The young monk didn't return until sunset, looking exhausted.

Shenxian glanced at it; she had a little less stuff in her hands, but not much. If she did this every day, it would be enough to sell for more than ten days.

It's not that there's enough supply, it's that sales are poor.

She discovered this yesterday when she was selling ghosts. Few people buy spirit soil, and it's only worth a little spirit crystal. It's not nearly as good as the hanged ghost, which has been getting inquiries about the price intermittently.

The fairy did not look down on the other party; on the contrary, she felt sorry for him.

She didn't receive a monthly allowance when she was a maid; the little she saved came from the young mistress's rewards during festivals, with New Year's money making up the majority.

"What are you doing?" The young monk spotted her from afar and stood warily at a distance.

The fairy stood up from the weeds, patted her little bottom, and asked, "Do you want the weeds?"

"Give it to me?"

"Dream on! Trade me food instead!"

"If you won't trade, get out of here!"

"Don't you want the weeds?" Fairy was getting a little anxious.

There are two cakes left. She'll eat one today, one tomorrow, and a small handful of spirit rice ripened by the gods the day after tomorrow. The day after that, she'll starve, and the day after that, she might die.

“I can collect weeds for free every day, why should I trade with you?” the young monk said.

“This—” The fairy hurriedly grabbed the branch at her waist.

"What are you doing?!" The young cultivator swiftly pulled out the carrying pole used for transporting goods, his left hand gripping the jade token.

As long as the jade token is crushed, the Qingyue Sect's enforcement team will arrive, and you will lose the jade token and the courtyard—this is equivalent to the payment for hiring the enforcement team.

"Think about what you have and what the other party needs," Li Changzhou said slowly.

Having worked as a maid, the fairy was clever enough to immediately say, "Give me food, and I'll bring rain to your spirit field tomorrow!"

As soon as she said that, she felt incredibly proud of herself. Making rain? Only a god could do that. Such a conversation only existed in storybooks.

The young monk hesitated.

"Didn't you just sell a ghost yesterday?" she asked, puzzled.

"I've spent it all."

"Six, six spirit stones, all gone?!"

“Yes.” Shenxian’er nodded.

She felt wronged; if it weren't for a deity, she could at least keep a few spirit crystals, so why did she have to beg for help here?

The young monk finally agreed: "You wait outside, but as you see, to prevent you from breaking your promise tomorrow, I'll also take this bundle of weeds."

"What if I do fulfill that obligation?"

"Then I'll give you some more food."

"good!"

The immortal stepped aside, allowing the young cultivator to carry the weeds inside. After a while, the young cultivator came out with a large bag of steamed buns.

"Is this enough?" she asked hesitantly.

When the fairy opened it, the steamed buns were snow-white, even whiter than the ones that Master Liu ate.

"That's enough, thank you, thank you!" she quickly said.

She hadn't expected so much, nor had she expected it to be so kind. It was just helping to make the rain once. Hmm, could it be that this little cultivator was taking pity on her?

"Remember our promise!"

"I remember, don't worry!"

The fairy carried a large bag of steamed buns and happily returned to her courtyard, where she immediately ate one.

"There's meat in it! And it's not steamed buns, it's dumplings!" Her eyes widened in disbelief. "My Lord, could there be poison in it?"

Eat yours.

They make a big fuss over a meal, making a lot of noise.

“But she’s so poor she’s selling mud and weeds, how can she afford meat?” the fairy said.

One spirit crystal can be exchanged for ten thousand taels of silver. She earned twenty thousand taels in total yesterday and today. What's wrong with eating some meat buns?

Suddenly, the fairy stopped talking.

She stood there, stunned.

She had heard the young mistress calculate that Master Liu owned a thousand acres of fertile land, three estates, and four concubines, yet his annual income was only four or five hundred taels.

"Ten thousand taels..."

Qigong techniques and the art of lovemaking had no impact on her as much as Li Changzhou's words. For the first time, she was acutely aware of the gap between cultivators and mortals.

She simply couldn't reconcile the image of a minor monk who weeded, carried water, and set up a stall with ten thousand taels of silver.

Shenxian'er took a bite of the steamed bun.

After a long while, a heart-wrenching scream echoed through the courtyard.

"A few tattered books! A few tattered books! Just a few tattered books cost me five spirit crystals, fifty thousand taels of silver! My hard-earned money!"

"

Even the fairy's heart was broken.

It even affected her evening breathing exercises.

Finally, Li Changzhou had to say: "Finish reading the book as soon as possible and sell it to a bookstore; maybe you can still recoup some of the cost."

In the world of cultivation, knowledge is equivalent to power and spiritual stones. To prevent piracy and prevent its private dissemination, various measures have been adopted to restrict it.

For example, the Yiwen Pavilion where Shenxian'er buys books has an identification spell that only she can see; no one else can see the text on it.

At the same time, bookstores also buy back books because of the high cost of producing them.

Of course, if you buy it with five spirit crystals, the buyback price might only be three spirit crystals, or even one or two.

The immortal read all night until he fell asleep with his head tilted to the side late at night. He didn't think about hanging ghosts or anything like that all day, so his fear was replaced by time.

The next morning, Shenxian woke up early. After finishing her cultivation, she carried a hoe and a steamed bun and rushed outside.

As a result, they encountered the junior monk again at the entrance.

Good morning.

"......morning."

Both of them secretly vowed to get up even earlier tomorrow.

They went up Lingtian Mountain one after the other.

In just one night, the weeds were already knee-high to an adult.

If this had happened before the value game began, one could have made a fortune just from a single spiritual field.

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