Clang!
A deep tolling of a bronze bell echoed through the Yellow Bud Rice Fields.
Hidden leaf insects, twisted and shaking, fell rustling from beneath the leaves.
A thin layer of dark smoke clung to the ground and spread outwards.
Freshly sprung weeds and stunned pests that came into contact with the smoke vanished immediately.
Chen Mu strolled leisurely through the Yellow Bud Rice Fields, finishing his daily care and improvement of the Yellow Bud Rice.
...
He returned to the Low Hill Courtyard.
Chen Mu approached a well-ventilated spot under the wooden shed.
A long wooden rack stood on the north side of the shed's floor.
Seven or eight flat bamboo baskets were arranged in order, all filled with Calming Pills.
The Soul-Calming Stake leaned against the rack, cooling and ventilating, helping the Calming Pills to solidify and dry.
"Over a thousand pills, that should be enough to sell for three months," Chen Mu speculated, carefully turning over the elixir pills.
