Chapter 612.
Everyone had a good time with this unusual dinner.
According to Zhang Mushan, although the flower deer that Wang Duan had shot was not a very precious demonic beast, it was rare within a radius of a thousand miles, and was about to be shot to extinction by hunting cultivators.
The flavor of the deer meat was very good, similar to the texture of a beef tenderloin, and after roasting it and sprinkling it with salt grains and crushed spices, it had a delicious taste that would make people swallow their own tongues along with it.
Deer blood wine mixed with spirit wine to nourish yin and Yang, Zhang Mushan is not a glutton for punishment, and at the end of the day, he also asked Wang Chen for a pot to take home to drink slowly.
When he was leaving, he reminded Wang Chuan not to go hunting too far away alone.
And be careful of the slave trappers in other immortal cities.
Slave trappers are much scarier than demonic beasts!
Wang Dust remembered it in his heart.
When he got up early the next morning, after he finished weeding in the spirit field, he took out the chopped flower deer meat and bones, mixed it with a certain percentage of deer blood, and evenly threw it on the field.
The spirit rice that “smelled” the bloody odor poked out countless roots from underneath the soil layer, coiling and wrapping the shredded meat and bones and dragging them back underground.
“Eat meat, eat meat!”
They rejoiced and delighted, expressing their gratitude and contentment to Wang Dust one after another.
Wang Dust: “……”
In the following days, Wang Dust continued to live a life of deep seclusion.
He listened to Zhang Mushan’s admonition and did not run to faraway places to hunt, and every time he went out, he wandered around Dongli Mountain.
Although the prey in the East Li Mountain was few and very hard to find, Wang Dust relied on the Upper Qing Qiankun Mirror and his powerful divine sense to always find some deeply hidden demonic beasts.
Time and time again, he never returned empty-handed!
These prey, Wang Chuan decomposed the essence of the part of their own to eat, or to take to the market to exchange supplies with others.
The rest is chopped up to fertilize the spiritual field.
In addition to taking care of the spiritual field, Wang Chen spent most of his time on cultivation.
He was not in a hurry, and he settled down, diligently practicing the Five Elemental Techniques of the Innate Heaven and the Taixuan Mirage Dragon Skill, cultivating the Dragon Abyss Sword day and night, and practicing new sword techniques at the same time.
The days went by extraordinarily fulfilling.
By mid-autumn, the dozens of acres of spirit rice planted by Wang Chen were about to mature.
Since he had missed the spring plowing, he could only plant this season’s Bi Japonica rice this year, but because of this, he had taken care of it properly, along with enough meat fertilizer inputs, so he could see that a good harvest was imminent!
At this time, Wang Chen stopped going out and guarded his own spiritual field waiting for the harvest.
Inside and outside of Flying Floss Valley are two worlds, if he still went out to hunt at this time, these spiritual rice might be secretly cut away, not even a little bit of residue will be left behind.
However, to Wang Chen’s surprise, the person who stole the rice didn’t show up.
Three cultivators came.
The leader was an old man in green with a kind face and a smiling demeanor that looked harmless.
When he saw Wang Dust, who was guarding the spiritual field, he opened his mouth and said, “Fellow Daoist, I’ll take all of these Jasper Japonica rice.”
Wang Dust froze.
I’ve seen those who do business, but I’ve never seen those who talk about business like this, and his tone was so reasonable that it was as if he was sure to eat him!
Wang Chen asked without moving, “What price are you offering?”
The green-clothed old man raised a finger: “Three pounds of rice for a spirit.”
Grass!
Wang Dust resisted the urge to curse.
In the past, when selecting seeds, he was specialized in understanding the quotations of different spirit rice.
Bi Japonica rice was easy to plant and difficult to produce in abundance, because of its good taste and strong nourishing effect, it was therefore very popular in the market.
The market price of a catty of unhusked rice was around one spirit, and it was said that peddling it to Yongle Immortal City could sell it at a higher price.
As a result, the other party actually offered three pounds of grain for a single spirit.
“Too low.”
Wang Chen shook his head, “At this price I might as well keep it for myself.”
He consumed a lot from practicing the Heavenly Dragon Vajra Positive Technique, and his usual rice consumption was quite a bit more than an ordinary cultivator.
The Bi Japonica rice that was grown should definitely be kept partially for himself.
“Low?”
The green-clothed old man looked at Wang Dust and revealed a smirking expression, “Good to teach fellow Daoist to know that my humble self, Qian Wancheng, is as the head of the Flying Flotsam Valley Wine and Rice House.”
Saying that, he flashed out an identity nameplate!
Wang Chen’s heart sank.
There was only one Wine and Rice House in Fei Shu Valley, selling spirit wine and spirit rice.
And everyone knew that all the stores in the valley were properties under the name of the leader of the Flying Floss Battalion – Mu Zhenzhen.
Wang Chen wasn’t afraid of this green-clothed old man who tried to forcefully buy and sell, even if the other party was a high-ranking Violet Mansion, he had the ability to fight and win.
The problem was that there was also a Jindan Realist standing behind this fellow.
Then the situation would be very different!
Wang Chen knew very well that a Jindan real person would not pay attention to such a small matter, and the person who played this kind of bullying trick was 100% the person below him – such as the money shopkeeper in front of him!
And the other side is also emboldened, once they are not afraid of Wang dust exposure.
With his mind racing, Wang Dust said in a deep voice, “I’ve always admired Real Mu, and I’m willing to offer three thousand kilograms of Bi Japonica Rice.”
“Bah!”
The green-clothed old man’s face flipped, spat on the ground in an evil act, and yelled, “Is the True Man worse than you for this amount of rice? Don’t be so presumptuous as to try to climb up, if you don’t say something good or bad today, I’ll let you have it all!”
Wang dust endured the anger and said: “so, I keep five thousand pounds of rice, the rest are sold to you at this price, when the next repair to the respect of the real person it.”
A good man refuses to do so, since the other party dares to act under the name of a real person, then he is not afraid to make a big deal out of it.
If one were to seriously argue with this shopkeeper and not give an inch, in the end, the one who would be unlucky in the end would in all likelihood be Wang Chen himself.
“At most, I’ll leave you a thousand pounds.”
Qian Wancheng puffed out a breath from his nostrils and surveyed Wang Dust with a cold and scornful gaze, “What are you thinking about five thousand pounds? I’m not afraid to tell you, I, Qian Wancheng, will take these rice today!”
“OK.”
Wang Dust said, “Then I’ll only keep a thousand pounds and sell all the rest to you.”
This had already reached his lowest line.
“Count yourself smart.”
Qian Wancheng laughed, “I’ll send people to harvest tomorrow, so get ready ha!”
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave with his men.
The two people Qian Wancheng brought with him had a formidable temperament, they looked like battle cultivators who had been to war, their gazes gleaming with a deep murderous aura.
“Slow!”
Wang Dust said in a hurry, “The deposit hasn’t been paid yet.”
Qian Wancheng turned back and asked in surprise, “What deposit? You’re telling me about the deposit?”
He laughed out loud, then waved his hand and said, “It will be given to you, are you still afraid that I will renege on the debt? You’re overthinking it!”
Wang Dust was silent.
Qian Wancheng thought that Wang Dust had really given in and bared his teeth, “I’ll come back tomorrow, I hope you’re ready.”
After Qian Wancheng’s trio left, Wang Dust thought for a moment, then sent a talismanic letter to Zhang Mushan.
As a result, the latter hurriedly arrived only at dusk.
“I went out today.”
Zhang Mushan explained, “I didn’t see your talisman letter until I came back, did something happen?”
Speaking of which, Wang Dust was really in a mess!