"Wan Ting, you're dressed so prettily. Going out tonight? Take me with you?"
In the girls' dormitory at the agricultural university, Xiaoxiao poked her big head out from the top bunk. With her chubby little hand covered in chip crumbs, she raked at her bangs a few times, covering two large, greasy cheeks and revealing a pared-down version of her face.
Chen Wanting applied lipstick to her soft, glossy red lips.
Bo~
Her lips met, and they turned a vivid, alluring crimson, moist enough to seem ready to drip.
Her whole person brightened up.
"Not taking you today~ I've got important business."
"Are you going shopping? Bring me back a few bags of chips."
"Shopping? I suppose so. I'm planning to clear out my cart."
"Then can you add a Lay's gift pack to your cart for me?"
"Depends on my mood~"
Chen Wanting carried her little handbag and swayed gracefully out of the dorm. Her curvaceous figure and lovely clothes made countless girls from ordinary families along the way green with envy.
Some girls without makeup might not have looked worse than Chen Wanting, but once they dressed up, the difference was like clouds and mud.
With only light makeup, she was already a stunning beauty on campus. No wonder Yang Genshuo had barely held out a few rounds before surrendering with weapons cast aside back then.
It was just like that popular question online.
Girl: "I heard that as long as a somewhat pretty girl takes the initiative to pursue you boys, you boys can't help yourselves?"
Boy: "I'm not like them. I can't help myself even with ugly ones."
It sounded like a joke, but there was some truth to it.
Several girls from the neighboring dormitory said sourly, "Dressing so slutty, not like a student at all. Who knows what she's off doing, hmph~"
"Look at that coat of hers. I'm dying of envy. I tried it on when I went to the mall last time, but couldn't bear to buy it. It's a designer piece, over two thousand per coat!"
"Huh? Didn't she apply for financial aid as a freshman? Spending like this? Shouldn't we report her?"
"She stopped applying for financial aid ages ago. What are you reporting her for? Ever since she found herself an older man, Cinderella dressed herself up like a little princess and got those stinky boys to hold her up as the department flower."
"Tch~ No matter how she dresses, she can't compare to Liu Anhe in their dorm. That girl is a lotus rising pure from clear water~"
"As long as you can compare to her. You're so sour you could die."
"Ahhh~ I'm going to beat you to death!"
"Mmm~ Don't grab there! Pervert!"
Girls as pretty and daring as Chen Wanting were never short of gossip, no matter the time.
"Nutcase."
Yang Genshuo rolled his eyes, directly ignored Chen Wanting's messages, and turned off the notifications for WeChat being linked to his bank card.
Then he went to the bank to repay his loan, quickly finishing the procedure.
"Forty thousand yuan left. Should I buy Yang Shi some things?"
Now, Yang Shi was his money tree. As long as Yang Shi led the Yang Family onward and upward, he would have plenty of ways to cash out in the future.
"Last time, I was in a hurry to send supplies and swept through the supermarket, wasting quite a bit of money. This time, I'll just order directly from JD.com."
Next-day delivery was still very reliable.
On the taxi ride home, Yang Genshuo browsed the marketplace and saw a recommended Compressed Biscuit.
His heart stirred slightly as he recalled the Ge Family sending people to seek its recipe in the cultivation world.
"Why would cultivators want this thing? What's special about it?"
Most of Yang Genshuo's understanding of the cultivation world's rules and customs now came from Liao Cao. Liu Wuhen had also mentioned a thing or two while teaching Yang Shi.
"I know that cultivators need to eat just like mortals. But whether they're at the lowest Embryonic Breath Stage, Qi Refining Stage immortals, or even great Foundation Establishment experts, they all eat Spirit Food. Absorbing spiritual energy from food is also part of cultivation."
The rate of progress between cultivators who ate Spirit Food and those who did not was vastly different.
That was why he understood even less why the Ge Family of the cultivation world had taken an interest in this thing.
