Chapter 27: Spirit Rice Sold Out

Ji Xuan noticed the Lingmi rice as soon as it was listed in the Xianshan Farm section.

Because of its high price, this spirit rice is the only item left in the special area, a whole basket full, placed in the very center of the area.

Not long ago, a cooperation agreement was reached between Boan Technology and Xiadu Company, and Ji Xuan received a large bonus. Now is the time when he is not short of money.

Out of love and trust for Xianshan Farm, Ji Xuan didn't even look at the price of 128 yuan per jin (500g) carefully before grabbing a plastic bag and weighing five jin.

I originally wanted to buy some Chinese cabbage to cook noodles for breakfast, but now I can only buy some of this Ling rice.

However, there was no time to cook porridge for breakfast, so Ji Xuan simply left the spirit rice at home, picked up her bag, and went to the company, where she bought some pre-made breakfast dishes downstairs.

Because of the collaboration with a large company, the employees of Boan Technology have been extremely busy lately.

It wasn't until 10 p.m. that Ji Xuan walked out of the company building, looking exhausted.

Forcing himself to stay awake, Ji Xuan drove home. Although he hadn't eaten dinner, he had no appetite for cooking and went straight to bed after taking a shower.

If he had to choose between eating dinner and sleeping, he would choose sleeping.

You won't starve to death if you skip a meal, but you might die suddenly if you don't sleep.

However, at three in the morning, Ji Xuan turned over and was suddenly awakened by severe pain in her stomach.

You won't starve to death if you skip a meal, but people with sensitive stomachs will experience excruciating pain!

Stomach problems and gastroenteritis are hardly standard ailments for CEOs; they're practically standard ailments for working-class people like them with irregular schedules and diets.

Ji Xuan stared blankly, his face covered in cold sweat from the pain. He clutched his stomach, got up, and went to the living room to take his medicine.

The medicine would take a while to take effect, and Ji Xuan sat weakly on the sofa, too pained to fall asleep.

He stared at the ceiling, wondering whether it was the pre-made breakfast this morning or skipping dinner that ruined him.

Half an hour later, the painkillers finally relieved the pain a little, but Ji Xuan started to feel nauseous again.

He ran to the toilet, bent over and stood in front of the toilet, but he couldn't vomit and felt weak and sore all over.

Ji Xuan rolled her eyes, mentally complaining, and went back to bed.

He felt so uncomfortable that he broke out in a cold sweat. Before sunrise, he went to the toilet several more times, but still couldn't vomit.

This feeling is pure torture.

The house was brightly lit around 7 a.m.

Ji Xuan stood in front of the toilet, made up his mind, and choked.

At times like this, just vomiting makes you feel much better.

However, the feeling of vomiting was also very unpleasant and almost killed him.

But after the nausea and vomiting subsided, Ji Xuan only experienced weakness in her limbs.

After rinsing his mouth, he lay in bed for a while, and his stomach started to ache again.

Ji Xuan suddenly remembered the taste of the rice water that his mother drained before steaming rice in a steamer when he was a child.

At times like these, he felt increasingly vulnerable and longed for the taste of rice porridge.

Ji Xuan wiped her eyes, forced herself to get up, and cooked some rice porridge with the spirit rice she had bought yesterday.

The slightly thick, white rice soup was served in a bowl, still steaming with the aroma of rice.

After a while, Ji Xuan picked up the bowl and began to drink it in small sips.

The warm rice porridge soothed my stomach and intestines, as if smoothing out the knots in my stomach, and the pain gradually disappeared.

After finishing the bowl, Ji Xuan was surprised to find that the pain in her stomach and intestines had disappeared, and she had regained strength in her limbs.

He suddenly remembered that the assistant to the vice president of that big company in Xiadu had mentioned that the cabbages from Xianshan Farm were amazing and had solved the vice president's constipation problem.

It's also produced by the same Xianshan Farm, yet it's sold at such a high price; this Lingmi must be extraordinary.

The gastroenteritis that had tormented him for half the night had vanished without a trace, and he felt exceptionally relaxed and comfortable, as if he had returned to the time when his body was at its healthiest.

Spirit rice, spirit rice, could it be rice with a spirit?

Ji Xuan looked at the rice in front of her, then suddenly remembered something. She changed her shoes and went out while making a phone call.

His boss was woken up by his phone call and heard him hurriedly say, "Xiao Ping An Supermarket has launched a new product called Lingmi. I advise you to go and buy a few hundred kilograms to stock up."

Otherwise, once more people discover how good this spiritual rice is, they might not be able to get their hands on it.

