Do it himself?
Chen Anhe suspected there was something wrong with his ears.
Purple Mansion cultivators might not be especially rare in the West Sea Spirit Domain—Wancheng City had them everywhere—but they were still venerable masters. Who would be willing to tend crops?
Even Spirit Plant Masters at the Purple Mansion tier would never personally plow fields and pull weeds!
In fact, Chen Anhe had already arranged for a tenant farmer to handle the planting of the hundred mu of Chief's Fields.
That way, Wang Chen could comfortably reap the rewards while cultivating peacefully in the Village Chief's residence, without needing to bother with any trivial matters.
Chen Anhe had even decided that he would cover all the costs of hiring the tenant farmer!
Yet Wang Chen completely refused to play by the usual rules, leaving him at a loss. Still, he had no reason to object.
After giving it some thought, Chen Anhe summoned an old man.
He introduced him, saying, "This is Old Yuan Tou. He used to be responsible for watching over the Chief's Fields."
Chen Anhe had already made up his mind. Since Wang Chen was willing to fuss about with it, then he could fuss about as he pleased.
As long as he did not ruin their great undertaking!
Old Yuan Tou looked sixty or seventy years old. He was at the third layer of Qi Condensation, with dark skin and a face weathered by the elements.
He respectfully bowed to Wang Chen. "This humble cultivator is Yuan Fang. Greetings, sir."
"Mm."
Wang Chen nodded and said to Chen Anhe, "Go attend to your business."
"Yes."
Chen Anhe replied respectfully, "Then this humble cultivator shall take his leave."
Only after he had left did Wang Chen leisurely begin to "inspect" the Chief's Fields that now