The newly made Compressed Biscuits were still 200 grams per bag. At Yang Genshuo's request, nothing but the name had been printed on them.
After adding other ingredients to 50 jin of spirit wheat, they made a total of 150 bags of the new Compressed Biscuits.
Yang Genshuo opened a bag. From the outside, it looked no different from the old Compressed Biscuits.
But its wheat fragrance was noticeably stronger.
"Let's have a taste."
After chewing a few bites, a rich wheat aroma exploded in his mouth. He gulped down several mouthfuls of water, and then his highly efficient stomach began to work!
There was a sensation of qi!
"What a clear feeling... Is this spiritual energy?"
Yang Genshuo had never felt any "qi" when eating spirit rice, but after biting off less than half a Compressed Biscuit, he did!
After waiting a moment, Yang Genshuo summed it up.
"This has an extremely high energy density. I was seventy percent full after eating spicy hot pot just now, but now I feel stuffed."
Over the next two hours, Yang Genshuo took a dose of Blood-Replenishing Qi-Boosting Powder and awkwardly practiced the Trace-Free Sword Technique once with a tree branch.
His stomach still felt tightly packed.
"It worked!"
This new Compressed Biscuit made from spirit wheat not only increased spiritual power after being eaten, but also greatly improved satiety.
"If one Compressed Biscuit used to keep you from getting hungry for a day without doing work, then one of these can last at least two days."
"Even a First-Grade Grain-Repelling Pill only lasts three days."
At that moment, time in the game had sped onward to the ancestral worship ceremony.
Your descendant Yang Shi has successfully completed this year's ancestral worship ritual.
Incense Value +10
You have received an offering from a member of the Yang Family Lineage: 50 jin of spirit rice.
Would you like to bestow a reward upon the descendants of the Yang Family?
Yang Genshuo bestowed the remaining 149 bags of Fasting Cakes upon them.
Once Yang Shi learned their use, he was overjoyed!
"Thank you, Ancestor! I'll definitely sell this batch of Fasting Cakes at a good price!"
"Do your best."
Yang Genshuo had just done the math. Fifty jin of spirit wheat could make 150 bags of Fasting Cakes.
That meant one jin of spirit wheat could make three bags of Fasting Cakes.
Twenty jin of spirit wheat sold for only one Low-Grade Spirit Stone, yet it was enough to make sixty bags of Fasting Cakes.
Even if they sold for one Low-Grade Spirit Stone per two bags, or even three bags, the profit margin would still be dozens of times over.
As long as this thing could sell, they would make a killing.
The Yang Family would never lack Spirit Stones again!
"This time, we're really about to take off."
With Spirit Stones, Yang Shi could buy plenty of good things at the Rogue Cultivator Market—things Bai Heyu might look down on, but which the current Yang Family desperately needed.
"Daddy~ Daddy~"
Watching the muddleheaded little one call for Yang Shi in the courtyard, Yang Genshuo's heart softened as well.
"Yang Fu really is a clever child."
Speaking at one hundred days old—what a prodigy.
A prodigy who had fallen short, unfortunately.
"That damned broken talent, who the hell did he inherit it from?" After thinking for a moment, Yang Genshuo cursed, "Fuck, I'm Neither Laughing Nor Crying!"
It was probably Yang Shi's diode-like talent affecting the child.
Look at Jiang Xiaobai's talent. By the time it reached her child, it had evolved into a Heaven Grade Innate Wisdom Root.
In the game, apart from managing four mu of Spirit Fields and one spirit tree, the Yang Family had nothing major to do.
Yang Shi and Huzi practiced martial arts, while Jiang Xiaobai diligently cast spells, alternating between the Spirit Rain Art and Growth of All Things, occasionally using the Soil Enrichment Art as well.
Little Yang Fu was looked after by a wet nurse during the day. At night, he slept with Yang Shi and Jiang Xiaobai, though for some reason, there was always the sound of wind puffing beneath the covers.
Little Flame spent every day playing at Jiang Xiaobai's side. Eating Magma Fruits, its cultivation steadily improved as well.
Unfortunately, the Iron-Spined Gray Wolf's cultivation had never advanced again, and its strength had stalled. Usually lazy, it ate some meat every day before lying at the entrance of the teahouse to bask in the sun.
Yang Shi did not know the reason and planned to ask some seniors experienced in raising Spirit Beasts when the market opened this year.
With nothing happening nearby, Yang Shi had blocked many adventure-related decisions because he had to raise little Yang Fu. Even the Xiang Family was temporarily no longer worth much attention.
The entire Lineage entered a peaceful state of development, quietly awaiting the opening of the market.
Yang Genshuo watched for a month and was bored out of his mind.
In all of Bluestone County, there was not even a single character card he had not seen!
He also saved up the occasional Incense Value he obtained, planning to accumulate two hundred before granting it to Jiang Xiaobai's second child.
"Perfect. Tomorrow, I'll send the remaining 1,000 jin of spirit wheat to the Red Maple Food Factory for processing."
But Yang Genshuo frowned.
"I need to get some cash. The money for starting up the machines last time was borrowed from Daoist Master, and Xu Mengqi treated me to the spicy hot pot."
"Fuck, Daoist Master hasn't contacted me these past few days. He's like he died."
Yang Genshuo called him. Daoist Master merely said that the experiment was at a critical stage, then hung up.
Daoist Master was not at the dojo, nor was he begging him to go to the club anymore. He had clearly become immersed in his research.
It had always been like this over the years.
"Right now, the output from four mu of Spirit Fields is too low. Even with Jiang Xiaobai working so hard, average yield is only around five hundred jin of Spirit Food per mu. We still need to improve the rice seeds."
