Chapter 446: Not even half a pork leg is spared!
A dozen people came out of the woods carrying heavy wooden poles, on which were tied bulging grain bags containing rice, flour, grain and oil.
Even two servants were carrying half a pig's back.
"Mr. Zhang?!"
The middle-aged man in the lead widened his eyes. "Are you here to give gifts too?"
"Hey, Shopkeeper Tong."
The fat man called Mr. Zhang wiped his sweat and smiled with wrinkles on his face, "What a coincidence, running into you here."
"You...what are you doing?"
Shopkeeper Tong pointed at the grain bag and pork, with shock almost showing on his face.
"I think giving gold and silver is too vulgar. It would be better to prepare some real food and meat to give the immortals a snack!"
Mr. Zhang patted the grain bag beside him. The sackcloth was still stained with dirt. "They are all grown in our own fields. They are absolutely fresh!"
Shopkeeper Tong sneered and shook the red silk gift box, "Jinting Mountain doesn't even look down on my thousand-year-old ginseng, so how could they possibly need your rice and flour?"
The attendants' whispers became lively again. Some people whispered, "So Jin Tingshan likes this", and some people stared at the red silk gift box of Manager Tong and laughed.
Lu Yao, who was standing by, felt his temples throbbing.
The dignified Lingtian Pavilion, a prestigious sect in the world of immortal cultivation, actually accepted gifts from a group of ordinary people, not even letting go of half a pig?
This group of apprentices.
What exactly did you do?
"Shopkeeper Tong, you don't know this."
Mr. Zhang approached mysteriously, "I heard that recently, all the gold, silver, and jade gifts brought by those who came were thrown out. The other day, Old Man Wang from Lijiazhuang brought two baskets of meat buns, three laying hens, and some homemade rice wine, and they were all politely accepted by the immortal masters of Jinting Mountain!"
He patted the half-skewered pork covered in oilcloth and said, "Well, I wouldn't dare give you anything too expensive."
Shopkeeper Tong's jaw nearly dropped to the ground, the red silk gift box rustling in his hands. "Just for a few meat buns?"
No wonder he refused to accept the thousand-year-old ginseng.
Do you really not care about feelings?
"Jin Tingshan, did you really accept the gift?" Lu Yao took a deep breath, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
"That's not true."
Mr. Zhang's face was wrinkled but he smiled as brightly as a chrysanthemum. "I won't talk to you anymore. I have to send the things up quickly!"
Mr. Zhang patted the oilcloth and urged his followers to speed up.
Shopkeeper Tong watched Mr. Zhang and his group heading up the mountain. After a moment's hesitation, he hurriedly said to the servant beside him, "Go back immediately and take over the pork and grain shops at the east entrance of the village! Then hire a few skilled chefs to steam hundreds of meat buns overnight!"
He clenched his fists and looked at the red silk gift box in his hand, which had lost its luster. "What kind of thousand-year-old ginseng is that? It's all empty talk! What Jinting Mountain wants is this reality!"
The followers looked at each other in confusion.
One of them spoke cautiously: "Master, we just spent a lot of money to buy ginseng..."
"What are you talking about ginseng?"
Shopkeeper Tong kicked a stone on the roadside, startling a few sparrows that were perched on the grain sacks. "Hurry up! If you're late, someone else will get there first."
"yes!"
The servants hurried down the mountain.
Lu Yao stared at the team going away on the mountain road and sighed.
"Master Lu has a very charismatic personality. He's given meat buns to eat as soon as he comes back." Su Qian's eyebrows curved, and her fingertips gently poked the back of Lu Yao's tense hand. "It seems that the kitchen in Jinting Mountain will no longer have to worry about food in the future."
"Qianqian."
Lu Yao lowered his eyes and looked at her smiling eyes, his face full of helplessness.
How come this is different from what he imagined?
Back last time.
As the ten famous and upright sects came to encircle them, everyone in Jinting Mountain was on high alert, with swords and sabers flashing outside the barrier.
Lingtian Pavilion is an existence that everyone in the entire world of immortal cultivation wants to kill and avoid.
They are called a group of demons.
However, that was only a short time ago.
Some ordinary people actually lined up to give gifts?
The style of the painting changed so quickly that it almost broke Lu Yao's waist.
"Let's go up the mountain. I want to see what this group of evil disciples have done to Jinting Mountain."
He wanted to fly straight back.
But after thinking about it, he decided not to alarm the barrier and let his disciples notice.
On the mountain.
Li Qingshan leaned back in his chair with a tired look on his face, looking at the food scattered on the ground with an expression of despair.
"Crazy! Totally crazy!"
He rubbed his throbbing temple fiercely with one hand. "Isn't our Jinting Mountain called the 'Devil's Cave'? How come these people are acting like they've seen a living Buddha, trying every possible way to stuff things onto the mountain!"
The large open space was filled with fresh rice, bags of corn, smoked bacon, etc.
The outer disciples nearby carried the food and flew towards the kitchen.
"Brother Li, the dining hall is almost full."
An outer disciple spoke.
"Get out!" Li Qingshan was already annoyed.
"Third brother, Master just reiterated the sect rule of 'not accepting gifts' before he went into seclusion last time. If you knew..." The fourth brother stood aside, looking hesitant.
"It has nothing to do with me."
Li Qingshan hurriedly distanced himself from the matter, "You collected all of this. If Master asks about it, don't drag me into it. I'll punish you with one."
"Third Brother, you are not fair!"
The fourth child blushed, "It was obviously the eldest sister who took the lead in collecting the meat buns, and you just stole the osmanthus cake that Aunt Wang gave you!"
"I……"
Li Qingshan opened his mouth, looking guilty.
Well, the osmanthus cake just now tasted really good.
He was powerless to refute.
"Anyway, you are not allowed to take any more things." Li Qingshan straightened his expression, "If anyone comes again, throw them all down the mountain with their belongings!"
"We are demons, do you understand?"
With his current posture, he no longer looks like a devil.
"Brother Li! Something bad has happened!"
Before he finished speaking.
The outer sect disciple stumbled in, his clothes still stained with mud. "Mr. Zhang from Hexi Town has arrived, bringing with him a dozen strong men, carrying half a pig, three carts of rice, and a pile of grain up the mountain. He wants to see you!"
Li Qingshan almost fell off the stool when he heard this.
"not see!"
Li Qingshan's temples were throbbing.
He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the bulging veins on his forehead, "Just say Jinting Mountain is not..."
"It's... too late."
Before the outer sect disciple finished speaking, Zhang Yuanwai's hearty laughter could be heard from outside the courtyard: "Master Li! I'm here with a thank you gift!"
Immediately followed by a muffled "bang" sound.
Half a pork loin fell heavily on the bluestone slab, startling the sparrows under the eaves.
For a moment, there was complete silence.
Li Qingshan and Lao Si looked at the half piece of pork that was still shaking slightly on the ground and several large boxes of grain, and they were speechless.
The two looked at each other.
To accept or not to accept?
“Get out, get out, get out!”
Li Qingshan waved his hand without a good word, "Take your things and leave quickly! Jinting Mountain won't accept them..."
"Hey! Immortal, please don't be polite to me!"
Mr. Zhang pretended not to hear anything, brushed off the dust on his body, and grabbed Li Qingshan's arm with his fat palm. "If the immortals of Jinting Mountain hadn't killed the baboon overnight, my thousand acres of fertile land and my many children and grandchildren would have been..."
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