After Retiring from the Sect, I Cultivated Spiritual Fields in the Barren Mountains

[Farming + leisure + cultivation + daily life + relaxation + slow pace + management] The spiritual energy of the world of cultivating immortals is exhausted, and not even a blade of grass can grow. Dressed as a scapegoat and kicked out by the sect? Su Miao sneered: I will bear the pot, but I must take away the carrots! As a boss of the Modern Academy of Agricultural Sciences, Su Miao possesses a high-precision "soil measuring power" and can see at a glance the truth behind the failure of the cultivation world: this is called predatory soil hardening! Don't know about fallow rotation? Don't understand scientific composting? Let you see what the dimensionality reduction attack of modern agriculture is! When the low-grade withered grass was beaten to death, the top-grade mutated spiritual rice was already piled up like a mountain in Sumiao's barren mountain terraces! The former owner was jealous and brought people to rob him? The silent and rough man next door, Orion, who helped her chop wood for the fire every day, held a wood ax and chopped the sect elder's magical weapon with a sword. His eyes were cold and hard: "You stepped on her seedlings." Everyone was horrified: this was actually the legendary swordsman genius who was decisive in killing! Later, the superior Yuanying old monsters gathered in the deserted village and queued up to beg for food with broken bowls in their hands. Su Miao sat in front of the big brick house, gnawing on a spiny cucumber, and waved her hand: "What kind of immortality are you cultivating? You all just follow me and work in the fields!"