Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming

The place drawn by Fan Lingling and her daughter is also a Buddhist site, a place for worship; it’s accessible by car and relatively close, pretty convenient.

Whatever they draw?

There are equipped vehicles, for long distances there are cars, for short distances it’s motorcycles.

Tractors.

They will all go down the mountain, racing against time.

Luo Youyou and Mr. Luo were heading downhill, which was hard on the cameraman.

Afraid his equipment might get knocked about, afraid he might fall.

He couldn’t keep up with their pace, so the director let this whirlwind sibling pair continue livestreaming with their smartwatches.

The cameraman breathed a sigh of relief, not having to follow the guests isn’t as arduous.

He could earn money without distress.

All they had to do was follow the director.

Because the directors would wait in one location, then convene at another place for lodging and dinner later.

The designated location was a hot spring that offered hotel accommodations and other lodgings.

Whether they got a large room or a small room, ate well or not?

Depended on their speed in clocking in and how well they completed tasks.

Then a voting process from the audience.

The audience votes.

Luo Youyou and Third Brother reached the mountain base and found a small white car.

Originally there would be a driver, but they ran so fast, there was no driver yet.

When they reached the car, they were handed the key along with a card, all they needed was to unlock the door, get in, and drive off.

Mr. Luo had a license; Luo Youyou also had a license.

Luo Youyou wanted to drive and experience the thrill of speeding.

But his Third Brother wouldn’t allow it.

"Sis, with Third Brother here, how can I let you drive? Don’t worry, I’ve got great skills."

Luo Youyou couldn’t beat Third Brother, so he had to compromise, yet he quietly stuck a talisman on the car.

Originally the car’s power and other features were insufficient, just an ordinary car.

Soon they would ascend, both clock-in points were uphill.

They needed speed, otherwise, they wouldn’t get first place.

Luo Youyou sat in the passenger seat next to Third Brother.

The livestream audience kept spamming the screen.

"Ahhh, such a doting brother, our camp is too tender, so good to his sister, if only I had such a great brother — so envious."

"Little Fairy, so blessed, having such a young and handsome Movie Emperor for a brother is too lucky, really want to switch places."

"Ahhh, our little fairy and Movie Emperor, their skills are so good, watching their show, I don’t even want to eat or sleep."

"Above—watching shows without eating or sleeping, quite capable you are!"

Because there were too many fans, the screen scrolled too fast, many who watched the livestream couldn’t even read their own messages before they disappeared.

Up to now, their livestream still attracted the most viewers.

The director strolled leisurely downhill, his face beaming like a chrysanthemum.

Seeing the first group of guests already driving off, the second group had also reached the bottom.

Lai Chuanyu and Liang Sisi were quite quick, though they had the key, they needed a driver, so they waited for the cameraman.

They were already fast, but didn’t lose the cameraman, since they only went to one clock-in spot.

Though somewhat distant, going to just one spot still had a chance at ranking.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, there was a black car, the cameraman set up equipment, the two guests boarded, he drove them to the destination, using a phone to navigate to the clock-in spot.

Once they drove off, the third group of guests descended the mountain; a father and son in a tractor.

They rode the tractor to the monk temple nearby; not close to the evening gathering spot.

Benefit was they only needed to clock-in at one site.

The father-son duo didn’t say much, never having ridden a tractor before, though it wasn’t new, it lacked any strange smells, and no roof to block the sun; they wore sun hats.

Yet once on the tractor, their sun hats were useless; though the midday sun was strong, it wasn’t hot, with a cool breeze, actually a bit chilly.

It was autumn now, the southern autumns were cool; they didn’t resent each other, aware many were watching them.

Because of their personalities, and being amateurs, their earnings weren’t high compared to the other four guest groups.

Still, so what?

Participating in this show might let many know about their small company, attracting collaborators and investors.

Their aim was to grow and enhance their company.

Finishing this show, they’d still return if given a chance.

Last were Fan Lingling and her daughter; they reached the base, finding only a tricycle, the unroofed type, exposed to the elements.

But a tricycle driver was arranged; they were going to a Buddhist clock-in place where flowers had bloomed — they could drive up.

The mother and daughter disliked the tricycle, looking for the director to change rides.

The director naturally refused; their rules couldn’t be broken due to dislike.

If they opposed before, what’d be the point of rules?

They could have swapped rides with other guests earlier.

Since the rules allowed swapping with other consenting guests.

Yet other guests had left, swapping wasn’t possible now.

Although they felt going one place, others might go two or further, and if the car wasn’t nice, the slight advantage was achieving the task could ensure dinner and lodging completion.

After refusing, Fan Lingling and her daughter reluctantly sat on the tricycle.

Actually, in the livestream, many fans offered support and comments.

Yet some passers-by, mom fans, or rural viewers watched.

This mother-daughter duo considered sitting on the tricycle a rustic act; they found it harsh.

Where they were was rural, with tricycles, tractors, e-bikes, bicycles traversing their path.

A stark contrast to metropolises.

Many viewers were rural; they perceived the mother-daughter duo as pretentious and switched streams.

While more turned to other livestreams.

Luo Youyou and Third Brother’s stream only had them, driving fast.

Even so, nearing a bend, a head-on large truck seemingly intended to crash; moving erratically, directly across lanes.

Town roads were merely two-way lanes.

Mr. Luo’s ramped up, catching the other vehicle off guard.

He couldn’t react; the car surprisingly elevated, soared over the truck head, landing lightly ahead.

Many in the stream didn’t want to watch, afraid to witness a bloodbath.

Not just spectators, but directors, staff too — that selected moment left them shocked.

Luo Youyou was grateful he’d stuck a talisman upon boarding.

At their current skill level, raising a car effortlessly wasn’t feasible.

Beside Luo Youyou was a Green Ox, summoned when money changed hands.

The Green Ox reappeared within the Primordial Treasure Spirit Field Space, yet Luo Youyou hadn’t escaped danger.

Unknown if intentional, the truck’s malevolence unclear?

The truck carried on without collision, seemingly operating normally; viewers guessed at loss of control.

The driver was captured, through livestream footage, a man with sunglasses and a large mask.