Chapter 37

Another 20,000 gold coins were sprinkled, and the pond was finally full.

It's just a turbulent muddy soup, and it will take a long time to settle before it becomes clear.

"Boss, this is a pond of poisonous water...do you want to purify it?"

An Rou shook her head.

The ghoul's poison had permeated the soil, even the bottom of the pond. Since water and soil couldn't be insulated, decontamination now would be a waste of money.

"Let's go check on the vegetable patch first."

The pond is located between the bungalow and the pickled cabbage shed, and the vegetable patch is next to the shed. Previously, you could just walk straight out the door, but now, with the addition of the pond, you have to take a longer detour to get to the place.

Ever since she discovered that the soil was poisonous, An Rou has been very careful and has never touched the soil again.

Who made her a fragile NPC?

She nodded to Paopao.

Paopao put on the string gloves and went into the vegetable field, digging out a handful of soil.

Rapeseeds are only three days old, so naturally they won't break through the soil. However, to determine whether soil purification is effective, just look at the condition of the seeds.

Mustard seeds are small, yellow-brown, round grains. After three days of soaking in moist soil, their color darkened slightly. Paopao shook off the dirt and exclaimed in surprise, "It's not rotten! And there are cracks!"

If there are cracks, it means it is about to sprout.

In this case, the purification operation can remove soil toxicity, and the effect has been confirmed.

"Don't be too happy," An Rou said. "You just dug in the middle of the vegetable patch. Try digging a handful from the edge and see."

As she expected, although the rapeseed buried at the edge was not completely destroyed, most of it was rotten.

The purified soil will be contaminated by the toxins in the surrounding soil.

In other words, An Rou not only has to spend 100,000 gold to purify the soil of the entire farm, but also has to invest in continuous maintenance costs to prevent land pollution outside the farm.

"Boss, let's purify all the land today and purify the pond water at the same time!" said Paopao.

"No hurry, let's take a look at the vegetables in the other half of the field."

What I just checked was the rapeseed that was watered and fertilized according to the normal procedure. The other half of the field was not watered or fertilized, but the soil quality and humidity were adjusted with gold coins.

He ran over and dug a handful, then excitedly used the Wind Step to jump to An Rou's side: "Boss, look! It's sprouted!"

For the first time, a child who grew up in the city experienced the joy of farming.

What's more, this place used to be a poisonous place.

An Rou also felt a sense of accomplishment and smiled. She took a deep breath and looked around at the beautiful scenery of the farm.

"I declare that today's main task is to cleanse the farm!"

"Yeah, let's get started!" Paopao shouted with his arms raised.

An Rou didn't respond. Paopao looked over and saw her tilting her head, looking towards the edge of the farm.

"Damn old man, why are you here again?" Paopao muttered.

An Rou waved her hand, placed her palm against his, and passed him 100,000 gold coins. "Start spreading them from the duck shed. Be quick and don't attract the attention of the soldiers on the city wall. - Bao Bao, if any of the Chosen Ones get close, kill them immediately."

After giving the instructions, she walked towards the fence.

An old farmer named Li Xiang looked over with a smile and said, "Miss An, how are you? I wasn't lying to you, was I? You really can't grow anything on this land."

It seems that his hearing is not good and his eyesight is not good either, so he didn't notice how happy Paopao was just now.

He opened an old newspaper and found a handful of soil inside. The color was lighter than the poisonous soil, but the texture was completely inferior to the purified soil in Anrou's vegetable garden.

"Look, girl! This is the soil from the old man's field. It's so good! One pound for one gold coin. It's absolutely worth it!"

From that day on, Li Xiang came over every day, leaning against the fence and looking out. An Rou ignored him and pretended not to see him. But how could this continue? He couldn't let his sudden wealth remain hidden underground all the time, could he?

It’s better to get rid of him as soon as possible.

An Rou looked at him with a forced smile: "Your land? Where's the deed? Show it to me."

Li Xiang was stunned: "Land deed? What's the point of looking at it?"

"If you want me to buy soil, of course I have to see the land deed. What if the land isn't yours and the owner comes looking for me later? Wouldn't I have to dig up the soil and return it to him?"

Seeing that his expression was starting to change, An Rou asked knowingly, "Are you a tenant farmer?"

NPCs won't lie, and Li Xiang can't pretend to be rich even if he tries to swell his face.

He said angrily, "What's wrong with being a tenant? This old man is renting the land from the mayor's family!"

It seems like a world of difference from renting land from ordinary people.

"Mayor!" An Rou covered her mouth exaggeratedly. "If I tell the mayor that someone is secretly digging up soil from his land and selling it, and he saves money, will he reward me with money?"

Li Xiang was stunned. It took him a while to find his tongue. He pointed at him with trembling fingers, "You, you, you...what did that An family kid teach you? If your father hadn't personally promised to raise enough money to buy soil within two months, I wouldn't have sent you any soil!"

As he gestured with his fingers, An Rou realized that there was a wheelbarrow parked behind him with two large baskets of soil on it.

"My dad?" An Rou couldn't digest his words for a moment.

Li Xiang snorted coldly, "This old country man won't sell anymore! I want to see how many seeds you're going to rot in the fields. Your father, selling buns from door to door, gets chased around like a rat by security guards. How much can he really give you to buy the seeds?"

"Wait, what do you mean?!"

But Li Xiang ignored her and walked away angrily with his wheelbarrow.

Paopao has the movement skill Wind Step, which allows him to scatter gold coins very quickly. In a short while, he has scattered half of the farm and stopped in front of Anrou.

