Back when he had just traveled through time, Wang Chen, who was chewing rice and pickles, was definitely not so generous.
Now that he has plenty of money, he is willing to pay a small price to be kind to others.
Although doing good deeds and accumulating virtue cannot gain any moral character.
But Wang Chen had a vague feeling that in a world where evil spirits were rampant and the world was chaotic, there was still a little bit of kindness.
It can add some luck to yourself.
For example, the experience value he earned from the Mud and Stone Technique today directly reached the master level.
It went more smoothly than expected. Can you say there was no luck?
Keep your heart towards the light and don’t fall into the darkness!
The next morning, Wang Chen rushed to Yunshan City with a storage bag filled with spiritual grains.
The ten days after the summer harvest are the days when farmers and tenants who rent spiritual fields pay grain to the sect.
Wang Chen contracted ten acres of spiritual land in the outer gate.
According to the regulations of the outer sect, he needs to turn in a total of 4,500 kilograms of rice every year.
Because the harvest of summer grain is greater than that of winter grain.
Therefore, his food quota for the first half of this year is 2,500 catties.
Wang Chen weighed it at home last night and found that he had about 800 kilograms of rations left this time.
Of course, if all spiritual rice is ground into white corn.
Then there won't be so much.
However, compared with the same period in previous years, it is still slightly higher.
It’s already very good!
The Chidao leading to Yunshan City was very busy with people and cars, and the carriage Wang Chen rode was packed to the brim.
Many people like him went to the city to deliver food.
It's just that most of these spiritual husbands have gloomy brows and appear to be worried.
Neighbors I knew were talking quietly.
Long sighs.
There was an insect infestation some time ago.
Although Jindan Zhenren took action to solve the disaster.
However, many farmers' spiritual rice production has been greatly reduced this year, and many farmers have harvested less than three to five acres.
The sect’s land rent was originally very high.
Now everyone has some problems if they want to pay the full amount of food.
Not to mention keeping rations for yourself!
Moreover, the main hall took advantage of the master and the real person's excuse to take away another amount of spiritual stones.
These are all the savings they dug out from their teeth in the past.
Now that the rice production is not enough, I have to dig out spiritual stones to make up for it. How will I live in the future?
As for the arrears of land rent, that is something no one would dare to think about!
The carriages and horses were moving all the way, and everyone in the house was lamenting and sighing.
Arrive at Yunshan City.
When Wang Chen arrived at Lingzhi Hall, there were already many people queuing up to pay for food.
The Lingzhi Hall under the Outer Gate Main Hall is responsible for all Lingzhifu, as well as the reclamation affairs of fields and forests.
The land where the land rent is paid is called Sajinchang, and its area is as large as a small square.
The flat ground has been cleaned cleanly.
The large Xingjin rock slabs on the ground flashed with a little glow under the sunlight.
In the center of the gold-sprinkling field, a ten-foot-high grain platform was built.
In the middle of the grain platform, a nine-foot-square infinite gold bucket was embedded.
Any Lingzhi husband is familiar with the word Wuliang Jindou.
This kind of spiritual weapon can accurately weigh less than 100,000 kilograms of spiritual grain at a time. The Yunyang Sect built four of them in total and placed them in the three cities of Inner Gate and Outer Gate.
At the bottom of the infinite gold bucket, there is also a large grain storage bag connected.
This grain storage bag also has a history.
It is said that when the leader of the Yunyang Sect passed by Nanhong Daze a hundred years ago, he killed a giant sky-swallowing toad and took its stomach pouch to refine four storage bags that could hold a million kilograms of grain.
Allocate four immeasurable gold buckets to collect grain and store grain.
"Liang Dacheng of Yisi Guards Station, 20 acres of farmland, and 5,000 catties of grain!"
There is a table next to the grain table. The rolls on the table are stacked high. A skinny deacon with a deer-headed head and eyes is holding the roll in his left hand and shouting loudly with a pen in his right hand.
His voice sounded like a capon being strangled by the neck, which made people feel uncomfortable.
A middle-aged man whose name was called stepped onto the grain platform. Under the watchful eyes of two Lingzhi Hall disciples, he opened the storage bag and poured the newly harvested spiritual rice into the boundless golden bucket.
The golden rice quickly filled this spiritual weapon.
The capacity of the infinite gold bucket can be controlled by the monks, and the relevant information of the recipients is recorded.
Provided to the main hall and inner door.
When the spirit grain contained in the bucket was completely flush with the mouth of the bucket, the infinite golden bucket immediately made a low buzzing sound.
It's enough.
The middle-aged man subconsciously covered the mouth of the storage bag and stopped dumping the rice.
The deacon sitting next to the grain table suddenly snorted coldly.
The two Lingzhi Hall disciples on the grain platform immediately cast cold glances at the middle-aged man.
One of them said expressionlessly: "Not enough."
How could it not be enough!
The middle-aged man's heart was bleeding and he couldn't help but clench his fingers.
But after struggling for a moment, he opened his palm and let go of the storage bag.
Continue to pour the spiritual valley into the infinite golden bucket.
The rice grains began to pile up.
As time goes by, the spiritual valley stacks up higher and higher.
The middle-aged man's face became increasingly ugly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
But he didn't dare to stop anymore.
The skinny deacon looked on.
His eyes were full of ridicule.
Seeing that the grain pile on the golden bucket was about to collapse.
He just pinched his mustache and said casually: "That's enough."
The middle-aged man suddenly felt as if he had received an amnesty. He covered his storage bag and wiped his sweat, and hurriedly ran down the grain platform.
It feels like someone just got off the guillotine!
At this time, a scar-faced monk standing on the left side of the grain platform suddenly flew up and kicked the bottom of the Wuliang Golden Dou hard.
Bang!
His right leg is obviously thicker than his left leg.
This kick was so powerful that it made Jin Dou buzz.
The rice piled on top was immediately knocked down and rolled into the groove along the surrounding fixed grooves.
All put into the storage bag hanging under the trough.
The rice grains in the infinite golden bucket are level with the mouth of the bucket again, and they are exactly the same!
The scar-faced monk licked his lips, stretched out his palm and patted Dou's body.
All the rice inside is instantly poured into the bottom storage bag.
Not a grain is left.
"Next person!"
The skinny deacon turned over a page of the roster, and screams echoed in the gold-sprinkling field.
Extremely harsh!
Another Lingzhifu went to the grain platform to pay for his food, and like the previous one, he also added the full amount.
But he behaved obediently, so he was able to add less rice.
Everyone else looked at this with very numb expressions.
Everyone knows that this is very unreasonable and it is the people of Lingzhitang who are lining their own pockets.
But doing this every year has already become a rule.
Who dares to resist?
Liang Dacheng only hesitated for a moment and then received a severe lesson!
Gained dozens of pounds more.
In fact, Liang Dacheng is not ignorant of the rules.
It's just that this year we were unlucky enough to suffer from an insect infestation. The harvest has already been reduced, and we have to pay extra spiritual grain.
How can you be willing?
The team collecting food was silent and moved slowly.
The rice they watered with their sweat and blood was continuously swallowed up by countless golden buckets.
"Yi Shi Guards Station, Wang Chen, ten acres of farmland, paid twenty-five hundred catties of grain!"
