Planting Trees in the Bustling Market of the Red Dust

The moment Qin Ming stepped outside, someone greeted him warmly.

"Manager Li, heading out?"

A square-faced young man about Qin Ming's age approached him with a smiling face.

"Good morning, Fellow Daoist Liu. Indeed I am."

This man was his next-door neighbor, Liu Guangyuan. He was also a relative of Steward Liu from Cold Mountain Monastery, the man who had handled Qin Ming's rental of the courtyard back then.

Liu Guangyuan possessed only Qi Refining Mid Stage cultivation and was not particularly well-off, yet through Steward Liu's connections, he had secured a decent shop here and made a small business selling spirit materials.

He was not rich and noble, but he was better off than most and worse off than few.

Since Qin Ming had moved in, the low-grade spirit rice he sold had become quite popular among the cultivators of Crossing Dust Dock.

Even dignitaries from mortal dynasties had sought to acquire some spirit rice through special channels.

The medicinal power of spirit rice was gentler than that of pills. After all, the human body absorbed the essence of the five grains more easily, making it easier to digest and milder in effect.

Though it would not bring about a qualitative transformation, it could still prolong one's life.

To mortals, it was a rare immortal grain.

Incense Pills and Incense Copper Coins, meanwhile, were tightly controlled by the Buddhist and Daoist factions and rarely circulated outside.

Ordinary people found it nearly impossible even to come into contact with them, much less obtain a single pill.

The two items Qin Ming had acquired earlier had both been secretly procured through Steward Liu, with the promise of substantial profit.

He wound his way through the streets and left Crossing Dust Dock. Then his figure blurred, vanishing into the horizon.

Not long