Upper Sun City, Zhao District.
The entire area here belonged to the Zhao Family, covering more than three hundred acres, which was even larger than two Millet Districts combined.
Entering this place, one would see vast, flat lands, orderly houses, fertile fields, beautiful ponds, and the likes of mulberry and bamboo plants.
The paths intertwined, and the sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard, with many diligent spirit farmers working in the fields, probably tenant farmers of the Zhao Family.
It seemed like a hidden paradise.
As Yu Xian leisurely strolled around, he took notice of the crops in the fields, and his past identity as a spirit farmer instinctively reminded him of the names of these crops.
"Golden Thread Rice, Dragon Tooth Rice, White Lotus Rice, Fragrant Bamboo Rice, Flower Nectar Rice..."
"Second-Level spirit veins are indeed extraordinary; these are all top-grade first-level Spirit Rices grown here, quite valuable."
