"Blame this on me!"
After listening to Wang Chen's story, Zhang Mushan slammed his head and said with great annoyance, "I should have told you a long time ago."
Rice Wine Merchant's forced purchase of Spirit Rice is a clear rule both inside and outside Feixu Valley.
As a monk with the highest level of Feixu Valley, True Person Mu controls the fate of Feixu Camp thousands of Rogue Cultivator.
And the will of Golden Core True Person is realized through the following leaders.
Such forced buying and selling is actually a disguised form of taxation.
It's not just for Wang Chen.
All monks who open up wasteland and farm fields inside and outside Feixu Valley are inevitably destined to be exploited!
Wang Chen is speechless about this.
Unexpectedly, I went around and around and ran from the lower world to the upper world after all the hard work, and ended up becoming a leek harvested by the superiors - Feixu Camp is essentially not much different from the Yunyang Sect back then.
"But Qian Wancheng went too far!"
Zhang Mushan said bitterly, "In a situation like yours, it's okay to keep one-third of the harvest for yourself."
However, Qian Wancheng only left one thousand catties of Spirit Rice for Wang Chen.
This is really rice. After shelling, it only weighs seven to eight hundred kilograms, which is not enough for Wang Chen to eat himself.
Wang Chen cultivated about 30 acres of Spirit Field outside Feixu Valley. Bijing Rice has a high yield, and he has enough meat and fertilizer. It is predicted that the yield per mu should be four to five hundred kilograms.
The total output is at least 12,000 kilograms.
Not even a tenth of a thousand pounds!
"Li Chengdong and Qian Wancheng have a good relationship. They are still brothers-in-law."
Zhang Mushan said with a sullen face, "Li Chengdong made a big mistake last time. Qian Wancheng most likely used you to beat me and line his own pockets along the way!"
"He will not pay the other more than 10,000 kilograms of Spirit Grain to the Lingshi."
Wang Chen couldn't help but open his eyes. "You can get it for free?"
"Give me a piece of paper."
Zhang Mushan sneered and said, "Then you can use Bai Tiao to go to his store to purchase, but the discount on Bai Tiao is very severe. If you can buy back something worth a thousand souls, it is considered good."
Grass!
If Qian Wancheng were still standing in front of him now, Wang Chen would definitely punch the opponent in the head!
The market price of Bijing Rice is about one catty per spirit, and more than ten thousand pounds means more than ten thousand spirits.
After being given a 20% discount by Qian Wancheng, you can only get back one thousand souls?
Wang Chen Suddenly, anger arose in his heart, and he grew evil in his heart!
"This is your fault."
Zhang Mushan emphasized again and said guiltily, "Brother Wang, I will find a way to make it up to you."
He solemnly reminded, "Please bear with me for now, Qian Wancheng is a very insidious person and very difficult to deal with."
The most important thing is that this guy is backed by Golden Core True Person. Wang Chen has just obtained his official status. It would be unworthy of him to conflict with Qian Wancheng and provoke True Person Mu.
When one day Wang Chen condenses the golden elixir, or becomes an immortal, it will not be too late to take revenge!
Regarding Zhang Mushan's kind persuasion, Wang Chen accepted it seriously on the surface, but the fire in his heart was not extinguished at all.
He can survive.
But never a dog!
Zhang Mushan didn't know what Wang Chen was thinking, and thought the latter had heard it.
After a few more words of relief, he left with peace of mind.
The next day, Qian Wancheng arrived as scheduled.
In fact, Bijing Rice at this time is not fully mature yet. Although it can be eaten normally, the taste will be a little worse.
But the shopkeeper of the wine and rice store didn't care at all and directed a group of people to harvest more than 20 acres of land like locusts.
In the end, only two acres of unharvested rice were left for Wang Chen.
"This is the grain receipt receipt."
Qian Wancheng took out a large stack of notes and gave them to Wang Chen, and said arrogantly, "In the future, you can redeem Spirit Rice spiritual wine when you bring it to my store, but you need to purchase one hundred spiritual stones of wine and rice before you can use one piece."
The pile of white slips in his hand has at least hundreds of them!
Wang Chen took it expressionlessly.
"You know what's going on!"
Qian Wancheng sneered, "Be smarter from now on and don't do the wrong things with the wrong people, and life will naturally get better."
After saying that, he walked away.
Before leaving, the shopkeeper of the wine and rice store took a look at the two acres of Spirit Field that had not been harvested.
He showed a look of regret.
Wang Chen watched as a group of jackals walked away.
He clasped his palms together, and the white bars in his hands instantly disappeared into ashes!
In the days that followed, Wang Chen first harvested two acres of Spirit Field that were fully mature.
More than 900 kilograms of rice were harvested.
He burned all the rice stalks cleanly and then sprinkled them with amaranth seeds.
Winter amaranth is a kind of grass suitable for growing in autumn and winter. It is very tenacious and can grow well without care. It has the effect of increasing the fertility of the land.
Spirit Rice Spirit Grain In addition to absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, it is also inseparable from the nourishment of the land, so fattening and fattening are very important. Otherwise, too much soil power will be consumed, which will inevitably affect the yield.
After completing these tasks, the weather turned cold and it was winter.
In winter, Demon Beast in the mountains either hide in secret caves and start hibernating, or reduce the scope of their activities.
Hunting becomes difficult and dangerous.
In addition, there is no need to prepare meat fertilizer in winter, so Wang Chen no longer goes to Dongli Mountain for hunting.
With more time, he ran Feixu Valley more often.
Wang Chen sometimes went to Zhang Mushan to chat, and he would also go to the only restaurant in the valley to sit there, warm up a pot of spiritual wine, and stay for half a day with just a plate of dried meat.
He didn't interact with others. He basically sat in the corner and listened to other monks chatting.
Time flies and another month passes.
Feixu Valley is located in the northwest of Yongzhou, one of the nine states. It has four distinct seasons throughout the year, with hot summers and freezing cold winters. As the New Year approaches, the cold current from the north arrives as expected.
A lot of Heavy Snow kicked off the harsh winter!
Feixu Valley, Zhang Mushan At home, in the living room, a copper hotpot was steaming.
Zhang Mushan took the slices of meat that his wife had just cut and served, and poured them all into the bottom of the boiling pot. Soon, a strong aroma of meat filled the air.
"Eat quickly!"
He urged Wang Chen who was sitting opposite, "What are you doing standing there in a daze?"
Wang Chen smiled, picked up a spoon, scooped out some cooked meat slices, put them into a bowl, and then mixed them with the Zhang Family's homemade sauce.
The taste is really good.
Wang Chen ate half a catty in one breath.
Zhang Mushan said thoughtfully, "Brother Wang, I feel like something is wrong with you recently?"
He couldn't tell what was wrong with Wang Chen, he just felt something strange.
Wang Chen laughed dumbly, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Mushan hesitated for a moment, shook his head and did not ask any more questions. While serving the dishes, he asked Wang Chen to eat more.
After eating this sumptuous hot pot meal, Wang Chen declined Zhang Mushan's offer to stay and returned home alone in the wind and snow.
Zhang Mushan Watching his figure disappear into the vast wind and snow, he suddenly saw a dragon rising into the sky.
The Purple Mansion monk was stunned.
He looked carefully, but found nothing.
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