The boss looked bewildered, but Ji Xuan had already hung up the phone and drove to Xiaoping'an Supermarket in her pajamas.

Ji Xuan ran into the Fairy Mountain Farm area, panting, and asked the staff, "Is there a purchase limit on this spirit rice?"

The staff member was taken aback, thought for a moment, and said, "There are currently no purchase restrictions."

Initially, they wanted to limit the purchase, but the price of Lingmi rice was too high, so the owner, Yang Hao, wanted to observe for a few more days to see how many kilograms would be appropriate for the limit.

Very good.

Ji Xuan was overjoyed: "Then I want two hundred catties."

He is now all alone in his family, and 200 jin of rice is enough for him to eat for more than a year!

A customer who happened to be browsing nearby heard Ji Xuan's words and was shocked: "Dude, two hundred catties is more than twenty thousand yuan, you bought so much?!"

“Yes.” Ji Xuan’s eyes didn’t spare him either, focusing intently on the staff weighing the rice.

Spending over 20,000 yuan a year to eat such good Ling rice is definitely worth it.

The customer glanced at Ji Xuan, then at the spirit rice in the wooden basket.

Is this expensive rice really that good?

After thinking for a moment, the customer also stepped forward and weighed two jin (1 kg).

It's just over two hundred yuan; consider it buying some new gadgets for your family to try.

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[Where did this wealthy person come from who bought all my Lingmi rice? Didn't everyone say it was too expensive to buy? How did it sell out so quickly?]

[It's strange, a few days ago only a handful of people bought a few kilograms, but today it's all gone.]

[Damn it! Leave me a hundred catties! Fifty catties will do too! Who on earth stole all my spirit rice?! @Immortal Mountain Farm Owner, didn't you want to make money? Here you go, hurry up and put more on the shelves!]

"Ugh, here we go again. What kind of hype are you trying to give this so-called 'spiritual rice' this time? I think it's just ordinary rice, just trying to fleece you bunch of gullible rich fools."

[Those who haven't tried it shouldn't be sour grapes. Those who have tasted this Lingmi rice know whether it's worth it or not; you don't need to be sour.]

This spirit rice is truly amazing! I'm starting to suspect it really does grow in a sacred mountain. My grandmother, who is over eighty years old, was sick a few days ago and couldn't eat anything. After drinking rice porridge three times, her condition improved significantly, and she's even been able to eat solid food these past few days.

Is it really that miraculous? Promoting ordinary rice and vegetables as having medicinal effects is risky; be careful, it might backfire.

With the promotion from those who had bought Lingmi, online discussions about Lingmi surged again, even trending on social media.

Li Chang'an was too busy to go online until he received a call from Yang Hao.

Spirit rice, after all, possesses spiritual energy and is very durable, resistant to insects and rot. Therefore, he supplied 600 jin of spirit rice to Xiaoping'an Supermarket in one go this time.

Unexpectedly, all 600 jin were sold out in just four days.

“I can’t supply spirit rice any longer for the time being.” Li Chang’an looked at the rice paddies. “The new batch hasn’t been planted yet. It will probably take another three months for it to mature.”

Yang Hao wasn't disappointed, and his tone remained cheerful: "Okay, I'll put up a notice in the special area."

After they finished speaking, the two hung up the phone.

Li Chang'an stood by the rice paddy, gazing at the lush green expanse.

He sowed clover seeds in this field, and with the blessing of the inferior spiritual soil, the grass sprouted green leaves several centimeters high in just four days. It is estimated that it will flower and produce new seeds in another two days.

When the second round of planting arrives, spirit-grade purple clover will grow and produce spirit-grade seeds.

When the time comes, scatter the spirit-grade purple clover seeds, and after they grow, bury the spirit-grade purple clover roots in the ground, which will replenish the spiritual energy to the inferior spiritual soil.

This is the method Li Chang'an came up with to consolidate the spiritual energy in the inferior spiritual soil.

In this way, there will be no need to worry about the loss of spiritual energy from inferior spiritual soil.

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Author's Note: The plot of this story is purely fictional. If you're sick, you should still see a doctor! [hugs]

The original outline was to plant *Veronica persica* to strengthen the spiritual energy; it's the kind of grass with small blue flowers that grows in fields. However, the name might not be very common and doesn't quite fit the overall style. (Since it's a fictional, modern cultivation world, the word "Arabian" feels a bit odd, and writing "Veronica persica" might not immediately evoke the image of a flower.) So, I changed it to *Corydalis fulva* [exaggerated]. It's also a type of green manure used in fields, and the purple flowers are quite pretty [exaggerated].