang said that he and Gong Qing were only listening, and many parts were unclear. Would it be convenient for you to make a copy of your notes for them?”

Living under someone else’s roof, did he have the right to refuse?

Moreover, it was a Young Master whose status was many times higher than his own.

“Miss Su, what are you saying? I’ll make two copies for them.” Although he was displeased, Jiang Hanwen didn’t think much of it.

To put it harshly, his current status was that of a servant, a slave.

Asking him was already a sign of great respect; he needed to be clear about his own position.

“Then, on their behalf, thank you.” Su Xin smiled gently, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.

After agreeing on a place to exchange the notes, Jiang Hanwen strode away.

At this moment, only three words were in his mind—bloodline grass.

bloodline grass is Yin-leaning, and the best time to plant it is at Zi Shi (11 PM - 1 AM) at night, when the Yin Qi is strongest throughout the day.

The full moon hung high in the sky. Jiang Hanwen sat by the dug-out pit, carefully examining the bright red color on the cloth bag.

bloodline grass somewhat resembles an orchid, with round, sword-shaped leaves. The outermost edge has a thin yellow line, moving inwards to a deep green, like jade. In the very center is a bright red bloodline, about the thickness of a fingernail.

The bloodline was crystal clear, like a flowing river of blood encased beneathColored Glaze (Líulí - colored glaze), exceptionally vibrant.

“Kadong!”

The wooden water dropper, its metal piece striking the water, signaled Zi Shi!

Jiang Hanwen quickly planted five bloodline grass, covering them with thick soil, leaving only half an inch of leaf poking out of the mud.

On the ground nearby was a bamboo whistle, a special tool for planting bloodline grass, containing fresh chicken blood, ten drops per section.

He pressed the tail of the bamboo whistle, the bamboo pieces clapped, and bright red drops of blood dripped out, falling onto the mud. Jiang Hanwen watered it little by little, like a thief secretly touching a maiden's skin.

The next day, he handed his notes to Zhuang Bai.

Zhuang Bai told him that from now on, the number of eggs he could receive daily would double. He could use them to Cultivate more fertile soil or cook them to nourish his body.

Gong Qing, on the other hand, gave him a small gold ingot, showing off his wealth.

From then on, Jiang Hanwen had a three-point guess about why the two had come to the Medicine Field.

If Zhuang Bai was flexing his muscles in terms of power, then Gong Qing was doing so in terms of financial strength.

A resonant drum doesn't need a heavy hammer. Why would he, a small character, be treated this way by two people—Su Xin.

He suddenly remembered that six days ago, when he first met the two, Su Xin had specifically changed into a green dress and styled her hair.

It turned out she was waiting to meet the two Young Masters.

Regarding this, Jiang Hanwen had self-awareness; as a mere dirt-farmer, it was best for him to stay away from such romantic rivalries.

However, he welcomed such good things as receiving eggs and money; please let them happen a few more times, he could handle it!

After delivering the items, he hurried home.

For ten consecutive days, Jiang Hanwen never left the soil, except to eat and collect bamboo whistles. He even slept wrapped in his quilt, sitting next to the bloodline grass.

For bloodline grass to be successfully cultivated artificially, there are three hurdles, the first of which is whether it can sprout within the first ten days.

This concerned whether he could bring his father to the Zhuang family, and Jiang Hanwen dared not be careless in the slightest.

The full moon turned halfway, and it was time to water again.

Under the silver moonlight, four translucent, jade-green leaves with a hint of red emerged from the mud.

Jiang Hanwen let out a long breath, his eyes gleaming with a strange light. Four plants survived; hard work truly pays off. The first hurdle, an 80% survival rate!

With a small, pointed hoe, about the thickness of a finger, he gently scraped away the mud. Jiang Hanwen carefully examined the dead bloodline grass.

A faint smell of decay wafted to his nose. At the root of the bloodline grass, the bright red was gone, replaced by a black mass.

When he reached out to pinch it, it was hard, like a stone.

This phenomenon was consistent with the situation of too much blood being dripped.

Since that was the case, the problem wasn't in his steps, but in the seeds.

The seeds were abnormal, uneven.

The other four bloodline grass naturally had a better foundation, so they could withstand the irrigation of one drop of blood, but this one was weak, so it couldn't endure it.

Jiang Hanwen took out his pen and wrote down the lesson in his notebook.

The next afternoon, Jiang Hanwen was practicing martial arts, a faint warmth rising from his Dantian to his chest.

Compared to his first practice, the warmth in his body was now noticeably 뜨거움 (intensely hot), a significant improvement.

Although he still hadn't achieved a Breakthrough to the first level of Mortal Transformation, his strength had increased, and his endurance had improved. Though slow, his progress had never stopped.

This was already a blessing, and Jiang Hanwen's heart was as still as water, without any worry about slow progress.

Under the infinite years of immortality, slow Cultivation and enjoying the scenery along the way was not necessarily a bad thing.

After finishing his martial arts and concluding his practice, Jiang Hanwen suddenly turned his head, only to see three people standing ten meters away, looking at him with various expressions.