"Could it be that they want to make it themselves and sell it for money? That makes no sense either. Twenty jin of Spirit Rice Paddy or Spirit Wheat can sell for twenty thousand taels of silver, while Yang Shi would have to sell two thousand packs of Compressed Biscuits to earn that much."
"Can't figure it out."
Yang Genshuo vaguely felt that something was wrong with his understanding of cultivators.
"I won't sell the Fasting Cakes for now. I'll get some milk tea, coffee, candy, and things like that instead. Cheap, plentiful, and tasty."
After placing the order, the driver had already brought him to his doorstep.
Ding ding ding~
Cheng Bo was calling.
"Driver, don't leave yet."
The DiDi driver's eyes lit up. The fare from the city to the suburbs was a full forty yuan. If he could get a ride back into the city, that would be perfect.
"Godfather, take me to get a foot massage again, please! I'll pay!"
"The medicine's kicking in again?"
"Yeah."
"A few punches and it'll go down. I'm busy."
"Damn! I'm afraid I'll hurt my hand. What kind of medicine is this? How come I've never heard of Chinese medicine being this fierce? One pill lasts two days? If this stuff went global, it could build a Fortune Global 500 pharmaceutical group in no time."
"Stop talking nonsense. Just take it yourself. Exercise more, work up a sweat, and you'll be fine. Nothing else, I'm hanging up."
"Don't, don't, don't! I've got another serious matter."
"Talk."
"For those rice plants you gave me, I need the original soil they grew in. I have to test its contents before I can formulate a culture medium."
"Oh, then come get it from me tomorrow. By the way, this rice's yield is very low. One mu only produces four hundred and thirty jin. Is there any way to increase the yield?"
Yang Shi had harvested the first batch of Spirit Rice Paddy last year.
As for this Spirit Rice, if they sold it, it could fetch twenty-one Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Converted into silver, that was four hundred and twenty thousand taels.
One had to know that Zhao Kuangfeng, a Half-Step Innate Grandmaster Realm expert, only had five Low-Grade Spirit Stones in savings. This seemed like an enormous amount.
But these four hundred and thirty jin of Spirit Rice were not even enough for Yang Shi and Jiang Xiaobai to eat.
Both of them had enormous appetites, consuming a total of two jin of Spirit Rice every day.
After offering ten jin of Spirit Rice to Yang Genshuo, what remained was only enough to last them two hundred and ten days.
It would not even last a year, much less leave anything over to exchange for Spirit Stones or money.
One had to know, this was one mu of Spirit Rice Paddy that had been watered with Spirit Rain for an entire year and meticulously tended!
It could not even feed two people. That was a little hard to justify.
Cheng Bo said over the phone, "Mm, I noticed it too. This rice has few panicles, and the grains aren't full enough either. It's a standard low-yield wild rice variety. But it's no big problem. Our hybrid rice technology is very mature now. Once I get the soil from where it grew, I can carry out new hybrid breeding for it. Doubling the yield won't be a problem."
"How much?"
Yang Genshuo nearly thought his phone's speaker had broken.
"Double it. Doubling four hundred and thirty jin only brings it to one thousand two hundred and ninety jin, which is merely average. Do you know how much the per-mu yield of our country's most advanced hybrid rice can reach now?"
"Hm?"
"Two thousand five hundred jin!"
"Fuck! No wonder the internet's atmosphere has been so awful lately!"
"Huh?"
"They're all too damn full! All right, all right, go exercise first. I need to get busy."
"Godfather... are you really not going for a foot massage?"
"Get lost!"
After hanging up, Yang Genshuo saw the DiDi driver rolling down the window and looking at him expectantly.
"What? Not taking rides anymore? Earned enough money?"
Then, with a bang, he shut the front gate.
DiDi driver: "?"
Cursing under his breath, he drove away.
Yang Genshuo truly had no time to take Cheng Bo for a foot massage right now. There were still so many offerings sitting in his house that he had not eaten!
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