At the foot of Qingyun Mountain,
Dozens of miles away from the sect, there was a village that didn't resemble a village at all.
Those who live here are mostly servants, and even relatives and companions of outer disciples.
Cultivation emphasizes severing ties with worldly affairs.
However, there is also a saying that when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.
The sect designated small plots of land, each about fifty square meters, and charged a rent of three spirit stones per year.
Used to support the lives of these "family members"
Most people build a small house of a few square meters, and then scatter some spirit grains on the remaining area.
Although the fields here don't even qualify as first-grade spirit fields, they are still located at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.
The crops grown from them often possess a more potent quality than those grown from other common grains.
Some people are even lucky enough that their plants mutate and become true spirit grains.
Ordinary grains, even a hundred catties, might only fetch five taels of silver, but at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, these grains rich in spiritual energy could sell for fifty taels.
If you happen to come across a grain seed that has mutated into a spiritual plant, a single rice stalk weighing less than an ounce can sell for 50 taels of silver, equivalent to half a spirit crystal.
The price difference between it and other grains is 1,000 times, and the price difference for ordinary grains is even more than 10,000 times!
Moreover, because of the abundant spiritual energy, although the crops here cannot be harvested monthly like in first-grade spiritual fields, they can still be grown in all four seasons of the year.
Yang Funeng was able to live here at his own expense for three years, and even sometimes help Ye Feng out, all thanks to this little bit of "land".
Because there are ten "spiritual seeds" in his land.
Under normal circumstances, even if a spirit seed grows in such a field, it cannot survive because there is not enough spiritual energy.
Therefore, the vast majority of people who obtain spirit seeds sell them directly; no one keeps them to use as seeds.
But Yang Fu deliberately left behind the spiritual seed and managed to cultivate it.
The reason was that he walked more than ten miles every day to a stream flowing down from the mountain to fetch water for his irrigation.
One trip each in the morning and evening!
If Yang Fu hadn't been a martial arts master in his younger days, he really wouldn't have been able to do this job.
This stream flows down from the mountain, naturally imbued with spiritual energy. Moreover, it is very close to Qingyun Mountain, so the spiritual energy has not completely dissipated, providing the spiritual seedlings with sufficient replenishment.
As dusk approached, Yang Fu returned from afar carrying water.
Before he even got home, he saw that the fence he had made had been disturbed. He frowned but didn't say anything.
The family next door, in order to take up more space, always likes to remove the narrow path that serves as a boundary in the middle.
Then the path naturally turned towards Yang Fu's side. Later, Yang Fu simply built a fence to enclose his land.
They thought this would make the other party give up, but they never expected that the neighbor would destroy the path and completely seize their land.
Now they've gone even further, even moving the fence that once stood there.
Even so, Yang Fu didn't want to cause trouble. His young master had a hard time within the sect, and it wouldn't be good if he caused trouble outside and incurred the sect's enemies...
Yang Fu, having reached the door, put down his carrying bucket, wiped the sweat from his brow, and smiled.
This batch of grain will be ready for harvest in a few days.
With these few spirit grains, we can sell them and help the young master pay off some of his debts. I don't know how many spirit stones he borrowed, so I can only help him out in small ways.
Yang Fu took out a water ladle and looked towards the middle of the field, where the ten spirit millet plants he had planted were located.
"1.2.....7....8"
Yang Fu's smile gradually froze. He could find the location of those ten spirit grains even with his eyes closed... but he still counted them twice.
Eight plants... two are missing!
Yang Fu took a water ladle and began watering each rice stalk one by one. Even if it wasn't spirit rice, other rice varieties would grow fuller and more robust under the irrigation of the stream.
Others sell 100 jin for 50 liang, but he can sell it for 100 liang.
The amount and quantity of each ladle of water poured are fixed, specifying where and how much to use.
The Lingxi River, which was originally just the right amount of water, has become half a ladleful today...
He picked up the last half ladle and drank it down.
After setting down the water ladle, Yang Fu returned to the field, picked up a small shovel, and began to turn over the soil where the seedlings had disappeared.
The people who previously removed the spirit valley trampled this place into solid ground, which will not only harden the soil here but also affect the remaining spirit seeds nearby.
After planting the spirit grain, only ordinary seeds can be planted next time; the spirit grain must be moved to a different location.
His movements were incredibly gentle, as if he were handling a beloved object, afraid of touching anything else.
His face remained expressionless, but the pent-up anger in his eyes burned ever brighter.
Finally finished.
Yang Fu stood up, let out a deep breath, and turned to walk into the house...
When he came out again, he was carrying an axe that was over a meter long.
The usually amiable and smiling old man, Mr. Yang, had vanished, replaced by a menacing and ruthless killer...
“Yang.…”
Yang Fu was usually quite popular. Two people passing by were about to greet him, but seeing his unfamiliar appearance, they immediately swallowed their words.
"Zhang Changgui! You come out here right now!"
Yang Fu waited ten seconds without receiving a response from inside, then grabbed his axe and chopped down.
"Bang!"
The wooden door to the small room was immediately smashed open, leaving a foot-long gash.
"Who the hell is banging on my door?!"
After a loud shout, the dilapidated door opened, and a burly man who looked to be in his forties or fifties walked out.
The burly man, carrying a long knife, showed a flicker of guilt in his eyes upon seeing Yang Fu, but it was quickly replaced by anger.
"Old man Yang, are you fucking crazy? How dare you smash my door!"
"Zhang Changgui, give me back my spirit grain!"
Yang Fu's voice was extremely calm, but anyone could hear the chill in it.
The two who followed then realized what had happened.
So she got bullied again...
"No wonder Old Yang was so menacing; it turns out the spirit grain was stolen..."
"Zhang Changgui is a notorious troublemaker... Sigh, it seems Old Yang won't be getting the spirit grain back."
Although the two men usually had a good relationship with Yang Fu, neither of them dared to step forward to help.
They're all here to accompany their children to school; if they cause trouble and get blamed, they'll be kicked out.
Being able to stay at the foot of the spiritually rich Qingyun Mountain, even without spiritual roots, would allow one to live for several more years!
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