Just by looking at the appearance of the things Lin Jingge brought, the waiter knew that this was not something he could decide. After carefully putting the unhulled spirit rice back, he said to Lin Jingge, "Please wait here for a moment, young lady. I will go and invite my manager."

Following the waiter's instructions, Lin Jingge sat on a mahogany chair in the lobby and waited.

Not long after, a middle-aged man came out with the waiter.

The man had a goatee and a pair of shrewd, somewhat sunken eyes.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Lin Jingge stood up. Before he could speak, the other person reached out and grabbed a handful of unhulled spirit rice. A hint of excitement flashed in the person's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

The middle-aged man casually tossed the millet in his hand into his basket, stroked his beard, and looked Lin Jingge up and down with his eyes.

"I wonder how much of this spirit rice you have at home?" he asked.

Lin Jingge: "Not much, only about a hundred catties."

"One hundred coins a catty, we'll take the rest." After looking Lin Jingge up and down, the shopkeeper felt contempt for her because she was dressed in the cheapest coarse cloth.

The waiter was surprised that his shopkeeper would offer such a price, but he didn't dare to say anything and could only stand quietly behind the shopkeeper.

"One hundred coins? You might as well just let me give it to you for free, I'm not buying it!" Hearing this price, Lin Jingge couldn't help but roll her eyes, picked up her basket, and turned to leave.

The shopkeeper initially thought the other party was a country girl who didn't know the value of the spirit rice and was trying to drive down the price. However, he didn't expect that the other party would be too lazy to haggle and just leave.

Considering the value of the spirit rice, how could he let the other party leave like that? He quickly chased after them.

Although Lin Jingge didn't know how much her family's spirit rice was worth, even low-grade spirit rice cost 200 coins per pound. The spirit rice in her basket, while not high-grade, was at least mid-grade, costing only 100 coins. Did they really think she was easy to fool?

She hated doing business with people like that, because she knew she might get ripped off at any time, so she left without hesitation.

"Hey, wait a minute, if you think this price is too low, we can talk about it some more." The shopkeeper hurriedly chased after him, his original intention to take advantage of the situation having been greatly diminished.

Perhaps she was in too much of a hurry, because Lin Jingge bumped into someone as she left the house. Her body swayed, and some of the unhulled spirit rice in her basket spilled out.

She quickly picked up the rice that had been scattered on the ground and put it into her basket.

The girl she bumped into wasn't as lucky as Lin Jingge. She was knocked to the ground, and the sudden pain in her buttocks left her stunned, while her hands were also scraped and cut.

Just as she was about to make her move, her eyes caught sight of the green rice in the other person's hand. She casually picked up a grain and held it in her hand. This tiny grain of spiritual rice actually made her feel a faint spiritual energy.

"Oh, Miss Qian, what brings you here?" Upon seeing the person still sitting on the ground, the shopkeeper disregarded Lin Jingge and hurriedly stepped forward to help her up.

As the other person approached, Miss Qian stood up. Ignoring the shopkeeper, she walked up to Lin Jingge, who was squatting on the ground picking up grains of rice: "Are you selling this spirit rice? If so, I'll take it all!"

Lin Jingge looked up and saw a delicate-looking girl talking to her. There were scratches on her palms, probably from when she bumped into her and fell.

"There are still over a hundred catties left, one tael of silver per catty, do you want it?" After replying to Miss Qian, Lin Jingge picked up the last grain and then carried the basket on her back.

The grain shop owner was surprised to be involved with these two. His expression changed slightly, and he quickly stepped forward: "Miss Qian, I'm so sorry, my grain shop has already accepted this spirit rice."

After the grain shopkeeper finished speaking, he didn't forget to glare at Lin Jingge, a glare that contained a threat, hoping that the other party would know when to back down.

"When did I say I was going to sell to you?" Lin Jingge tilted her head and looked at the shopkeeper.

If the other party hadn't pressured her so much in the first place, she might have sold it directly. But instead—she had the nerve to ask for 100 coins per catty.

Remembering his master's instructions, the shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said, "Miss, I can buy spirit rice at twice the price Miss Qian offers, so please sell it to me!"

The shopkeeper was also a cultivator, and he could sense the spiritual energy within the spirit rice. This was much better than the high-grade spirit rice he had collected. He had originally planned to rip them off, but who knew the other party was a connoisseur.

Upon hearing this, Miss Qian immediately became displeased. She raised an eyebrow, shielded Lin Jingge behind her, and looked at the shopkeeper: "Are you trying to outdo me in wealth?"

The shopkeeper dared not offend this important customer and hurriedly said, "Miss Qian, this spirit rice is very important to me, please give it to me!"

“My brother is about to break through to the fifth level, and he needs it too, so it’s impossible for him to give it to me.” After saying that, Miss Qian looked at Lin Jingge: “Look, can I send someone to your house to pick up the rice today? I’ll give you the money first.”

As if afraid that Lin Jingge would change her mind, as soon as she finished speaking, she took out a bag of silver and stuffed it into Lin Jingge's arms.

Miss Qian looked like the delicate, pampered girl who had been raised in seclusion. Lin Jingge thought so too when she first saw her. However, seeing her carefree and uninhibited mannerisms, it didn't match her face at all.

"You're paying before you've even received the goods? Aren't you afraid I'll cheat you?" She took Ms. Qian's money bag, both amused and exasperated.

The two left without giving the shopkeeper even a second glance.

The shopkeeper stared at the two figures with a gloomy look in his eyes, flicked his sleeves, and stormed into the shop. Before leaving, he warned the waiter, "Don't tell anyone what happened today! If I hear anything, you can forget about working here!"

The shopkeeper was a first-level cultivator, and his words carried an air of authority. The ordinary waiter was no match for him and trembled as he responded.

Miss Qian valued the spiritual rice in Lin Jin's songs very much, and personally led people to Qingyun Village to collect the goods. Looking at the truckload of spiritual rice emitting a green ghostly aura, she was overjoyed.

With these spirit rice, her brother has a good chance of breaking through!

Before leaving, she secretly slipped a brocade pouch into Lin Jingge's hand: "Next time you have this kind of spiritual rice, remember to go to the Qian family in the north of the city to find me. I'll take as much as they have!"

Miss Qian isn't afraid of spending money; what she's afraid of is spending money but not being able to buy something that can aid in cultivation.

The reason why spiritual plants are so popular is that they can nourish the body and enhance cultivation. Although the effect is slight, it can accumulate over time and has no harm whatsoever. You know, pills have the danger of poison, so you don't dare to eat too much of them. But spiritual plants are different. Apart from making people feel full, they have no other harm.

Only after Ms. Qian left did the villagers dare to approach.

"Miss Mu, your family has really made something of themselves now!" someone said sourly.

If a batch of spirit rice can be grown in less than a month, who knows how much silver they will earn in a year? How can it not make people envious?

Lin Jingge simply smiled and didn't reply. She squeezed the brocade pouch in her hand, feeling a very comfortable aura rush from her palm straight to her brain.

"Ding~ Energy detected, absorb?" Xiao Shi's voice suddenly sounded in her mind.

It was Xiao Shi's voice! Lin Jingge was thrilled.

Now, she couldn't care less about dealing with the villagers outside the door; she just wanted to get back inside as quickly as possible.