After listening to Wang Chen's story, Zhang Mushan suddenly slapped his head and said with great annoyance: "I should have told you a long time ago."
The matter of forcefully buying spiritual rice from the rice wine shop is an established rule both inside and outside Feixu Valley.
As the highest-level monk in Feixu Valley, Zhenren Mu controls the fate of thousands of casual cultivators in Feixu Camp.
The will of Master Jin Dan is realized through the following leaders.
Such forced buying and selling is actually a disguised form of taxation.
It's not just for Wang Chen.
All monks who open up wasteland and farm in and outside Feixu Valley are inevitably destined to be exploited!
Wang Chen was speechless about this.
Unexpectedly, I went around and around and ran from the lower world to the upper world with all kinds of hardships, only to become leeks harvested by the superiors - Feixu camp is essentially not much different from the Yunyang sect back then.
"But Qian Wancheng went too far!"
Zhang Mushan said bitterly: "In a situation like yours, it's okay to keep one-third of the harvest for yourself."
However, Qian Wancheng only left one thousand kilograms of spiritual rice for Wang Chen.
This is really rice. After shelling, it only weighs seven to eight hundred kilograms, which is not enough for Wang Chen to eat himself.
Wang Chen cultivated about 30 acres of spiritual fields outside Feixu Valley. The yield of Bijaponica rice is high, and he has enough meat and fertilizer. It is estimated that the yield per mu should be four to five hundred kilograms.
The total output is at least 12,000 kilograms.
Not even a tenth of a thousand pounds!
"Li Chengdong and Qian Wancheng have a good relationship, and they are still brothers-in-law."
Zhang Mushan said solemnly: "Last time Li Chengdong was in trouble, Qian Wancheng most likely used you to beat me and line his own pockets along the way!"
"He won't pay you spiritual stones for another 10,000 kilograms of spiritual grain."
Wang Chen couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Take it for free?"
"Give me Baitiao."
Zhang Mushan sneered and said: "Then you can use the bill to go to his store to purchase, but the discount on the bill is very high. If you can buy back something worth a thousand souls, it is considered good."
Grass!
If Qian Wancheng was still standing in front of him now, Wang Chen would definitely punch him in the head!
The market price of Bijaponica rice is about one pound per ling, and if it exceeds 10,000 jins, it means more than 10,000 lings.
After being offered a 20% discount on a million dollars, you can only get back a thousand souls?
Wang Chen suddenly felt angry and evil in his heart!
"This is because you blame me."
Zhang Mushan emphasized again and said guiltily: "Brother Wang, I will find a way to make amends for you."
He solemnly reminded: "Please bear with me for the time being. Qian Wancheng is a very insidious person and very difficult to deal with."
The most important thing is that this guy is backed by Master Jindan. Wang Chen has just obtained his Sanju status. If he conflicts with Qian Wancheng and provokes Master Mu, it would be unworthy.
When one day Wang Chen condenses the golden elixir or becomes an immortal, it will not be too late to take revenge!
On the surface, Wang Chen accepted Zhang Mushan's kind persuasion seriously, but the fire in his heart was not extinguished at all.
He can survive.
But never a dog!
Zhang Mushan didn't know what Wang Chen was thinking and thought the latter had heard it.
After a few more words of relief, I left with peace of mind.
The next day, Qian Wancheng and his people arrived as scheduled.
In fact, the bijing rice at this time is not fully mature yet. Although it can be eaten normally, the taste will be a little worse.
But the shopkeeper of the wine and rice store didn't care at all and directed a group of people to harvest more than 20 acres of land like locusts.
In the end, Wang Chen was left with only two acres of unharvested rice.
"This is the grain receipt receipt."
Qian Wancheng took out a large stack of notes and gave them to Wang Chen, and said arrogantly: "In the future, you can exchange it for spiritual rice and spiritual wine when you bring it to my store, but you need to purchase one hundred spiritual stones of wine and rice before you can use one."
The pile of white slips in his hand has at least hundreds of them!
Wang Chen took it expressionlessly.
"You know the truth!"
Qian Wancheng sneered and said: "Be smarter from now on and don't do the wrong things with the wrong people, and life will naturally get better."
After saying that, he walked away.
Before leaving, the shopkeeper of the wine and rice store took a look at the two acres of spiritual fields that had not been harvested.
He showed a look of regret.
Wang Chen watched as a group of jackals walked away.
He closed his palms together, and the white bars in his hands instantly disappeared into ashes!
In the following days, Wang Chen first harvested the two acres of spiritual fields that were fully mature.
More than 900 kilograms of rice were harvested.
He burned all the rice stalks cleanly and then sprinkled them with winter amaranth seeds.
Winter amaranth is a kind of grass suitable for growing in autumn and winter. Its vitality is very tenacious and it can grow well without care. It has the effect of increasing the fertility of the land.
In addition to absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, spiritual rice and spiritual rice grains are also inseparable from the nourishment of the land, so fattening and fattening are very important. Otherwise, too much land power will be consumed, which will inevitably affect the yield.
After completing these tasks, the weather turned cold and it was winter.
In winter, the monsters in the mountains either hide in secret caves and begin hibernation, or reduce their activity range.
Hunting becomes difficult and dangerous.
In addition, there was no need to prepare meat fertilizer in winter, so Wang Chen stopped going to Dongli Mountain for hunting.
With more time, he ran to Xugu more often.
Wang Chen would sometimes go to see Zhang Mushan for a chat, and he would also go to the only restaurant in the valley to warm up a pot of spiritual wine and stay for half a day with a plate of dried meat.
He didn't interact with others, and basically just sat in the corner and listened to other monks chatting.
Time flies and another month passes.
Feixu Valley is located in the northwest of Yongzhou, one of the nine states. It has four distinct seasons throughout the year, with hot summers and extremely cold winters. As the New Year approaches, the cold current from the north arrives as expected.
A heavy snowfall has kicked off the harsh winter!
In Feixu Valley, in the living room of Zhang Mushan's home, a copper hotpot was steaming.
Zhang Mushan took the slices of meat that his wife had just cut and served, and poured them all into the bottom of the boiling pot. Soon, a strong aroma of meat filled the air.
"Eat quickly!"
He urged Wang Chen, who was sitting across from him: "What are you doing standing there in a daze?"
Wang Chen smiled, picked up a spoon, scooped out some cooked meat slices, put them into a bowl, and then mixed them with Mrs. Zhang's homemade sauce.
It tastes really good.
Wang Chen ate half a catty in one go.
Zhang Mushan was thoughtful: "Brother Wang, I feel like something is wrong with you recently?"
He couldn't tell what was wrong with Wang Chen, but he just felt something strange.
Wang Chen laughed dumbly: "What's wrong?"
Zhang Mushan hesitated for a moment, shook his head and did not ask again. While serving the dishes, he asked Wang Chen to eat more.
After eating this sumptuous hot pot meal, Wang Chen declined Zhang Mushan's offer to stay and returned home alone in the wind and snow.
Zhang Mushan watched his figure disappear into the vast wind and snow, and suddenly saw a dragon rising into the sky.