Chapter 463: Atonement for sins with merits

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Chu Yang thought Wei Yongyuan was dissatisfied, so he added: "Otherwise, you can exchange two red feather fruits for one thorn fruit. As long as you feel it is not a loss, we can discuss the quantity issue."

When Wei Yongyuan heard this, he smiled bitterly and said: "You really don't understand the market. This red feather fruit is a rare elixir, and its grade is two grades higher than that of the thorn fruit. According to your change, Isn’t it a big loss?”

"Uh, really?"

Chu Yang really doesn't understand the market. After all, spiritual stones are considered hard currency, so he only cares about the price in heaven. How much it can be sold in the mortal world is meaningless to him.

"Since you don't understand, I'll make the decision for you. I'll take advantage of you. Two thorn berries are exchanged for one red feather fruit, one Ningshen grass is exchanged for three Sumu grass..."

Later, Wei Yongyuan compared all the elixirs that Chu Yang wanted to change, and it finally sounded a little more balanced.

"Okay, just do as you say. It doesn't matter to me. After all, things that are needed are valuable, and leaving things that are not needed is a waste."

Chu Yang nodded in approval.

"Then let's do it. When you leave, I will have someone pick it for you to prevent the spiritual energy from dissipating."

Wei Yongyuan was in a good mood. The Wei family was in short supply of the elixir that Chu Yang exchanged for it, and Zhou Yi also needed these elixirs in the contract. Once the two parties exchanged them, everyone was happy.

While the two were talking, a man carrying a bucket came from a distance.

Chu Yang glanced at him inadvertently, and his eyes stopped on the other party.

Wei Yongyuan also spotted the person in the distance, and his smiling face suddenly turned dark.

"So Wei Ziyu is here."

The man walking towards him was none other than Wei Ziyu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

At this time, he was wearing coarse cloth clothes, with fine iron shackles on his hands and feet, and was walking towards a medicinal field carrying two wooden buckets filled with water. It seemed that he planned to water the elixir.

Not long after walking, Wei Ziyu glanced over here inadvertently. He stumbled suddenly and almost dropped the bucket to the ground. He was obviously frightened by the two people in the distance.

After waiting to stabilize his body, Wei Ziyu hesitated for a few seconds, and finally put down the pole and walked towards this side with an anxious expression.

Chu Yang glanced at Wei Yongyuan quietly and found that the old man's face was livid. Although his hands were behind his back, they were clenched into fists. He looked very angry.

"Son, Ziyu has met his grandfather."

Wei Ziyu took the initiative to kneel in front of Wei Yongyuan and saluted stammeringly.

"Haha, I don't dare to call you grandfather. Don't you and your bastard me want my life? I'm standing here now, why don't you take action?"

Wei Yongyuan asked suppressing his anger.

"My grandson is guilty and dare not defend himself. I ask my grandfather to punish me."

Wei Ziyu quickly lowered his head to apologize.

"Useless things!"

Seeing this, Wei Yongyuan kicked Wei Ziyu on the shoulder and kicked him away. He rolled several times in the medicine field before he stopped.

The ground here was mud, and there were herbs on his back. Wei Ziyu was not seriously injured. He quickly got up again and knelt in front of Wei Yongyuan again.

"Ziyu is unfilial, please be punished by your grandfather."

"You are very stubborn. Do you think I dare not clean up the house?"

Before Wei Ziyu could lower his head, Wei Yongyuan kicked Wei Ziyu straight into the chest again, kicking the guy out again.

This time Wei Yongyuan used a lot of force. Wei Ziyu fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood. It looked like he had suffered serious internal injuries.

"Ziyu doesn't dare, but he is willing to let his grandfather handle it."

Wei Ziyu was really not afraid of death and knelt down in front of Wei Yongyuan again.

Seeing this scene, Chu Yang felt very distressed. Of course, he didn't feel sorry for Wei Ziyu, but for those elixirs.

Chu Yang planned to exchange many of the elixirs that were defeated by Wei Zi in front. Now that they were messed up in this way, the elixirs were broken and rotten, and their value dropped a lot in an instant.

Seeing that Wei Yongyuan wanted to teach his grandson a lesson, Chu Yang quickly reached out and grabbed Wei Yongyuan, trying to stop the grandson and grandson from their prodigal behavior.

"Don't stop me, let me beat this bastard to death, otherwise the anger in my heart will never go away!"

Perhaps Wei Yongyuan's anger had subsided a bit, and after only a few symbolic struggles, he stood still angrily.

Chu Yang smiled bitterly and said: "Grandpa, if you want to teach your grandson a lesson, you can change your place. These elixirs are treasures. If you don't feel sorry for me, I still feel sorry for you!"

"Don't persuade me, let me beat this guy to death..."

Wei Yongyuan rolled up his sleeves and waved his hands to tell Chu Yang not to stop the fight. When he realized that Chu Yang was saying this for the sake of the elixir, he was suddenly choked and speechless.

Hearing Chu Yang's name, Wei Ziyu, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head and looked at Chu Yang in disbelief. This title of grandpa was not just called casually. Chu Yang called Wei Yongyuan such a dignified name, which made Wei Ziyu extremely surprised.

Combined with Wei Yuxin's previous request for Chu Yang to detoxify him, Wei Ziyu quickly realized that Chu Yang was his aunt's long-lost son!

When the two of them destroyed the elixir just now, Chu Yang felt distressed and stopped him. When he understood Wei Yongyuan's thoughts, he felt that what he said was a bit unreasonable, so he had to make amends:

"Grandpa, I've asked before. In fact, Wei Ziyu can't help himself. After all, he has no right to speak and is controlled by Jade Furong's poison. He has to do whatever he is told.

What's more, he didn't know about Third Uncle's disobedient act. It was only after the thieves from Xuanyin Sect exposed it that we knew Third Uncle's intentions. I think he is indeed guilty, but his crime is not worthy of death. If he is punished, let him be here. It's good to give up the merits, what do you think? "

"Wouldn't this give him an advantage?"

Wei Yongyuan was still angry and glared at Wei Ziyu fiercely.

It can be seen from Wei Yongyuan's behavior that he only wants to punish Wei Ziyu with a small punishment and a big warning. If he really wants to deal with Wei Ziyu, he will probably kick this guy to death with the first kick.

Chu Yang continued to persuade: "Grandpa, look at how he looks different from a prisoner in a labor camp. Just let him be responsible for watering and fertilizing the elixir here. You can release him one day when your anger subsides. This way It also allows him to make up for it.”

"Hmph, if you want to get rid of your merits, unless I come back to die, I will stay here for the rest of my life!"

Wei Yongyuan snorted angrily, then flicked his sleeves and walked away.

Chu Yang didn't know whether what he said was true or not, but when he saw Wei Ziyu looking at him gratefully, he gave him a helpless look, shrugged and walked towards Wei Yongyuan.

There was a lot of commotion here just now, and it had already alerted the steward in charge of the medicine field in the city, so the other party hurried over.

While Wei Ziyu was rolling around in the medicine field, the steward was stamping his feet not far away, obviously very dissatisfied with the scene in front of him.

When Chu Yang walked over, Wei Yongyuan was arguing with the fat steward not far away.

"Clan Chief, this is no small matter. Every elixir in Lingxi City has been recorded. If there is a problem with any one, the cause must be found out. Your fire just now ruined the lives of dozens of elixirs. , How can I explain it to my tribe?”

The fat steward had a sad expression on his face, as if he was a dead father. When he spoke, he stamped his feet so hard that the ground shook.