"This is my fault!"
After listening to Wang Chen's account, Zhang Mushan slapped his forehead and said in extreme frustration, "I should have told you earlier."
The Rice Wine Merchant's forced purchase of Spirit Rice was an open secret both inside and outside Feixu Valley.
As the highest-ranked cultivator in Feixu Valley, True Person Mu held the fate of several thousand Rogue Cultivators in Feixu Camp in his hands.
And the will of this Golden Core True Person was carried out through the underlings below him.
This sort of forced buying and selling was, in truth, taxation in another guise.
It was not aimed at Wang Chen alone.
Any cultivator who reclaimed land and farmed inside or outside Feixu Valley could not escape the fate of being squeezed dry!
Wang Chen found himself rather speechless.
Who would have thought that after all his twists and turns, after struggling so hard to flee from the lower realm to the upper realm, he would once again become a stalk of chives harvested by those above him—at its core, Feixu Camp was not all that different from the Yunyang Sect of old.
"But Qian Wancheng went too far!"
Zhang Mushan said bitterly, "In a situation like yours, it would have been no problem to leave you one-third of the harvest."
Yet Qian Wancheng had left Wang Chen only a thousand jin of Spirit Rice.
And that was still unhusked grain. Once milled, it would amount to only seven or eight hundred jin, not even enough for Wang Chen himself to eat.
Wang Chen had reclaimed around thirty mu of Spirit Fields outside Feixu Valley. Bijing Rice had a high yield, and since he had applied plenty of meat fertilizer, the estimated yield per mu should have been four to five hundred jin.
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