An old farmer said that the gold juice from the small roots was of poor quality.
Xiao Genzi was unhappy.
"Old man, don't look at my spoonful of fertilizer, it's just a small amount. If you spread it evenly, it can fertilize an acre of land.
If you think it's not enough, I can give you this bucket.
But I don't like you to casually say that it's not good enough. What do you know about me?"
The old man smiled and said, "What other sect can you be from? Judging from your attire, you must be a gold cultivator."
Xiao Genzi was stunned. Jin Xiu was so rare, but this old man could actually recognize him.
"Since you know that I am a gold cultivator, why do you still say that I am not good enough?"
"It's useless. Your golden juice doesn't even have any taste." As he spoke, the old man touched the golden juice in the spoon with his hand.
Xiao Genzi quickly took back the spoon: "Grandpa, you can't touch this. It will be difficult to wash if you touch it."
The old man had already touched it, so Xiao Genzi quickly found some medicine powder and helped him wash his hands.
The old man waved his hand and said, "Don't bother. Smell it yourself. Is there any smell?"
Xiao Genzi smelled the old man's hand and found that there was really no smell at all.
Did he take the wrong golden juice? Or does this old man have other tricks?
It was impossible to take the wrong golden juice, and Xiao Genzi was a little scared.
The old man put down his hoe and asked with a smile, "What level of cultivation have you reached?"
"This is not something you should ask." Xiao Genzi took two steps back.
The old man asked, "You are carrying five buckets. Could it be that you have reached the fifth level of cultivation?"
Xiao Genzi heard the chest and said, "Yes, there are five floors!"
Of course, he did not have the fifth level of cultivation. The last time he met the peddler, he bought ten buckets and carried five of them on his back. He could not carry the remaining five, so he kept them as spares.
The old man shook his head and said, "If he really has the fifth level of cultivation, then this is too poor. The fifth level of gold juice, if spilled casually, can turn a living person into mud."
The old man waved his hand, and one of the buckets on Xiao Genzi's body disappeared.
In surprise, the old man took out a small spoon from his arms, stirred the bucket twice, scooped out a spoonful, and threw it on the stone next to him.
With a series of hissing sounds, the stones immediately turned into mud.
Genzi was so frightened that he almost dropped the bucket.
The old man held up the spoon and smiled, "Tell me the truth, what level are you on?"
Genzi said with all his might, "It's the fifth floor!"
"You are such a boaster!" the old man was angry. "With your golden juice, it's barely enough for three layers!"
Three layers enough?
Genzi is a second-level gold cultivator and can mix third-level gold juice. In the past, little Genzi would have been a little proud.
But now was not the time to be proud, as he didn't know the old man's origins.
"There is still someone in the Taoist sect, and he is still a strong man," the old man laughed, "To make golden juice, you can't just work hard, here is a trick, put the bucket down first and see my skills."
…
Li Banfeng brought Cao Zhida to Lanyang Village and looked for Xiao Genzi.
Many people in Lanyang Village knew Genzi. They all said that he went to practice with a bucket on his back, but they couldn't tell where he went, and no one was willing to watch him practice.
When it comes to reclaiming wasteland, we can't rely on Xiao Genzi alone. Li Banfeng asked Cao Zhida to recruit a group of pioneers in Lanyang Village.
There are many hunters in Lanyang Village, and many of them have made a living by reclaiming wasteland. Li Qi pays a lot of money, so many people sign up. However, the rules must be made clear: after reclaiming the wasteland, they have to become landlords.
Cao Zhida said, "Seventh Master, this is for you to open up wasteland. You have to be the landlord. The money has been paid, and you are still spoiling them?"
Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "This local god has different rules. The pioneers must be landlords."
Cao Zhida was stunned: "There is such a rule? Isn't this a bargain for these hunters?"
"Whether it's cheap or not, let's talk about it later."
The next day, Xiao Genzi did not come back. This was a common occurrence. Genzi would go out to practice and sometimes would not be seen for days and nights.
Li Banfeng led more than fifty people to the new land, but he ran back in less than a day because he was a sixth-level travel cultivator.
These people don't have this pace, they have to walk a long way.
…
He Haisheng got off the train and bought a newspaper at the station.
Newspaper headlines: Lu family special train was attacked and eleven soldiers were killed in the battle.
Who is so bold as to attack the Lu family’s special train?
This was not only aimed at the Lu family, but also at the train, which even offended the customs envoy.
He Haisheng took a quick look, hailed a rickshaw at the station entrance, and went to the He family mansion.
He Haiqin was eating pork elbow in the restaurant. When he heard that He Haisheng had returned, he hurried to the main hall to greet him: "Old Third, why are you back? Didn't I ask you to look after Jiaqing?"
He Haisheng looked around, He Haiqin understood what he meant, and took He Haisheng into the study.
"What happened?"
He Haisheng lowered his voice and said, "Brother, Jiaqing is not in a good condition."
He Haiqin was stunned: "What's wrong? Those doctors from other states don't treat him well, right? Is Jiaqing's injury getting worse again?"
"Brother, I'm not talking about the injury," He Haisheng sighed, "I think he is hiding something from you."
He Haiqin remained calm and asked, "What are you hiding from me?"
"I found this in Jiaqing's ward." He Haisheng took out a wooden box.
He Haiqin took the wooden box, broke the seal on the box, opened the lid, and a strong aroma of medicine filled his face.
"Jinyuan Pill?" He Haiqin looked at the quality of the pill.
He Haisheng said: "Thirty of the best Jin Yuan Dan, where do you think this thing came from?"
He Haiqin looked at the pill and said, "I guess it was made from red lotus."
"Wasn't Honglian taken back to Pro Province? No matter if it was his friend Li Banfeng or his fiancée Lu Xiaolan, she was taken back. This thing is not in Jiaqing's hands, but how did this pill appear in the hospital?"
He Haiqin put the pill back into the box and asked, "Where did you find this pill?"
"Toilet. That day I couldn't help wanting to smoke, so I lit one in the ward toilet. Through the smell of the cigarette, I could smell the medicine. I found a secret compartment on the wall behind the toilet and saw these pills.
This secret compartment must have been opened by Jiaqing, and these pills must have been hidden by him. Brother, what you said before was right, Jiaqing is indeed hiding something from us."
He Haiqin was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
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