Chapter 61 Ten acres of spiritual farmland, obtained!
"Dead? He is a monk at the third level of Qi Refining!"
He Zhiping whispered.
He really couldn't understand, who could a Lingzhifu offend?
He would actually be killed.
"Hmph!" Wei Wuwei snorted coldly and said, "You are good at farming, but you have a wrong idea and become a tribulation cultivator! You deserve to be killed."
When Chen Mo heard what the other party said, the stone in his heart fell.
Although I don’t know how Fangshi discovered it, now that Xiao Changhua’s death has been confirmed, it will be impossible to trace him back.
However, this incident also made him a little scared.
When I go to Fangshi again next year, I must find a way to create a spell that can destroy corpses and eliminate traces.
By then, even the ashes will have to be scattered!
Here he was still thinking, but over there Wei Wuwei got down to business.
"Who is willing to rent these ten acres of spiritual land?"
He was also very unhappy when he got into this job. Not only was he wasting time and delaying his practice, but he also had to talk to a bunch of Lingzhifu about this and that. Some of them even bargained!
"Ten acres, this year?"
He Zhiping's friend Miao Chen asked in surprise.
"Yes, of course, you can also split and rent." An increase of ten acres at a time is really not something that ordinary Lingzhifu can afford.
What's more, the key is yet to come!
"I rent two acres!" Miao Chen was the first to say.
He hurriedly pulled He Zhiping's sleeve and motioned for him to reserve a few acres, but the other party did not rush to promise, but asked: "Then... what about the taxes and grain owed for these ten acres of spiritual land?"
"Of course I have to pay it," Wei Wuwei responded calmly.
This is also the reason why Ziyunfeng personally ordered it!
We have already given these Lingzhi husbands a one-year deferment of taxes and grain, and there is no way it will be any less in the coming year!
As soon as these words came out, everyone who was eager to give it a try suddenly retreated.
If this year's tax falls on the newly contracted Ling Zhifu, it means that all 200 kilograms of Linghuang rice per mu will have to be handed over!
Not only that, the 20 kilograms owed to Fangshi must also be paid.
Doesn't that mean that no matter how many acres are planted in these spiritual fields, you can't even get a cent of the grain out of it? If you work hard for a whole year, you will still lose money!
Not only that, the more you pack, the more you lose.
This kind of thing is impossible for even a smart Lingzhifu to do!
Spiritual fields, as long as you have the strength, you can still plant them if you want. This year has been a disaster year. Not to mention the delay in cultivation, we will actually lose money next year.
Who does this business?
"Although we won't get any benefits next year, we can get more food every year in the future, right?" Wei Wuwei began to follow the instructions. This was the most difficult part of the whole thing.
Otherwise, how can we say this is a chore?
No one answered.
Who knows what will happen next?
Will there be drought or insect infestation in the second or third year after planting?
Didn’t we lose more at that time?
"That's it!" Wei Wuwei began to induce profit, "For these ten acres of land, the market will not charge rent in the coming year!"
One acre saves 20 pounds, which is a lot.
But even so, we can only guarantee that we will not lose money next year.
What about manpower, material resources, seeds, etc.?
Not included in it yet.
At this moment, He Zhiping, Miao Chen, and other monks on the second level of Qi Refining were hesitant and did not dare to speak easily.
As for those at the first level of Qi Refining like Lan Ling, if they want to increase their spiritual field at this time, they really don't know how to write the word "death".
The scene fell silent for a while.
At this time, Wei Wuwei finally turned his attention to Chen Mo: "Fellow Daoist Chen, when I saw you just now, you are already at the third level of Qi refining, right?"
"It's just a fluke that I got Shopkeeper Wei's care."
Almost instantly, Lan Ling, He Zhiping and others looked sideways!
Their slightly parted lips could not hide their surprised expressions.
The third level of Qi refining? !
How is that possible!
How long has he been practicing?
He has actually reached the third level of Qi refining!
At this speed, I am afraid that I can almost catch up with the monks of Qingyang Sect! Is it possible that he is still a young cultivator?
He Zhiping felt more uncomfortable than eating shit at the moment. Three years ago, the other party was still a brat that he could control easily.
If it weren't for that damn old woman protecting him, I would have taught him a lesson long ago.
Unexpectedly, after three years, not only did his strength improve by leaps and bounds, but his realm also reached his head!
Looking at Lan Ling again, her initial surprise turned into a slight blush.
The gaze he looked at Chen Mo became softer, as if he really imagined himself to be the other person's Taoist companion.
At this moment, I even thought about the baby’s name: the boy’s name will be Chen Xiaolan, and the girl’s name will be Chen Xiaoling…
A smile appeared on Wei Wuwei's face: "How about you own five acres of these ten acres of land?"
If he spoke in person, he wouldn't refuse.
At first, I introduced him to be Ling Zhifu!
It can be said that Chen Mo's achievements today all depend on him!
"Shopkeeper Wei has already spoken, how can I refuse."
"Okay, then the rest..."
"etc!"
Chen Mo suddenly spoke.
Wei Wuwei's face turned grim, showing displeasure: "You have already agreed, what? You still want to go back on your word?"
The corners of the mouths of other Lingzhifu around him also raised.
Without that diamond, you actually dare to take on this porcelain job!
I agreed readily, but how long has it been?
One breath? Two breaths?
Just regretted it?
In line with the idea that watching the excitement is not too big a deal, these Lingzhifus want to see how shopkeeper Wei deals with him!
"Repent? How is that possible? I will not refuse what Brother Wei asked." Chen Mo laughed.
"Then what do you mean by 'wait'?" Wei Wuwei was a little unsure.
"Brother Wei, I remember you told me that a head of a robbery cultivator is worth ten taels of spiritual sand."
Robbery cultivator?
Head?
In a trance, Wei Wuwei remembered that there seemed to be such a thing.
"Really?"
Was he asking him for spiritual sand?
"If Brother Wei remembers it, I will contract the remaining ten acres!"
Hiss!
The people around took a breath.
This kid doesn't want to live?
That's ten acres of spiritual fields, a year of work for nothing?
Do you still want to stop practicing?
Just when others didn't understand and even thought Chen Mo was stupid, He Zhiping suddenly realized something.
'That's not right! He also took care of these ten acres of spiritual fields this year. '
'That is to say, he has the ability to plant fifteen acres of land at the same time! ’
He Zhiping wanted to remind him, but as soon as he turned his head, he met Chen Mo's cold eyes.
This look made him feel chilled, as if... as if, as long as he opened his mouth, he would die in a short time!
He Zhiping swallowed his saliva and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
Wei Wuwei chuckled, took out the sachet from his arms, poured out ten taels of spiritual sand and threw it over: "Look at my memory, if it weren't for Chen Daoyou's reminder, I would have forgotten it!"
Chen Mo also laughed: "No way, who in the market doesn't know that Shopkeeper Wei is generous?"
"Okay! Then these ten acres of spiritual fields will belong to you."
"Okay!"
