Chapter 47.
Giving someone a rose, hands have a fragrance.
Putting aside in just crossing over that moment, chewing grain rice and salted vegetables, Wang Dust categorically did not have such generosity.
Nowadays, his hand is still quite generous, so he is willing to pay a small price to do good to others.
Although it is said that good deeds and virtue can not be salvaged a little human virtue.
However, Wang Dust vaguely felt that in a world where demons and evils were rampant and the earth was in turmoil, maintaining a little bit of goodness.
It was able to add some qi to himself.
For example, he brushed the experience value of the Mud Stone Technique today, and directly brushed it to the Proficient level.
It was smooth beyond expectation, could one say there was no luck?
The heart turns to the light and does not fall into darkness!
The next morning, Wang Chen rushed to Yunshan City with a storage bag full of spirit grains.
The ten days after the summer harvest were the days when the farmers and tenants who rented the spirit fields paid their grain to the sect.
Wang Chen had contracted ten acres of spirit fields from the outer sect.
According to the Outer Sect’s regulations, he needed to pay in a total of four thousand five hundred pounds of rice grains every year.
Due to the fact that the harvest of summer grains was greater than winter grains.
So his grain contribution for the first half of this year was two thousand five hundred pounds.
Last night Wang Chen weighed himself at home and he was able to have about eight hundred pounds of rations left over this time.
Of course if all the spirit rice was milled into white corn.
Then there wouldn’t be as much.
But compared to the same period in previous years, it was still slightly over.
It was already pretty good!
The chute leading to Yunshan City was very bustling with people and cars, and the carriage that Wang Chen took was packed to the brim.
Many people went to the city to pay for grain just like him.
It’s just that most of these Spirit Cultivators have sad brows and look preoccupied.
Neighbors who knew each other talked in whispers.
Long pouts and short sighs.
Some time ago there was an insect plague.
Although the Jindan real person took action to solve the scourge.
But many farmers this year’s spiritual rice production greatly reduced, less harvest three or five acres abound.
The sect’s field rent was originally set at a very high level.
Now it’s a bit of a problem for everyone to pay the full amount of grain.
Not to mention keeping their own rations!
Moreover, the General Hall used the excuse that the superior and the real person had gone out, and levied away another amount of spirit stones.
It’s all the savings they’ve pulled out of their teeth in the past.
Now that the rice production is not enough, they have to pull out another spirit stone to make up for it, how can they live in the future?
As for the arrears of rent, that’s something no one would dare to think about!
All the way to the carriage sparkling, full of lamentation.
Arriving at Yunshan City.
When Wang Chen arrived at the Spirit Plant Hall, there were already quite a few people lining up to pay their grain.
The Spirit Plant Hall under the Outer Sect’s General Hall was in charge of all the Spirit Plant Husbands, as well as the affairs of reclaiming the fields and mountains.
The piece of land where the field rent was paid was called the Sprinkler Field, and its size was comparable to a small square.
The leveled ground had been cleaned up.
Under the light of the rising sun, the large slabs of star-gold rock on the ground shone with a little bit of radiance.
In the center of the gold sprinkling field, a ten foot high grain platform was built.
And in the center position of the grain platform, a nine-foot-square immeasurable gold bucket was embedded.
However, anyone who was a spiritual planter would not be unfamiliar with this Limitless Golden Dipper.
This kind of spiritual weapon could accurately weigh spiritual grains below 100,000 pounds at a time, and Yunyang Sect had built a total of four of them, which were placed in the inner mountain gate and the outer gate of the three cities.
At the bottom of the Infinite Gold Dipper, there was also a large grain storage bag attached.
This grain storage bag also had an origin.
It was said that when the Yunyang Sect’s headmaster passed by the Southern Hong Da Ze a hundred years ago, he killed a Heaven Swallowing Giant Toad and took its stomach sac to refine four storage bags that could hold a million pounds of grain.
It was assigned to the four Limitless Golden Dou to be used for grain collection and storage.
“B four guards, Liang Dacheng, twenty acres of lower fields, five thousand pounds of grain!”
There was a table set up next to the grain platform, the roster stacked high on the table, a swarthy, dry and thin deacon holding the roster in his left hand and a pen in his right hand shouting loudly.
His voice was like a castrated chicken that had been strangled, making it very uncomfortable to listen to.
A middle-aged man whose name was called stepped onto the grain platform, and under the watchful eyes of two Spirit Plant Hall disciples, he opened his storage bag and dumped the freshly harvested Spirit Rice into the Infinite Gold Pitcher.
The golden rice quickly filled up this spiritual artifact.
The Infinite Golden Pitcher could be controlled by the cultivator to set the capacity and record the relevant information of the person who had taken the grain.
It was provided to the General Hall and the Inner Sect.
When the spirit grain contained within the bucket was completely level with the bucket’s mouth, the Limitless Golden Bucket immediately emitted a low humming sound.
It’s full.
The middle-aged man subconsciously covered the mouth of his storage bag and stopped dumping the grains.
The deacon sitting next to the grain platform suddenly snorted coldly.
The two Spirit Plant Hall disciples on the grain platform immediately cast a chilling gaze 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 dripping blood, and he couldn’t help but tighten his five fingers.
But after struggling for a moment, he still opened his palm to release the mouth of the storage bag.
Continuing to dump spirit grains into the Infinite Golden Pitcher.
The grains began to pile upwards.
As time passed, the spirit grains stacked higher and higher.
The middle-aged man’s face also became more and more unsightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Yet, he didn’t dare to stop again.
The dry and thin deacon watched.
His eyes were filled with a sneer.
Seeing that the pile of grain on the golden bucket was about to collapse.
Only then did he pinch his eight-pointed beard and said carelessly, “That’s enough.”
The middle-aged man was instantly amnestied, covered his storage bag and wiped his sweat, busily running down the grain platform.
Giving people the feeling as if they had just gotten off the guillotine!
At this time, a scar-faced cultivator standing on the left side of the grain platform suddenly flew up and kicked the bottom of the Infinite Gold Dipper.
Boom!
His right leg was obviously thicker than his left.
This kick was so powerful that it caused the golden bucket to buzz.
The grains piled up at the top were immediately shaken down and rolled into the slot along the fixed grooves around it.
All of them merged into the storage bag hanging under the groove.
The grains inside the Infinite Golden Dipper were once again even with the mouth of the dipper, and surprisingly, there was not even a fraction of a star difference!
The scar-faced cultivator licked his lips and stretched out his palm to pat the body of the bucket.
All of the rice inside was instantly injected into the lowest storage bag.
Not a single grain was left.
“Next!”
The dry and skinny deacon flipped through a page of the roster, and screams echoed through the gold sprinkling arena.
It was extraordinarily ear-piercing!
Another Spirit Planter went up to the grain platform to take his grain, and he was also just like the one in front of him in terms of sufficient amount before adding more.
Only he behaved well, so he was able to add less rice.
As the others watched, their expressions were all very numb.
We all know that this is very unreasonable, it is the people of the Spirit Plant Hall who are enriching themselves.
However, this has become the rule year after year.
Who dared to disobey and resist?
That Liang Dacheng merely hesitated and ate a hard lesson!
Extra large dozens of pounds.
In fact, Liang Dacheng is not ignorant of the rules.
Just this year was unlucky to suffer from pests, the harvest has been discounted, but also have to pay more additional spirit grain.
How can he be willing?
The grain team was silent and moved slowly.
The rice that they had watered with their sweat and heart’s blood was constantly being swallowed up by the immeasurable golden buckets.
“B-10 Guards, Wang Dust, ten acres of lower fields, nabbing two thousand five hundred pounds of grain!”