Lu Qing, using a cultivator's methods, selected the rice seeds.
The villagers had never seen such a magical scene before, and they were all wide-eyed with astonishment.
With the help of a spell, Lu Qing quickly selected a batch of the best rice seeds from all the grains.
Looking at the plump, golden seeds in the bamboo basket, Lu Qing nodded with satisfaction.
"Grandpa Zhang, I've made my selection. The rest, let everyone take them home."
"Is this little bit enough for you? Do you want to pick some more?"
Grandpa Zhang was also stunned by the spell Lu Qing had just displayed, and it took him a while to come to his senses before he hurriedly said.
"It's enough, I can't use more for the time being," Lu Qing smiled.
With his current cultivation, the amount of rice seeds he could enlighten was limited.
Besides, the spirit field that had been cultivated on the mountain wasn't very large.
The selected rice seeds were already more than enough.
