She knew everything from the beginning of entering the city to what was purchased after selling the blood rice.
After learning that Chen Tianjing and others had purchased horses and some ironware in her family's shop, Xie Hongyuan was certain that the Chen family was undoubtedly just a small family.
As for the mass grave, it was probably some unknown hill, perhaps a bit remote, otherwise there was no way to explain why they bought these things.
However, Xie Hongyuan was a little puzzled as to how a family that didn't even have horses in captivity and didn't even have iron tools could have a totem.
Could it be that they just found something to worship and called it a family totem?
In addition, there are other things purchased by these people. Bodhi fruit and purple ganoderma are nothing special, they are only useful to warriors in the Body Tempering Realm and Blood Coagulation Realm.
But that Tian Nanxing can only be used by warriors in the Innate Realm.
This means that the Chen family must have a warrior in the innate realm.
It is not surprising for a family to support a warrior in the innate realm, but Chen Tianjing was extravagant when spending jade coins, and he had almost spent all the jade coins from the sale of blood rice.
From this point of view, the Chen family is very likely to still have a lot of blood rice, and the blood rice they are selling this time is only a part of it. It is precisely because of this that they will not feel heartbroken.
After Xie Hongyuan figured it out, a glimmer of light appeared in her eyes. If this was true, then the family could not just stand idly by.
This blood rice will be of great benefit to the family.
However, how to deal with it afterwards still needs to wait for the tribesmen who were sent out to report back the specific situation.
The only thing that made Xie Hongyuan feel regretful was that the other three families might have sent people to follow him just like herself.
Thinking of this, Xie Hongyuan frowned slightly, and then said to herself:
"No, I have to report it to my family first, so as not to let the other three families get there first."
…
"Very good, you did the right thing."
"I have sent your third uncle to follow him."
At the Shi family, a dignified man nodded with satisfaction after hearing Shi Jian’s report in front of him.
In his hand was the blood rice that Shi Jian had just purchased.
Shi Jian smiled when he received the praise from the clan leader.
He is not very strong and does not have many people under him. It is too difficult for him to do this task. It is better to report it to the family and let the family take action. If the family gains something afterwards, he will naturally be the first hero.
Upon hearing that the clan leader had sent out his third uncle, Shi Jian became even more focused. It seemed that the clan leader attached great importance to this matter. His third uncle was a warrior who had already reached the innate realm.
"Chief, can this blood rice be cultivated?"
Looking at the bloody rice in his hand, Shi Jian suddenly asked.
If he could cultivate the blood rice in his hand, he would have accomplished a great feat this time.
The man picked up a bloody rice and shook his head slightly:
"This rice is essentially ordinary rice, but it is grown in a different place, which is why it has transformed into blood rice. It cannot be cultivated."
"If my guess is correct, there must be a piece of natural treasure land in the Chen family. This is the key to growing bleeding rice!"
Shi Jian's eyes lit up. A natural treasure! That's a rare thing.
Just like his Shi family, isn’t it because of a piece of precious land that they have developed into what they are today?
Until now, the Bodhi trees in the family are still shining for the family. Although they are helped by the family totem, this shows the importance of the natural treasure land!
It’s a pity that the Shi family is not the only one who knows this information. I’m afraid the other three families have already taken action.
The originally relatively peaceful Yong'an City was now undercurrent.
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"Qing Meng, are you hungry?"
In Yong'an City, two young men stopped and salivated as they sniffed the aroma coming from a restaurant not far away.
On the side, Chen Qingmeng was holding a piece of rough rice paper and writing something on it with a wolf-hair brush.
Hearing Chen Qinghe's complaining voice, Chen Qingmeng stopped what he was doing, looked at the food on the stall not far away, and pursed his lips.
"But we ran out of food when we got into town."
Chen Qinghe sighed helplessly.
He had already prepared a lot when he came out, but he didn't expect that the two of them consumed the food at a speed faster than he expected, so that now the two of them were growling with hunger.
"Qing Meng, don't remember these things for now, let's go find something to eat first."
Chen Qing shook his head fiercely:
"No, Grandpa said that we have to do something when we get out, so that we can report back to the boss."
Chen Qinghe didn't try to persuade him, which was a good thing, as he would be beaten less severely when he returned.
"Qing Meng, why don't we go find my dad and the others? I can't hold on any longer!"
"good!"
The two people who couldn't think of a solution hit it off and headed towards the place where Chen Tianjing and others had been before.
After entering the city, the two of them had secretly followed a group of people to inquire about the situation. After confirming the location where Chen Tianjing and his men were selling blood rice, they left. It was for now.
"There are so many things, my dad and the others probably haven't sold them all yet! We can still help sell them!"
Although he was going to be scolded, the hunger in his stomach made him ignore it.
Soon, the two of them arrived in front of the stall where Chen Tianjing and others had been.
But when the two arrived at the place, they saw only an empty space, with no familiar figures around.
This sudden change made Chen Qinghe open his eyes wide, and he said in astonishment:
"What about my dad who's that old?"
"Qing Meng, my father is gone!"
Chen Qing scratched his head fiercely:
"Have they gone back? Why don't we go back now too."
Chen Qinghe had a worried look on his face. Even if his father didn't go back, it would probably be difficult to find his father in such a big city.
After hearing Chen Qingmeng's suggestion, Chen Qinghe said:
"We have to go back, but we have to find something to eat first, otherwise we will starve to death halfway through the journey."
…
As the night grew darker, Chen Tianjing and his group began to set up camp beside the not-so-wide road.
It took them six days to travel from their home town to Yong'an City.
Now on the return journey, although there is no blood rice and other goods to encumber us, there are other things added, and it will take at least five days to walk back.
As for why he didn't ride a horse, Chen Tianjing had his own ideas in mind.
When Chen Tianjing and his companions were setting up camp, on a big tree in the distance, a man in black clothes, with long hair draped over his shoulders and bangs covering his forehead, leaving only a pair of deep eyes exposed, was squatting quietly on the tree, watching the movements of Chen Tianjing and his companions.
Seeing that the few people stopped and were not about to move forward, the man frowned, but did not make any other moves. Instead, he leaned against the treetop, ready to spend the night like this.
But just as he closed his eyes and took a breath, his eyes suddenly opened and he looked at another big tree not far from him.
There was also a figure lurking in that tree.
When the man in black looked at that person, the other person seemed to have a premonition as well.
The two people's eyes soon met in the air, and each of them frowned slightly.
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