He believed in Daoist Master's ability. Daoist Master would definitely not disappoint him.
"I need to make money. Sell some kidney medicine?"
It was not as though buyers would come running just because he wanted to sell it. How hard it was to build trust between people—every handsome guy working in northern Myanmar knew that.
"I'll still need Young Master Zhao's help."
It was not that he wanted Young Master Zhao to give him more money. After all, the Bentley in the courtyard had already covered the cost of his medicine. Yang Genshuo's business principles were built on honesty.
"But there must be people in Young Master Zhao's circle who need it too!"
Yang Genshuo called and said that he intended to sell several ancestral Essence-Sealing Rejuvenation Pills for cash. Without another word, Young Master Zhao directly sent him his father's phone number.
"He needs them more than I do. Godfather, you should've told me earlier that you had extras! I was so scared he'd get jealous of my virility that I didn't dare tell him."
"Good grief, the Zhao family's traditions really ran in the same vein!"
"Eh! It's mainly because we have too much money. But I just got a few new girlfriends, and I've overspent the limit on my card. I'll get the old man to spit out some gold coins for you right away."
"Awesome!"
Yang Genshuo found it rather interesting that he had gotten to know such a peculiar rich second-generation heir as Zhao Tianci.
Yang Genshuo had barely called Zhao Dalong when a trembling voice came through from the other end.
"Divine doctor! Is what my son said true?"
"Uh, if he told you about the Essence-Sealing Rejuvenation Pill for kidney deficiency, then probably."
"I knew some things in novels were real! This world really has divine doctors like you, great hermits hidden in the city! You have no idea—I've been looking for you for years!"
"I sell this medicine for five hundred thousand per pill. Four pills make one course of treatment, and it can basically cure kidney deficiency. But it's only a supplement, and it can only be taken here with me. Let me make that clear first."
"I understand! How could the formula of a divine physician's family be allowed to fall into someone else's hands? I'm already on the plane."
"You're pretty efficient."
Zhao Dalong did not say it, but Yang Genshuo knew it was a private jet!
"Fuck, these filthy rich bastards. There wouldn't be movie-style flight attendants providing personal service on that private jet, would there?"
"They really deserve to die!"
"I'll get one myself someday."
He briefly looked up the Zhao Group online. It was a Fortune Global 500 company spanning multiple industries, and Zhao Dalong was someone who ranked among China's richest people.
Yet when Yang Genshuo met him, this fifty-year-old man at the peak of his career—a man even Shimen City's leaders had to properly entertain—ran into the courtyard in a hurry. With a square face that naturally inspired awe, he tightly clasped Yang Genshuo's hand and showed him boundless respect!
"I didn't know what young people like these days, so I had my assistant buy some digital tech products. Divine doctor, keep whatever you like and use it. Throw away anything you don't like."
Behind him, several bodyguards in suits and sunglasses carried large and small bags into the courtyard, piling them across nearly half of it.
Yang Genshuo swept his eyes over them.
A DJI Drone, an RTX 4090 Desktop, an LG Monitor, a Sony Camera, a PS5, VR equipment, and flagship phones from different brands—gifts so impeccable that even the guys on the hardware forums could not find fault with them.
With a rough estimate, it had to be worth several hundred thousand.
"President Zhao, you're too generous."
"They're all useless little things. It's enough as long as the divine doctor likes them."
Yang Genshuo did not refuse too much. He only felt that the Zhao father and son were not simple people.
He did not think he had exposed any major flaws, yet they seemed to have already realized that he was no ordinary person. And they were utterly certain of it, investing with astonishing decisiveness.
He took out an Essence-Sealing Rejuvenation Pill for Zhao Dalong. After swallowing it and feeling like an old man suddenly reliving the reckless passion of youth, Zhao Dalong repeatedly exclaimed at its miraculous effects.
"Brother Yang, you truly are an extraordinary man! If you ever have need of the Zhao Family in the future, just say the word. I still carry a little weight in this country."
"Alright. Come back next week for another pill."
Yang Genshuo received five hundred thousand and immediately called Xu Mengqi in the middle of the night to place an order, telling her to arrange for the 1,000 jin of spirit wheat to be transported to the Red Maple Food Factory and processed into Fasting Cakes.
This time, the quantity was larger, and more ingredients had to be purchased, so the price rose slightly. The machine startup fee was forty thousand.
If Yang Genshuo could keep the production line running continuously, the machine cost would drop drastically. But there was no helping it; for now, he could only do it batch by batch.
When Xu Mengqi received Yang Genshuo's call late at night, she had initially been quite happy, thinking there might be some nighttime activity. Instead, it was business, and she angrily kicked her delicate little feet wildly beneath the covers.
Looking at the electronic products filling the courtyard, Yang Genshuo became somewhat interested. He replaced his monitor with a large-screen one and set up a PS5. Since graduating, he had been busy working and had never properly enjoyed this dream of his youth.
Now, he had free time instead. He played a few rounds of Horizon and felt so good he could fly.
The next day, Lin Yue came carrying a small bag to cook. When she saw the gifts filling the courtyard, her little mouth fell open in surprise.
"Take whatever you like. Employee benefits from your boss."
"Okay!"
Lin Yue did not understand why her boss had bought so many things, but seeing them made her happy, because it meant her boss had made money again. That way, she could keep working for him forever.
It would be best if she could work for him for the rest of her life!
With her eyes curved into smiling crescents, Lin Yue fished out a blender from among the electronic products and skipped into the kitchen to make soybean milk and rice paste for Yang Genshuo.
Yang Genshuo's heart warmed slightly.
Time passed amid a relaxed atmosphere.
Three days later.
Daoist Master called.
"Brother Shuo! The first-generation hybrid rice seeds have been cultivated!"
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