"High-Grade Spirit Rice, a hundred thousand Spirit Stones per jin?"
No one could describe the shock Zhang Lingshan felt when he saw that price.
He knew the Anning Army had always squeezed him, but he had never imagined they could squeeze him to such an extent.
Back when he, Huoran, and Wei Zhongqian planted Spirit Rice, when they were lucky, one mu of land yielded a hundred jin of High-Grade Spirit Rice, and they could take a ten-percent cut, which was ten jin of High-Grade Spirit Rice.
If that High-Grade Spirit Rice were brought here and sold, that would be one million Spirit Stones.
But exchanged in the Water Field Domain, it could only be exchanged for one thousand pieces.
A thousandfold difference!
What a scam.
Fortunately, back then, in order to let Zhang Lingshan recover his Water Element Spiritual Root as soon as possible, Huoran and Wei Zhongqian had not taken that hard-grown High-Grade Spirit Rice to exchange for Spirit Stones. Instead, they had let Zhang Lingshan eat all of it, so in the end, it had not been too much of a loss.
It was clear that when working for the Anning Army, if one did not want to be squeezed dry, eating all the produce was far better than exchanging it for the overpriced trash they had there.
Thankfully, the Anning Army was already a thing of the past. Since Zhang Lingshan had escaped that cage, he no longer thought about that rotten mess.
"Cooking Spirit Rice on request, one Spirit Stone per grain?"
Zhang Lingshan saw another line of words beside the Spirit Rice in the display case, and he could not help feeling speechless.
It seemed that apart from himself, most ordinary people could not eat Spirit Rice even if they obtained it. They still