"Boss, take a look. Is this density okay?"

An Rou grabbed his clothes and said, "Take me back to town right now!"

"Huh?" Seeing her showing a rare panic, Paopao was a little confused. "But I still have half the place left to spread the money, and there's so much money on the ground... Boss, what happened?"

The ground in the direction he ran towards was covered in dazzling golden light. Light and shadows flickered within it, and the face of a wealthy man floated up at his feet.

An Rou closed her eyes and let out a breath.

No matter what happens to An Younian, there is no need to rush.

"Hurry up and spend the rest of the money, then follow me to Zhongsu Town!"

*

The most open place in Zhongsu Town is undoubtedly the town square.

To the west of the square is the mayor's mansion. The huge square is like his front garden, and no one dares to set up a stall there.

Two hundred meters to the east, there are several relatively open streets and alleys. At sunset, the street corners are crowded with people, and the food on both sides emits a rich aroma with the steam rising from the hot air.

"Boss, how much are the buns?"

"A big meat bun costs 4 gold, and two steamed buns cost 3 gold." An Younian showed a simple smile.

Perhaps because he heard that it was cheaper than other places, the customer immediately ordered two buns and two steamed buns and handed over the gold coins.

An Younian was about to answer when someone suddenly shouted, "The security guards are here!"

A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and the street vendors immediately scattered like birds and beasts, some pedaling their bicycles, some pushing their handlebars.

The vendors fled in panic, the pedestrians dodged in panic, and the area within a few hundred meters was in chaos.

An Younian hurriedly got on the tricycle, but his clothes were grabbed by the customer.

"Hey, I haven't received the buns yet!"

A thin and short woman, with An Younian's strength, it would not be difficult to shake her off. But he hesitated for two seconds, and finally got out of the car to pack her things.

He was quite agile, but it still took him a while. When he got back on the bus, there was a wall of people standing in front of him. He twisted the heavy car around to turn around, but was also blocked from behind.

Seven or eight security guards, each tapping their palms with a T-shaped stick, looked at us with a smile.

"Where are you going?"

"We've already told you not to set up street vendors. You're breaking the law knowing it. You're really brave!"

An Younian's face turned pale: "Soldier, Soldier Master..."

At this time, a security guard leaned over to the man who looked like a leader and whispered, "Brother Hu, I recognize this guy. He used to be the owner of Nianfeng Steamed Bun Shop. His buns... are very filling and taste very good."

He even slurped his saliva while he was speaking.

Brother Hu suddenly realized: "Oh, so there is a storefront, no wonder you don't know the rules of the street. Xiaoliu, since you know it, I'll leave it to you."

"Okay."

Xiao Liu walked up to An Younian and patted his face. "Boss An, why are you closing your shop? I haven't eaten your buns in a few days, and I miss you so much."

An Younian had been hanging out on the streets for a few days, so he hurriedly made some buns and handed them over in a flattering manner.

But he was not good at speaking. He opened his mouth several times but couldn't say anything nice.

Xiaoliu snorted and chuckled, then swept the buns to the ground with a wave of his hand and stomped on one of them.

"Enough of the nonsense, this amount will save you a beating." He spread out his five fingers.

50? Of course not. Who would care about such a small amount of money?

5000? Even street vendors can’t afford that.

This is a long-term business with no capital investment. 500 is just right, neither more nor less.

An Younian hurriedly said, "I gave it to you, I gave it to you. I gave it to you the day before yesterday when Mr. Xu Bing came!"

Seeing that he was not getting the point, Xiao Liu frowned: "Lao Xu is Lao Xu, and our Brother Tiger is Brother Tiger! Stop the nonsense!"

He gave the tricycle a kick, causing the stacked steamers to sway, which made An Younian's eyelids twitch.

But 500 gold... is enough to buy 500 kilograms of good soil for my daughter...

He was reluctant to do so for a moment, but Brother Hu became impatient and made a gesture.

The other security guards rushed forward, some beating others, some grabbing the buns. An Younian's face was crushed by the boots, and he gritted his teeth.

If I can save 500 yuan by getting beaten, it's worth it.

He thought, his blurred vision suddenly stopped in a certain direction.

Through the gaps between several leather boots, he seemed to see his daughter's figure.

An Rou's mind went blank.

The scene before her was like a bucket of white paint poured down on her head, rendering her unable to think.

Instinctively, the Seven Souls Sword in his sleeve slipped into his hand, and he raised his paused feet and walked over.

The most primitive desire to kill spread in his body, his heart was beating rapidly, but his hands were becoming more and more steady, without even a trace of trembling.

This bunch of bastards!

"boss!"

Paopao was not familiar with An Younian after all, so she realized that the hawker who was beaten was actually the boss's father, and hurriedly grabbed An Rou's hand.

Unexpectedly, An Rou turned her wrist and the Seven Souls Sword slashed straight towards his arm.

The whole process took less than a second, but in that split second, Paopao thought through the possible consequences of a player killing an NPC. He made up his mind and refused to dodge or evade.

Of course he knew that the Seven Souls Sword belonged to Lan Wu, but if he died here, perhaps it would wake the boss up.

The Seven Souls Sword's attack power was incredibly high, and before it even made contact with his skin, Paopao could sense the icy aura of death. It passed through the arm guard unhindered, slicing through the defenseless clothing. Just as it was about to penetrate his arm, it suddenly stopped.

A delicate voice sounded beside him.

"What are you doing?! Stop it!"