Chapter 613.
“I’m to blame for this!”
After listening to Wang Chen’s narration, Zhang Mushan slapped his head violently and said with immense chagrin, “I should have told you a long time ago.”
The matter of the Rice Wine House forcibly buying Spirit Rice was considered a clear rule inside and outside of Fei Fu Valley.
As the cultivator with the highest realm in Flying Floss Valley, Realist Mu held the fate of thousands of loose cultivators in Flying Floss Camp.
And the will of this Jindan Realist was realized through the heads below.
Such forceful buying and selling was actually a tax in disguise.
It wasn’t just targeting Wang Chen alone.
But any cultivator who opened up land and planted fields inside and outside of Feiwu Valley were all exempt from being exploited!
Wang Dust was speechless at this.
He didn’t realize that he had gone around in circles and ran from the lower world to the upper world with great difficulty, only to become a leek to be harvested by the higher powers again – Flying Floss Battalion was essentially not much different from the Yunyang Sect back then.
“But Qian Wancheng went too far!”
Zhang Mushan said hatefully, “In a situation like yours, it’s fine to keep a third of the harvest for yourself.”
However, Qian Wancheng only left a thousand pounds of spirit rice for Wang Duan.
It was really rice, and after hulling it was only a portion of seven to eight hundred pounds, which wasn’t even enough for Wang Dust to eat by himself.
Wang Dust had reclaimed about thirty acres of spirit field outside of Fei Yu Valley, and with the high yield of Bi Japonica rice, plus the fact that he had given enough meat fertilizer, he predicted that there should be four to five hundred pounds per mu.
The total output was at least twelve thousand pounds.
One thousand pounds wasn’t even a tenth of that!
“Li Chengdong has a good relationship with Qian Wancheng, the two are still brothers-in-law.”
Zhang Mushan said with a sullen face, “Last time Li Chengdong planted a big head, Qian Wancheng in all likelihood is using you to knock me down, and incidentally enrich himself!”
“The other ten thousand pounds of spirit grain, he won’t pay you spirit stones either.”
Wang Dust couldn’t help but widen his eyes, “Take it for nothing?”
“Give white notes.”
Zhang Mushan sneered, “Then you can take the white note to purchase from his store, except that the white note is discounted very heavily, and you’ll be lucky if you can buy back something worth a thousand Spirits.”
Grass!
If that Qian Wancheng was still standing in front of him right now, Wang Chen would definitely blast his fist on the other party’s head!
The market price of Bi Japonica Rice was around one spirit per catty, more than ten thousand pounds that would be more than ten thousand spirits.
After being discounted by Qian Wancheng, he could only get back 1,000 spirits?
Wang Dust was instantly enraged and evil!
“This is blamed on me.”
Zhang Mushan re-emphasized, guiltily saying, “Brother Wang, I will find a way to make it up to you.”
He solemnly reminded, “You hold back for now, Qian Wancheng is a very sinister person, very difficult to deal with.”
The most important thing was that this guy had a Jindan Realist on his back, and Wang Chuan had just gotten his loose registration, so if he got into a conflict with Qian Wancheng and messed with Realist Mu then it would be too worthless.
Waiting for the day when Wang Chen condenses Jindan, or enters the Immortal Register, then it’s not too late to take revenge!
Regarding Zhang Mushan’s kind persuasion, Wang Chen accepted it seriously on the surface, yet the fire in his heart was not extinguished at all.
He could be a dog.
But never be a dog!
Zhang Mushan didn’t know what was in Wang Chen’s heart and thought that the latter had listened.
Only after a few more words of relief did he leave with peace of mind.
The next day, Qian Wancheng brought people as promised.
In fact, this time of the year, the Bi Japonica rice was not fully matured, although it could also be consumed normally, the taste would be a little worse.
But this wine and rice shop owner didn’t care at all, commanding a group of people like locusts to harvest more than twenty acres of land.
