There is a hillside that is not too big or too small!
There are a large number of houses densely built on the hillside, which are simple and simple. Most of them are the residences of the spiritual planters. Occasionally, the patrols will take a rest here.
In a large open space on the top of the hillside, there is an antique bamboo courtyard built. A formation is arranged on the outside of the courtyard. Many ornamental flowers and spiritual bamboos are planted in the courtyard. There are also many spiritual herbs planted in the small medicinal field.
, looks very elegant.
This is naturally Luo Lan’s past residence!
"I didn't expect this old woman to enjoy it."
Wei Han muttered and occupied the place without any ceremony.
He directly changed the formation to the second-level Eight Desolate Conferred Gods Formation, coupled with the large-scale control formation outside the farm, even if he was attacked by the peak foundation-building monks, he could stand in an invincible position and wait for rescue.
The sense of security immediately increased a lot!
Coupled with the scanning of consciousness and the patrolling and monitoring by an army of gold-eating ants, he believed that no one would be able to cause trouble under his nose.
Finish it all!
Wei Han did not immediately go into seclusion for practice.
After all, a new official has taken office, so Ling Tian cannot be ignored.
He began to inspect every spiritual field here, walking among the fields, gently smelling the fragrance of the land with the tip of his nose, and occasionally listening to the chirping of insects, which was a nice scenery.
"Master Steward!"
"Greetings to the steward!"
When the busy Lingzhu husbands in the fields saw him, they all paid homage to him.
Wei Han no longer looked as cold as before, but nodded with a gentle smile. He did not look down on them at all because of their low status, which made all the Lingzhifu feel a little inexplicable for a while.
"Old man, how many years have you been working here?" Wei Han wandered around and randomly found a field bank to sit down. The white-haired old man who was busy not far away was the white-haired old man who just asked for mercy.
He seemed to be shocked!
When he saw that it was Wei Han, he quickly saluted and walked back and forth tremblingly: "Master Steward, the villain Wang Laowu, I have been the husband of Lingzhi here for 53 years."
"53 years? You are quite senior." Wei Han was surprised.
"Yes, yes!" Wang Laowu apologized nervously: "I only know how to farm and don't know anything else, and I have nothing to do with the previous steward. Sir, you must be aware of everything."
"There is no need to mention this matter again." Wei Han waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "I am willing to let you stay, so you can trust me. From now on, Luo Lan's matter will be revealed, and you can just farm in peace and quiet."
"Yes, yes, thank you, sir." Wang Laowu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sit down, let's chat for a while?" Wei Han patted the field ridge. Wang Laowu waved his hands and said he didn't dare. However, under his insistence, he sat down nervously.
Obviously, being an equal next to a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage is still very stressful for him.
"Old man, where are you from? How many people are there in the family?" Wei Han asked casually.
Wang Laowu's nervousness gradually eased. He smiled and took out a tobacco gun from his storage bag, lit it and smoked, and replied: "Little old man, I am actually the royal family of the Tiansheng Dynasty under the Corpse Demon Sect.
My disciple, when I was young, I was full of dreams and left behind my glory and wealth to enter the world of immortality. I thought I could dominate the world and live forever."
"Who would have thought that the reality is so cruel? After decades of struggling as a casual cultivator, I still only have the fifth level of Qi training, and there is no chance of building a foundation!"
"In the end, I simply found a mortal wife and gave birth to a litter of cubs, and then joined this farm to farm steadily. If I work harder every year, I can support myself and my family."
"Now I have a total of 38 great-grandchildren, three of whom have spiritual talent. I have given up on practicing a long time ago! All the spiritual stones I earned have been thrown at them. I hope they can make a difference."
Wang Laowu talked nonchalantly.
Wei Han was a little dazed, as if he saw many figures of low-level casual cultivators. They all broke into the world of immortality with full of hope and passion, but in the end their edges were smoothed away by life.
If I hadn't had a cheat by my side, I would have had a very difficult time!
The world of cultivating immortals has always been a place that cannibalizes people. The hierarchy is stricter than any other world. It is too difficult for ordinary people to get ahead!
"How many spiritual stones can you earn in a year by living in a farm?" Wei Han changed the topic out of curiosity.
Wang Laowu chuckled and said: "How can we be sure about this? We Lingzhu husbands all rely on our craftsmanship to make a living. If you are capable, you can contract thirty or fifty acres of Lingtian land and hand over 80% of it when the harvest is good. We
There is still 20% left.”
"If you have no skills and can only tend to ten or twenty acres of spiritual fields, and you are accidentally attacked by monsters and poisonous insects are rampant, you may have to starve."
"Nowadays, second- and third-class spiritual fields can produce two crops of rice every year. One acre produces about three to five hundred kilograms of grain. The wholesale price of Huangyaling rice in Four Seasons City is only 41 pieces of rice per kilogram. How much harvest can you calculate for yourself?"
Wei Han was secretly surprised!
It seems that there is also a huge gap between the rich and the poor among Lingzhi husbands!
Those who have the skills and connections to naturally cultivate high-quality spiritual fields and grow high-quality spiritual rice can only share 20% of their income every year, but they can still make a lot of money.
Those who have no ability or connections will cultivate low-grade spiritual fields and can only grow the lowest-grade yellow-bud spiritual rice. In one year, each acre can receive up to 180 kilograms of rice, and one kilogram only costs 41 pieces of rice. Occasionally during the harvest season, it is still possible.
You have to be priced down by rice stores.
If there is a natural disaster such as locusts, the harvest may not be enough to hand over, and you will have to be whipped and starved. It is miserable enough to think about it.
"That's right!" Wei Han asked with great interest: "How much spiritual rice does our Zhuangzi need to hand over to the sect every year? Is it 80%?"
"No, no, no!" Wang Laowu waved his hands repeatedly and said: "The sect does not collect according to proportions, they collect on a fixed basis. No matter if you encounter a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, you must hand over 300 kilograms of spiritual rice per acre."
"That is to say, we must reach this level per acre so that our work will not be in vain, and only when it reaches 375 kilograms can we get 20%. As for the rest, most of it goes into the hands of the stewards."
"The sect has long been aware of this. As long as the 300 kilograms are guaranteed to be donated, they don't care how much of the extra money is stolen. They often turn a blind eye!"
"oh?"
Wei Han suddenly became enlightened when he heard this.
No wonder Luo Lan clung to the farm for decades and refused to let it go. Even though he was about to retire when his longevity was approaching, he still wanted to continue to control the farm.
It turns out that being a steward here not only brings you salary and merit points, but you can also earn some extra money.
Don't underestimate the fact that a few dozen kilograms of rice per acre of land is nothing. There are more than 10,000 acres of land here, and hundreds of thousands of kilograms of rice a year. If you accumulate a little, you will make a lot of money.
"It seems that we need to recruit more spiritual husbands as soon as possible!"
“It’s not okay to leave so many spiritual fields unattended!”
Wei Han frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly thought of Lu Yan.
Doesn't this guy want to be a spiritual husband? If he is brought over to help manage things, I'm afraid it's better than doing the work myself, right?