Chapter 85: Selling food is also crazy
After Chen Mo laughed bitterly at himself, he walked to the spiritual field with his hands behind his back.
The shadow formation that had been removed was activated again.
The scenery inside and outside was the same, and there were no spiritual plants inside, so for a moment, no changes could be felt.
However, in just a few breaths, the spiritual energy in the huge spiritual field gradually gathered in one place. In less than a cup of tea, a spiritual field that was obviously different from other plots suddenly appeared.
Chen Mo walked over quickly and squatted down to observe carefully.
The soil became more fertile and the spiritual energy contained was more abundant.
Although I don’t know if it has reached the standard of the second-level spiritual field, one thing is certain!
If this land is used to grow first-level spiritual yellow rice, its quality will definitely improve!
“Think of a way to get some Xuanyi spiritual rice next year?”
He can breed and cultivate, and he can produce and sell it by himself! By then, relying on Xuanyi spiritual rice, his cultivation speed will be even faster!
After dispersing the shadow formation, Chen Mo returned home.
The moment he opened the door, Xiao Kang rushed out.
These days, Chen Mo has been keeping the four spiritual birds he bought at the beginning in the house to prevent the grain collector from seeing them and causing unnecessary trouble.
After all, there are probably no spiritual birds of this size in the entire Guchenfang Market!
"Chuck! Chuck!"
"What are you calling?"
"Chuck! Chuck!" Xiao Kang pecked the ground unhappily, then raised his head and opened his mouth.
Chen Mo sneered, grabbed a handful of drunken aphids from the storage space, and threw them into the air.
Xiao Kang pecked them one by one at a speed as fast as an afterimage, and not even one fell to the ground.
After it finished eating, Chen Mo held its chicken neck with both hands, pulled it back hard, and threw it out.
"After eating, stop blocking the door!"
Xiao Kang was thrown away, and the remaining three spiritual birds also looked around and staggered out.
After simply cleaning up the messy house, Chen Mo, who was at the fourth level of Qi Refining, began another round of hard practice.
Everyone below the Golden Core is an ant.
There is no end to the practice!
Year after year, without a strong heart, it is really difficult to go further and further on the road of practice!
After one night, Chen Mo set off.
Along the way, there was an endless stream of spiritual plant farmers around Guchen Market.
One year of disasters, two years of losses.
This third year, the harvested spiritual rice finally belongs to them.
How can they not be excited?
Even the neighbors who had never interacted with each other before, on this day of selling grain, also greeted happily and excitedly.
Before entering Guchen Market, Chen Mo found a remote place, took out the cart and 2,000 kilograms of grain, and then entered the city with spiritual rice that was better than people.
The appearance of this scene attracted the attention of the surrounding spiritual plant farmers, who swallowed their saliva and cast envious eyes.
"A big farmer!"
"This is a big grain farmer!"
"How many acres of spiritual fields has he planted? There must be one or two thousand kilograms here?"
"Shh!" An old man made a gesture to silence, "He must be at the third or fourth level of Qi Refining! Don't talk nonsense!"
Chen Mo didn't care about the eyes of others.
However, the gazes of others made him realize a problem.
2,000 kilograms of rice are really ostentatious, and these spiritual plant farmers who also came to sell grain will remember him at a glance.
Therefore, Chen Mo, who originally planned to sell 10,000 kilograms of spiritual rice in one day, planned to keep an eye out to prevent unnecessary trouble!
The market, which had been silent for a long time, finally ushered in a lively day again.
There are more and more casual cultivators who cheat on the roadside, and the things they sell are also varied, everything!
Chen Mo pushed the cart and walked along the bluestone avenue. The casual cultivators around him kept calling out to him, hoping that he would come to patronize them after selling the grain.
The first stop was the Niu Family Shop.
On the grain-collecting day after the harvest year, the whole market was busy, not to mention the Niu Family Shop with an official background.
According to past practice, whoever was responsible for reception was responsible for collecting grain.
As the manager of the Niu Family Shop, Wei Wuwei was naturally very busy.
However, when Chen Mo appeared and the servant informed him, he still came to the front yard to entertain him in person.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Chen!" Wei Wuwei glanced at it and saw that there were at least a thousand pounds on the cart!
For a moment, his face was full of smiles.
"Thank you for the kindness, Manager Wei! If you hadn't given me the land, I wouldn't have been able to grow such a large area!"
"Let me tell you, as a spiritual plant husband, having a field is the best way! Isn't it better to have more spiritual fields? Those short-sighted guys, seeing that you harvested so much grain this year, I'm afraid they will regret it now!"
Wei Wuwei was in a good mood and talked a little more.
"Haha!"
The two of them praised each other for their business and smiled at each other.
It took about an incense stick of time. After weighing 2,000 kilograms of grain, Chen Mo received 160 taels of spiritual sand from the Niu family shop.
Such a huge sum of money, any spiritual plant husband must be cautious and cherish it.
However, for Chen Mo now, this can only be regarded as change, and the big head is still to come.
After exchanging pleasantries, he walked out of the back door of the grain store to avoid being targeted, passed through the deserted alley, and when he appeared on the street, there were 3,000 kilograms of spiritual rice on the cart he was pushing!
Chen Mo walked out in a circle.
The casual cultivators squatting on the roadside were full of doubts at this moment?
Didn't the negotiation come to an agreement?
Didn't sell it to the Niu family shop?
Ignoring his gaze, Chen Mo entered the second grain shop
As early as last year, the manager of this shop remembered him.
Those who can sell grain in the second year after the disaster must not be underestimated, and sure enough! This year, they brought such a huge sum of money to their shop!
"Old rules?" Chen Mo asked with a smile.
"Old... old rules..." The manager stuttered a little, and hurried into the house to call the shopkeeper out.
The so-called old rules are that information is strictly confidential!
Whether it is the 123rd grain station or the current Chunmi grain shop, they will not reveal who sold the grain to them.
After all, according to the rules, these grains should be purchased by the Niu family shop.
However, doing business?
There must be some background.
To be able to open a grain shop in the market, there must be some relationship with Ziyun Peak behind it.
Sold 3,000 kilograms of grain and exchanged it directly from the shopkeeper Wu for 3 low-grade spirit stones. The shopkeeper Wu even personally sent Chen Mo out through the back door.
This time, he did not sell the rest.
Instead, he returned home without giving anyone a chance to shout.
Feeding, combing, practicing...
Early the next morning, he hurried to the market again.
Fortunately, the market was not small, so there was always a way for him to go.
After selling two more carts of spiritual rice, Chen Mo went home again.
Until the third day, 11,000 catties of spiritual rice were finally sold out!
The remaining 1,000 catties were kept for breeding and consumption, and the other 11,000 catties?
Now it has been exchanged for 9 low-grade spiritual stones and 160 taels of spiritual sand, quietly stored in the ring!