In the end, only two acres of unharvested rice were left for Wang Dust.
“This is the grain collection voucher.”
Qian Wancheng pulled out a large stack of slips of paper and gave them to Wang Duan, saying condescendingly, “In the future, you can redeem spirit rice and spirit wine when you get it to my store, but you need to purchase a hundred spirit stones of wine and rice before you can use one.”
The stack of white slips in his hand had at least hundreds of them!
Wang Chen took it with an expressionless face.
“Count on your good sense!”
Qian Wancheng sneered, “Be smart in the future, don’t follow the wrong people and do the wrong things, and your days will naturally get better.”
After saying that he raised his head and left.
On his way out, this Wine and Rice Firm Boss also looked at the two acres of spirit fields that hadn’t been harvested.
A look of regret was revealed.
Wang Dust watched the pack of jackals sail away.
He closed his palms and the white strips in his hands instantly went up in smoke!
In the following days, Wang Dust first harvested the two acres of spirit field that had fully matured.
More than nine hundred pounds of rice were harvested.
He burned all the rice stalks cleanly with a single fire and then sprinkled Winter Amaranth Grass seeds.
Winter Amaranth Grass was a type of grass that was suitable for the fall and winter seasons, it was tenacious and didn’t need to be tended to in order to grow well, and it had the effect of increasing the fertility of the land.
Apart from needing to absorb the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, Spiritual Rice and Spiritual Grains could not be separated from the nourishment of the land, so it was all very important to nurture and increase the fertilization, otherwise too much depletion of the earth’s strength would inevitably affect the yield.
After completing these tasks, the weather became cold and it was already the beginning of winter.
In winter, the demonic beasts in the mountains either hid in hidden caves and started hibernating, or reduced their range of activities.
Hunting became difficult and dangerous.
Adding to the fact that there was no need to prepare meat and fertilizer in the winter, Wang Dust no longer traveled to Dong Li Mountain to hunt.
With more time, he ran to Fei Fu Valley more often.
Wang Dust sometimes went to find Zhang Mushan to chat and chat, but he would also go to the only restaurant in the valley to sit down, warm up a pot of spirit wine, and stay for half a day with a plate of dried meat.
He didn’t communicate with others, and basically sat by the corner and listened to other cultivators talk about heaven and earth.
Another month passed in a flash of time.
Feiwu Valley was located in the northwestern part of Yongzhou, one of the nine states, where there were four distinct seasons throughout the year, with hot summers and cold winters, and near the time of the New Year’s Festival, a cold front from the north arrived as expected.
A flurry of heavy snow kicked off the prelude to a harsh winter!
In Flying Floss Valley, Zhang Mushan’s home, within the hall, a copper hot pot was bubbling with hot air.
Zhang Mushan took his wife just cut up the meat, a brain all poured into the bottom of the boiling pot, and soon the air was filled with a strong meat flavor.
“Eat quickly!”
He urged Wang Dust, who was sitting across from him, “What are you waiting for?”
Wang Dust smiled, picked up a spoon and fished out some of the cooked meat into a bowl, then tossed it with Zhang Clan Lady’s homemade sauce.
The flavor was really good.
Wang Dust ate half a catty in one gulp.
Zhang Mushan, however, was pondering, “Brother Wang, I feel like you’re a bit off lately, huh?”
He couldn’t say what was wrong with Wang Dust, he just felt something strange.
Wang Dust was dumbfounded, “Where is it wrong?”
Zhang Mushan hesitated, shook his head and did not ask again, and asked Wang Dust to eat more while laying out the dishes.
After finishing this sumptuous hot pot, Wang Dust politely refused Zhang Mushan’s retention and returned home alone, braving the wind and snow.
Zhang Mushan watched his figure disappear into the vast snow and wind when he suddenly saw a scaly dragon rise up into the sky.
This Purple Mansion cultivator froze.
He fixed his eyes to take a closer look, but there was nothing to be found.