According to Zhang Mushan, although the spotted deer that Wang Chen shot was not a very precious monster, it was rare within a thousand miles radius and was about to be hunted to extinction by hunting cultivators.
The taste of venison is very good, similar to the texture of beef tenderloin. After being grilled and sprinkled with salt and ground spices, it has a delicious taste that makes people swallow it with their own tongue.
The deer blood wine mixed with the spiritual wine has the function of nourishing yin and strengthening yang. Zhang Mushan is not a drinker, so he asked Wang Chen for a jar at the end and took it home to drink slowly.
Before leaving, he specifically reminded Wang Chen not to go hunting too far away alone.
Also, be careful of the slave-catching teams in other fairy cities.
The slave catching team is much scarier than the monster!
Wang Chen remembered it in his heart.
When he got up early the next morning, after weeding the spiritual field, he took out the chopped deer meat bones, mixed them with a certain proportion of deer blood, and evenly sprinkled them on the field.
Lingdao, which "smelled" the smell of blood, poked out countless roots from under the soil layer, wrapped them in pieces of flesh and bones and dragged them back to the ground.
"Eat meat, eat meat!"
They were happy and joyful, and expressed their gratitude and satisfaction to Wang Chen one after another.
Wang Chen: "..."
In the days that followed, Wang Chen continued to live a reclusive life.
He followed Zhang Mushan's warning and did not go hunting far away. He always wandered around Dongli Mountain every time he went out.
Although there are very few prey in Dongli Mountain and it is very difficult to find them, Wang Chen can always find some hidden monsters by relying on the Shangqing Qiankun Mirror and his powerful spiritual consciousness.
Never come back empty-handed again and again!
Wang Chen decomposes the essence of these hunted prey and eats them himself, or takes them to the market to exchange supplies with others.
Chop the rest to add fat to the spiritual field.
In addition to taking care of the spiritual field, Wang Chen spent most of his time on cultivation.
He was calm and calm, diligently practicing the Innate Five Elements Kung Fu and the Taixuan Mirage Dragon Art, cultivating the Long Yuan Sword day and night, and practicing new sword techniques at the same time.
The days were extremely fulfilling.
By the Mid-Autumn Festival, the dozens of acres of spiritual rice planted by Wang Chen were about to mature.
Since he missed the spring plowing, he could only plant this season's Bijaponica rice this year. However, with proper care and sufficient input of meat fertilizer, he saw a bumper harvest soon!
At this time, Wang Chen stopped going out and guarded his spiritual field waiting for harvest.
There are two worlds inside and outside Feixu Valley. If he goes out hunting at this time, the spiritual rice might be secretly cut away without even leaving any residue.
However, something unexpected happened to Wang Chen: the rice thief did not appear.
Three monks came.
The leader was an old man in Tsing Yi with a kind face, smiling and looking harmless.
When he saw Wang Chen guarding the spiritual field, he opened his mouth and said, "Fellow Taoist, I want all these Bijing rice."
Wang Chen was stunned for a moment.
I have seen people doing business, but I have never seen anyone talking about business like this. His tone was so matter-of-fact that he seemed to be convinced!
Wang Chen asked calmly: "What's your price?"
The old man in green raised a finger: "Three kilograms of rice will spring up in one go."
Grass!
Wang Chen resisted the urge to curse.
When selecting seeds in the past, he had a special understanding of the market prices of different spiritual rice.
Bijaponica rice is easy to grow but difficult to produce a high yield. Because of its good taste and strong nourishing effect, it is very popular in the market.
The market price of a pound of unhulled rice is around 1 ling. It is said that it can be sold at a higher price when sold to Yongle Fairy City.
As a result, the other party actually offered me three jins of grain for one ling.
"too low."
Wang Chen shook his head: "At this price, I might as well keep it for myself."
His practice of Tianlong Vajra Zhengfa consumes a lot of money, and he usually eats much more than ordinary monks.
You must keep part of the bijing rice grown for yourself.
"Low?"
The old man in green looked at Wang Chen with a half-smiling expression: "Fellow Taoist Taoist Master I have learned that I, Qian Wancheng, am the shopkeeper of Fei Xu Valley Wine and Rice Store."
As he said that, he showed an identity plate!
Wang Chen's heart sank.
There is only one wine and rice shop in Feixu Valley, which sells spiritual wine and rice.
And everyone knows that all the shops in the valley are properties under the name of the leader of Feixu Camp - Zhenren Mu.
Wang Chen is not afraid of this old man in green who is trying to buy or sell by force. Even if the opponent is a high-level Zifu, he is capable of defeating him.
The problem is that there is a real Jin Dan standing behind this guy.
Then the situation is very different!
Wang Chen knows very well that the dignified Jindan master will not pay attention to such a trivial matter. The people who play this kind of bullying and domination are 100% the people below him - such as the shopkeeper Qian in front of him!
Moreover, the other party is still confident, and they are not afraid of Wang Chen being exposed.
With his mind spinning, Wang Chen said in a deep voice: "I have always admired Master Mu and am willing to offer three thousand kilograms of Bijaponica rice."
"Pooh!"
The old man in green turned his face, spat on the ground with a vicious look, and shouted: "Is the real man asking you for this little rice? Don't overestimate your ability and try to cling to me. If you don't tell me what's good or bad today, I'll let you eat it."
I can’t walk around in circles!”
Wang Chen held back his anger and said, "Let's do this. I will keep five thousand kilograms of rice for myself and sell the rest to you at this price. Let's practice our respect for the real person now."
A good man does not suffer immediate losses. Since the other party dares to act in the name of a real person, he is not afraid of making things worse.
If you seriously argue with this shopkeeper and refuse to give in, Wang Chen himself will most likely be the unlucky one in the end.
"I'll leave you a thousand catties at most."
Qian Wancheng blew out a puff of air from his nostrils and looked at Wang Chen with cold eyes: "What do you think of five thousand catties? I'm not afraid to tell you that I, Qian Wancheng, will order these rice today!"
"Fine."
Wang Chen said: "Then I will only keep one thousand catties and sell the rest to you."
This has reached his lowest point.
"You are smart."
Qian Wancheng smiled and said: "I will send people to harvest tomorrow, so be prepared!"
After saying that, he turned around and took the people away.
The two men brought by Qian Wancheng had a strong temperament. At first glance, they were warrior cultivators who had been on the battlefield, and their eyes were bright and murderous.
"slow!"
Wang Chen quickly said: "The deposit hasn't been paid yet."
Qian Wancheng turned around and asked in surprise: "What's the deposit? You told me about the deposit?"
He laughed loudly, then waved his hand and said: "I will give it to you, and you are afraid that I will default on it? You are overthinking it!"
Wang Chen remained silent.
Qian Wancheng thought Wang Chen had really given in, so he said, "I'll come back tomorrow. I hope you're ready."
After Qian Wancheng and the others left, Wang Chen thought for a while and then sent a talisman letter to Zhang Mushan.
As a result, the latter arrived in a hurry only at dusk.
"I'm going out today."
Zhang Mushan explained: "I just saw your talisman letter when I came back. Did something happen?"
Speaking of which, Wang Chen is really in trouble!