Chapter 40: Laurel Seedlings "Your calculation is just right?" Huang...
"Your calculation is just right, kid?" Old Huang said, both angrily and amused.
There are rules for growing strange plants. Generally speaking, at least half of the output of strange plants must be exchanged for strange beads or even rare resources to prepare for the next flowering and fruiting. The Yangteng Fruit has a weak foundation, so this has to be increased, to at least 60%.
In this case, the village will not make any money in the early stages and will also spend a lot of manpower and material resources.
But that's not impossible. What He Qi said does make sense. They decided to go to Baiwu Forest this time. Lu Wazi's words will play a big role. One tenth of it will be fine. Yangteng Fruit just needs careful care in the early stage. When it slowly recovers, the village's investment will slowly become less. Isn't it the same with Qingmizi? After years of investment, the village only needs to invest 40% every time it blooms and bears fruit.
"Yes!" Mr. Huang thought carefully for a moment and nodded slowly.
He Qi smiled with satisfaction when he heard this. Hehe, he was asking this question at the bottom line of the village elders. Everyone could see Lu Wazi's contribution this time, so it was only natural that he should take credit for it. He had also asked his brother before asking, and He Si also agreed, which meant there was a way out. Now there were several members of the He family in this carriage, so if he didn't mention this matter, when would he do it?
One percent of the yangteng fruit plus the share of yangteng fruit that Ah Xi got, the resources are enough for Lu Wazi's family of three.
He Qi heaved a sigh of relief. They, the elders, no longer had to worry about these three talented kids not having enough resources and thus failing in their foundation.
There's nothing to do after the discussion.
Ye Lu was like a mascot. He was first taken out and displayed by his seventh uncle. After that, he was stuffed with some good things and kicked back home. Everyone in the carriage still looked at him as an elder.
When they returned to their own carriage, the ghost scholar looked at Ye Lu in confusion. After Ye Lu got on the carriage, he asked, "What's wrong, Brother Ye?"
"..." Ye Lu slowly expressed his feelings in the car. Ximingren went out to drive early, and his share was all in accordance with the village rules. This was considered a blessing of the rules. Ximingren originally went to Baiwu Forest with the idea of training him, but they never expected that he would come back with something big.
After hearing this, the ghost scholar's expression fluctuated for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.
The ghost scholar actually understood the villagers' thoughts very well. He used to be very down-to-earth. When he was an official, he would go to the fields from time to time to care about farming. As for the remaining two, none of them were down-to-earth.
"Normal. The three of us don't farm, so we are not considered the head of the family in the eyes of farmers." The ghost scholar understood and was in a good mood to comfort Ye Lu, explaining: "The head of the family is not only responsible for fighting, but also for taking care of everything at home and outside, eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, sleeping, and making sure all the family members can survive. That's the head of the family."
Their Taoist priest... can't really be considered one. Strictly speaking, most of the things are currently done by the ghost scholar. Otherwise, how would Ye Lu have so much time to go out?
"At least you have great talent, and the villagers all listen to your suggestions." The ghost scholar saw that Ye Lu was still a little unhappy, so he simply changed his angle to appease him. You see, Ye Lu is not even considered the head of the family in the village, but it is because of his great talent that the villagers look up to him and are willing to listen to his opinions on everything. This in itself shows how terrifying Ye Lu's talent is.
Of course, the ghost scholar didn't say that most of the questions asked by the villagers were about fighting and weird things, and no one asked about farming.
After they settle down, it will be their turn to ask others.
Ye Lu calmed down. He was not angry, he was just a little depressed. He had always been the one in charge of the team, but he did not expect that after entering this world, he would still be treated as a junior. However, Ye Lu was not angry, as juniors got more good things.
"Let's do the math first and see how many good things we have left. We will be at the market soon and we'll see if we can exchange some good things for them." Ye Lu said to the ghost scholar in a deep voice, while explaining clearly his share of Yang Teng and the share of Yang Teng obtained by the playboy.
This is considered their family property.
The ghost scholar had a calculation in mind. He spoke slowly when he heard it: "We have a total of 330 green millet seeds in our family. At first, when the villagers awakened, we each gave some, about 10 to 20 pieces. We have already used them up. Later, when you awakened your talent and saved the whole village, the village elders and Helan chieftain sent several more pieces, which increased the number to more than 300."
"The amount of white millet is calculated by kilogram, which is about fifty-three kilograms. The difference between white millet and green millet is quite large, and you need to eat a lot to make it work. Most of our daily food comes from the ten kilograms of white millet provided by the village every month, so we have so much left at home." Otherwise, with the way they eat, the white millet would have been gone long ago.
"I guess that the green millet in the village produces nearly 1,600 grains every time it blooms and bears fruit, which is the limit for this kind of plant." The ghost scholar slowly spoke out his thoughts. An ordinary millet plant will not produce more than a thousand grains per ear. This is almost double. He Village must have invested a lot of resources in it.
In comparison, the yield of white millet is lower.
Ye Lu also did some calculations in his mind. They still had to practice, and no one would feel at ease if their strength was too weak. They consumed ten green millets and a pound of white millet almost every day. This was also the reason why they ate extravagantly. Other people in the village were even more frugal, and only ate half or even one-third of their amount.
