Chapter 8 Autumn Harvest and Celebration

The weather was slightly cool, and it was already late autumn. Thanks to the clan's protective formation, the Wang family's territory was still lush and full of vitality.

The only difference was in the clan's spirit rice and spirit fruits.

The spirit rice fields were golden, with large ears of rice hanging low; the spirit fruits were red and yellow, emitting an enticing fragrance.

Wang Nannan was called to the foot of the mountain to help harvest spirit rice and catch spirit fish.

Many of the clan's younger members were also released by their families to join in the fun and experience the joy of the autumn harvest.

There was no need for everyone to help with harvesting spirit rice and planting spirit fruits. Several spirit farmers used a few spells to take care of everything.

The spirit rice and spirit fruits were collected into storage bags and handed over to the family.

As for Wang Nannan and the others, their main job was to catch spirit loaches. At this time, the water in the spirit paddy fields had long been drained, and the mud was exposed to the air, with no trace of the spirit loaches.

Spells were not very effective against the spirit loaches hiding in the mud, so the lively and active children were called in.

After all, the family needed live spirit loaches, not to kill them, so they could only be caught by hand.

"Turn over every bit of mud, don't miss a single spirit loach," an elder in the clan instructed.

"After catching the spirit loaches, each of you little ones will be given a hundred of the fattest ones."

Everyone's eyes lit up. The fattest spirit loaches made their mouths water just hearing about them. They all rubbed their hands and prepared to act.

Each person tied a bamboo cage around their waist, rolled up their trouser legs, and jumped into the mud.

Everyone had a clear division of labor, lined up in a row, and began a carpet-like search.

Several adults watched the group of kids with smiles, recalling their own childhoods.

Using the "Golden Geng Sword Technique" to turn over the mud, spirit loaches were put into Wang Nannan's bamboo cage. He glanced at the surrounding partners, who were using various small spells, all with high efficiency.

One spirit paddy field was "plowed" through, and everyone rushed to the next one at the same time.

The children's bodies knew no fatigue, and the work was finished in a whole day.

Most of the spirit loaches were taken away by the family, and the rest were distributed to everyone.

Each person had two bamboo cages, each containing fifty, exactly the right amount after a simple count.

Carrying the bamboo cages, they happily went home to show the spirit loaches to their parents.

The spirit loaches, as thick as thumbs, were constantly wriggling. Their plump bodies were quite valuable, with one selling for about five spirit sands.

The parents praised them a few times, poured the spirit loaches into a jar, took out a few, cut them open, and stir-fried them over high heat, creating a delicious dish.

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In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the year. The clan was filled with joy. This world did not have a New Year, but rather the clan's inherent celebration, which made everyone happy.

Reviewing the hard work of the year and showing hope for the future.

Over a hundred clan members gathered together, tasting various spirit foods. During this time, the younger generation competed to show off their talents, drawing bursts of applause.

Wang Nannan sat below, keeping quiet. He was just a spirit farmer and not good at fighting, so he wouldn't go up and make a fool of himself!

However, Wang Nannan kept looking around. It was rare to see so many clan members at once.

Everyone was busy with their own affairs. Many were responsible for managing some shops outside, and some were guarding mortal towns. They would only gather once at the end of the year.

"There aren't many clan members with a chance to establish a foundation, are there?" Wang Nannan muttered. He could vaguely sense everyone's realm. Overall, the clan members' talents seemed to be very average.

Ming, Ding, Xiang, and Nan were the main four generations of Wang family cultivators.

The Ming generation included the clan leader Wang Ming'ai and the elder in the library Wang Minghui.

The Ding generation, which was Wang Nannan's grandfather's generation, still had six or seven cultivators, all at the eighth or ninth level of Qi training, but most of them were in declining health and had no hope of establishing a foundation.

The Xiang generation, which was Wang Nannan's parents' generation, was the backbone of the clan. Most of them were at the third to seventh level, and a small number seemed to be able to touch the threshold of foundation establishment (reaching the ninth level of Qi training at 60 years old), but it was unknown whether the clan would have the opportunity to obtain Foundation Establishment Pills.

The youngest Nan generation was no more than twenty years old, and their realms were all below the fourth level of Qi training, but according to everyone's spiritual roots, there were not many opportunities for foundation establishment.

Wang Nannan sighed a little. If he wanted to live forever, he had to develop the family. To develop the family, the clan members had to be strong, but looking at the current situation, Wang Nannan had a headache.

Not only were there few people, but their talents were also not good.

When he had a say in the future, he had to let the clan members have more children. With a large number, there would always be descendants with excellent talents.

Putting aside the messy thoughts, Wang Nannan continued to enjoy the joy of the celebration.

"I heard that the Zhou family's patriarch's spirit water rhinoceros has broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage!" A woman asked Wang Nannan's mother. The woman was Wang Xiangtan's wife.

Wang Nannan's mother nodded. She knew about this and said, "It's been a while. I also heard my parents mention it."

"Ah! In this way, the Zhou family has a Foundation Establishment cultivator and two Foundation Establishment spirit beasts, instantly surpassing our Wang family and Liu family, becoming the most powerful force near Shennong Gate," Aunt sighed.

The Wang, Zhou, and Liu families had always been in competition with each other, belonging to neither enemies nor friends.

They would trade, communicate, and intermarry with each other, but also slander and conflict with each other. Everything was determined according to the interests of the time.

Wang Nannan listened to the side. The Zhou family now had three Foundation Establishment great cultivators. He hoped the family would have a sense of crisis!

The happy time always passed quickly. After cleaning up the venue, everyone went back to their own homes and found their own mothers.

"Mother, was the spirit wine at the celebration brewed by the clan?" In the evening, Wang Nannan found his parents and asked. He had drunk a little before, and the realm in his body had a tendency to rise.

"Yes! There is a first-grade wine maker in the clan who brews some spirit rice and spirit fruits into spirit wine every year to supply the clan members," his mother replied. "The spirit wine brewed with spirit rice is called 'Beauty's Drunkenness,' which has the effect of healing injuries; the spirit wine brewed with spirit fruits is called 'Hundred Brews,' which has the effect of stabilizing the meridians and helping cultivation."

"However, the output of the two is very low. You can only drink a free sip of Hundred Brews at the celebration, otherwise you can only buy it with contribution points, which is very expensive."

"Then does the clan have a wine maker inheritance?" Wang Nannan asked, realizing something.

His mother shook her head and said, "The wine maker in the clan is your third aunt's husband. He is a son-in-law and has never passed on the inheritance to the family."

"Because of his skill, the clan has given him a lot of support. Even the children without spiritual roots born to him and your third aunt do not have to be surnamed Wang, but follow your uncle's surname."

"However, he has also promised the clan that if the clan's descendants want to learn wine making from him, he will pass it down."

"Then is anyone learning?" Wang Nannan asked again.

"His daughter, your cousin," Wang Nannan's mother replied.

"Wang Nanjuan!" Wang Nannan understood. It was normal for a daughter to inherit her father's business.

"What? Do you want to learn?" Wang Nannan's mother smiled, but still advised, "The inheritance of the spirit farmer is enough for you to learn. It's better not to learn too much, otherwise you won't be proficient in anything."

Wang Nannan was a little discouraged. It seemed that he could only plot the spirit wine in the future.