After that day, Zhang Zheng didn't see anyone for two months, including Miss Jiaojiao, who yearned for the outside world.
Although a person is happy and peaceful in the courtyard, it is actually boring.
On this day, Zhang Zheng asked the maid if there was a place in the house where she could spend her time.
The maid thought for a while and led her to a wide field, "Guest, this is a spiritual herb garden in the clan. If you have nothing to do, you can come here to kill time."
Zhang Zheng took a cursory glance at the Spiritual Grass Garden and saw that there were many spiritual plants planted, but only a few types.
Most of them are low-level spiritual plants, such as spiritual valley, wire grass, phantom leaf...
However, it is reasonable. She is just an outside monk, and the places she can access must not be important places in the clan, so she can only wander around these places of little value.
The maid took her to the only residence in the garden, a simple thatched roof.
"Grandma Nian, this guest will come and go here often from now on, please be more considerate."
After greeting her, she didn't care whether there was any response in the room, and turned to Zhang Zheng and said, "Guest, Granny Nian has been tending the Lingcao Garden for more than a hundred years. She has a gentle temperament and is kind to others. If you encounter any problems, you can tell her.
explain."
Zhang Zheng glanced at the motionless thatched cottage and nodded in agreement.
The maid bowed and left.
Upholding etiquette, Zhang Zheng faced the thatched cottage and asked, "Grandma Nian, can you let me look around in the Lingcao Garden?"
The thatched house didn't respond for a long time. Zhang Zheng could feel that there was someone in the house. It seemed that this gentle-tempered old woman didn't really want to talk to her.
If you don't refuse, you will treat it as a promise.
The Lingcao Garden occupies a very large area and is divided into dozens of areas. Various spiritual plants are planted in different areas in an orderly manner.
Zhang Zheng then calmed down and walked along the field steps in the vast spiritual grass garden.
Without using any spiritual power or physical skills, Zhang Zheng only walked one-third of the entire Lingcao Garden from morning to dusk.
How could such a large spiritual herb garden be managed entirely by an old woman?
Zhang Zheng couldn't help but feel surprised, and what surprised her even more was that these spiritual plants were growing well and full of aura. It was obvious at a glance that the people who cared for them must be doing their best and meticulously.
She has also seen Wanxuanmen's Spiritual Herb Garden. Although the species and grades are richer and rarer than here, the aura is not as good as six or seven tenths.
As a farmer, Zhang Zheng unconsciously developed a respect and curiosity for an old woman he had never met before. If he could consult with her, he would benefit a lot.
Nothing happened when I returned to the small courtyard. The place was full of life, which made people feel happy. It was also beneficial to Zhang Zheng's practice of the Zhonghe Transformation Technique.
Zhang Zheng simply found an empty space and sat on the ground. He did not practice the Neutralizing Transformation Technique, but just let his mind go and let his consciousness wander in this vast spiritual plant.
In the middle of the night, the crescent moon is like a hook, and the cold moonlight falls on the earth, which becomes increasingly desolate and cold. The jackdaws are silent on the branches.
A figure sat beside the field, with strands of spiritual energy surrounding him, mixed with the faint milky white vitality, and lingering with the vitality of the vast expanse of spiritual plants.
"Creak——"
The old wooden door was pushed open from the inside, and a half-hunched figure stood inside the door. The cloudy and extraordinarily clear eyes reflected the self-generated figure, becoming brighter and brighter.
"How painful is life, how sad is death..."
The almost inaudible voice of vicissitudes of life blew down in the breeze of the silent night, the figure shook his head, and the shaky wooden door closed again.
The next day, the warmth of the early sun fell on Zhang Zheng, waking her up from her daze.
Opening your eyes, you can see a rickety and thin figure carrying a burden and walking steadily through the fields.
Zhang Zheng hurriedly stepped forward to greet her: "Grandma Nian, may I be able to help you?"
Granny Nian bent her legs and the burden fell to the ground, causing ripples.
Her chaotic eyes glanced up and down at Zhang Zheng, her face expressionless, she pointed at the two loads of water and said, "Please pour the water."
Zhang Zheng didn't ask which fields he wanted to water, or whether he could use a more convenient method of spreading rain. He honestly took the load, put it on his shoulders, and headed for the next field.
Granny Nian didn't make a sound and just walked slowly behind her.
Throughout the day, Zhang Zheng carried water back and forth, while Granny Nian squatted in the field where she had watered, checking the growth status of the spiritual plants one by one.
At night, Zhang Zheng still meditated in that open space, and Granny Nian still closed the wooden door and fell asleep with her clothes on.
Three months passed like this, with almost no other communication between the two. Zhang Zheng only asked what needed to be done, and Granny Nian laid out the tasks in a strict manner.
But visible to the naked eye, the atmosphere between the two became increasingly harmonious and tacit. They were each doing their own work. When their eyes met, Zhang Zheng smiled lightly, and Granny Nian looked away calmly.
They don't use spiritual energy or magic, they are just like an ordinary old farming woman and her granddaughter.
Zhang Zheng was surprised at first. Without nourishing the spiritual plants with spiritual energy, how could these spiritual plants grow so well?
But slowly, Zhang Zheng's doubts were answered, and the spiritual plants were all growing vigorously and luxuriantly, showing no sign of weakness.
The family harvests the spiritual plants from the spiritual grass garden once a year, and the harvest day soon comes.
A man dressed as a butler led more than ten servants into the Lingcao Garden.
The housekeeper shouted to Granny Nian who was working in the fields: "Grandma Nian, we are here to collect the spiritual plants."
These days, Zhang Zheng has learned a lot of farming methods from Granny Nian, such as catching insects at the moment.
Hearing this, she raised her head and looked towards the source of the sound.
Granny Nian stood up from the ground with her knees up and waved her hand for Zhang Zheng to follow her.
The housekeeper squinted at the unfamiliar-looking Zhang Zheng and asked doubtfully, "Is this Granny Nian's new disciple?"
Grandma Nian shook her head and denied it, her voice was particularly cold, "I have told you before that I will never accept another apprentice in my life."
Looking at Granny Nian's back as she turned away and the closed wooden door, Zhang Zheng had no choice but to step forward and explain, "I'm destined to be a guest in my house, but I'm just here to take a look when I'm free and uninterested."
Hearing this, a relaxed smile appeared on the butler's serious face, but his words implied expulsion, "Guest, the Lingcao Garden will be harvested in the near future. I'm afraid it will disturb the guests. If it is convenient, could you please go somewhere else for a stroll?
"
It was impossible for Zhang Zheng to stay in someone else's territory, so he looked at the closed wooden door worriedly and said goodbye.
Grandma Nian's cold words made her feel doubtful and slightly worried.
Could it be that Granny Nian once accepted a disciple, but why she no longer accepts one? Could it be that something happened to the previous disciple?
In the next period of time, Zhang Zheng will not be able to come to the Lingcao Garden, so she can only try to come here after the harvest is completed.
Zhang Zheng had nowhere to go in the huge family mansion, so he had to return to the courtyard of Fengya Pavilion.
As soon as we arrived outside the hospital, a familiar figure came into view.
Nan Zhangzhi was still wearing a fresh and bright yellow-green coat and skirt, waiting outside the courtyard with a disappointed expression. A delicate lotus seed hairpin hung from her black bun, and three strings of thin bright jade beads swayed slightly with her movements.
Has she been waiting here for a long time?

Chapter completed!