Of the ten, he and Xi Ming Ren consumed four each, and the remaining two were eaten by Gui Shu Sheng. Because of their talent, Gui Shu Sheng took the initiative to let Ye Lu and Xi Ming Ren, who had stronger combat abilities, eat them first.
Ye Lu and the others did not agree at that time?
The ghost scholar said calmly: "If you are strong enough, we can go to the forbidden stone mountain range to find the strange plant. If you are not strong enough, we will have to ask others to escort us. We can't give some of the strange plant to others after we find it, right?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Ye Lu and the playful man suddenly stopped talking.
In fact, the ghost scholar was indeed far-sighted. He first supported Ye Lu and the Ximing people to increase their strength as much as possible. The Ximing people's strength caught Helan's eye. When their strength was sufficient, the two of them really brought back a share of the strange plants.
"No, it's too little." As soon as Ye Lu finished the calculation, he couldn't help feeling depressed. There were three people in his family, and they were all tricksters with talents. Even with subsidies from the village, the stock in their home was very few and not enough to exchange.
There's not enough left over to eat.
"Wait, don't be impatient." The ghost scholar might have known how much strange food was left in his family. He was not as depressed as Ye Lu. He was very calm and in a mood to comfort Ye Lu, saying: "Our family is already considered wealthy in the village."
"We don't have much green millet left, and there will be even less in the village. If the market is really as you said, the village will take action in a few days, and we will just follow them then." The ghost scholar said in an affirmative tone.
Ye Lu believed that the ghost book was able to read people's minds.
Although still somewhat helpless, Ye Lu couldn't help but glance towards the place not far from his own carriage. There was a tree root that was placed very preciously in the corner. There was a window next to the carriage, letting in some sunlight. There was a rope tied to the tree root to prevent it from moving. It was Ye Lu's laurel seed.
Long before going to the White Mist Forest, Ye Lu had already impregnated the laurel seeds with his strange power and planted them without hesitation. He then handed the seeds to the ghost book student to guard while he went to look for new strange plants. So far, it seems that the ghost book student has done a good job in planting them.
Ye Lu could feel the vitality and comfort coming from the seeds.
They are so poor, why hasn't the laurel tree grown yet?
Logically speaking, bay leaves are edible. If they are as useful as Fourth Uncle said, he will chop the caravan hard, making blood draw with every cut.
The ghost scholar immediately noticed Ye Lu's malicious gaze. He coughed a few times and said, "The laurel... has only sprouted a little bit. Wait a little longer."
It’s too small, and very green.
"Oh, they've sprouted?" Ye Lu's tone became even more malicious, and this time he looked at the laurel in the roots of the tree opposite without disguising his gaze. From his angle, he could see a few green tips. Perhaps it was because the growth of this strange plant was unusual, or perhaps it was because Ye Lu had used his strange power to cultivate it perfectly.
The laurel tree grew rapidly from the moment it was planted. In a short period of time, it quickly broke through the soil and sprouted, growing a little bit every day at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As soon as he finished speaking, a rushing spiritual consciousness rushed over, as if it had sensed Ye Lu's ill intentions, and it was angry and a little aggrieved.
Well, there was an unexpected surprise.
Ye Lu's laurel tree had a little bit of consciousness the moment it sprouted, just like most spiritual plants. Now only Ye Lu as a companion can sense it through spiritual consciousness, while others can only feel its general emotions. Maybe when it grows a little bigger, other humans will also be able to hear it.
The ghost scholar's expression became even more helpless.
Most of the strange plants have bad tempers, and the spiritual plants have arrogant personalities. The only good thing about them is that they are naturally lazy and don't like to move. His Taoist master's mountain vine is one of them. It is old enough, well-raised, and has strong spiritual awareness. The vine's poisonous tongue made the three of them confused and caught off guard.
Now that his Taoist master has caught this new strange plant, isn't he going to bully it?
From time to time, Ye Lu would use his spiritual sense to send out some malicious thoughts to tease the other party, but the laurel tree's spiritual sense was small and it couldn't tell the truth from the false, so it was fooled every time. Then, the companion plant would naturally get close to its companion, so it always liked Ye Lu the most and could only feel angry and aggrieved.
"Stop bullying Laurel." The ghost scholar felt the grievance in Laurel's consciousness and said helplessly. Maybe it was because Laurel was raised by the ghost scholar himself, so he would always be a little soft-hearted towards Laurel. What's more important is, Master Dao, Laurel is still a small seedling, and you are bullying her like this. Aren't you afraid that she will grow into a heavy mountain vine?
By then, with the two poisonous and weird plants, the three of them would really have to run away in fear.
The ghost scholar couldn't help but sigh heavily in his heart, pressing his forehead with a headache. He began to doubt whether Chongshan Tengman's character development was due to his master.
Upon hearing this, Ye Lu immediately became serious. He used his own spiritual consciousness to wrap around the laurel tree like wrapping up a small ball, and carefully sent it back to the tree, while comforting the laurel tree.
"I'm just kidding. You're so small, how can I eat you now?" Ye Lu coaxed the laurel tree's consciousness, while releasing his own strange energy to comfort it.
The panicked laurel tree felt the same breath as its companion, and its emotions gradually calmed down, and it was sent back to the tree obediently.
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