Chapter 163
“Yes, so your monkey wine isn’t worth much to me.” After saying that, Fu Le ignored the Monkey King’s dark expression again, took out the bottle pot, poured a small sip into the bamboo cup, and then waved to the monkey who had handed him the wine earlier. The big monkey was stunned and looked at the Monkey King.
After receiving permission, the big monkey came over to take the cup. The moment he got the cup, he was stunned. He picked up the cup and sniffed it, and a slightly intoxicated expression appeared on his face. "Come here quickly!" Seeing the big monkey's reaction, the monkey king became anxious and waved his hand, sending the bamboo wine cup flying into the air.
As soon as it landed in his hand, the Monkey King smelled the fragrant monkey wine. His monkey face was slightly stunned for a moment, but he drank it all in one gulp the next second.
"What fine wine!" At this moment, the Monkey King's fierce aura vanished, and he asked somewhat eagerly, "Would you be willing to exchange this wine?"
"No trade. I only have spirit fruit seeds here. If you want this kind of wine, you can brew it yourself. Once these seeds sprout, grow, and bear fruit, you can have as much as you want."
"You mean, these wines taste different because the fruits are different?" the Monkey King asked in surprise.
Fu Le nodded. "Want to trade? One seed for a ton of monkey wine." Fu Le made an outrageous offer. "Or one seed for a pound of your spirit liquid."
"How much is one ton? How much is one jin (500 grams)?"
Fu Le took out a scale. "This is a special scale used by interdimensional merchants. I'll put some actual items on it for you to compare."
Fu Le placed a basket of 200 jin of spirit potatoes on top and then said, "Tenfold."
Monkey King: !!! His fur stood on end, he was furious!!
"Are you crazy?!?"
"This is the price, or you can exchange it for spirit liquid. Ten fruits for one kilogram of spirit liquid." To make the weight unit more concrete, Fu Le took out the spirit fruits and weighed them. One kilogram, just right.
Monkey King: !!!
Is his spiritual liquid really that worthless?
"I'm not changing it!! Get out of here!!" The Monkey King was about to lose control and go berserk.
"Are you sure? The seeds from my spirit fruit tree are 100% viable. Moreover, the spirit fruit is rich in spiritual energy, ten times more than the spirit fruit in your valley. The monkey wine brewed from it will be comparable to the spiritual liquid you painstakingly brew. Even if it's not as much, it's more than half as much. The spiritual energy you get from eating a few more spirit fruits is less than what you get from brewing a pot of spiritual liquid."
The Monkey King, preparing to leave: ...
"Give me ten to try planting."
"One kilogram of spiritual liquid, or ten tons of monkey wine."
Monkey King: !!!
"What will you use to exchange? Monkey King, have you decided yet?"
"Monkey wine!!" Each word was like Fu Le's bones being spat out one by one from between the Monkey King's teeth.
"Alright, I'm going back to my old spot. Monkey King, once you've successfully planted the seeds, don't forget to come back and exchange them for more. By the way, these spiritual fruits won't flower for at least a year, and the buds are full of spiritual energy. However, to save seeds, you need to wait ten years. It takes ten years for a fruit tree to produce a single seed fruit. If Monkey King wants to save seeds for himself, then we'll talk about it in ten years. I only have six months left here at most, and I won't wait any longer. Take care, Monkey King!" After saying that, Fu Le put away the sofa and flew away with the little monkey.
The monkey king, who originally thought he could reproduce on his own: ...
"Roar..." The angry roar echoed throughout the valley, and Fu Le had already taken the little prince back to their previous residence.
Upon arriving at the encampment, Fu Le found her younger marmot brother sitting beside her tent with two mature marmot elders, clearly waiting for her.
Fu Le's return caught the attention of the three.
"Fu!! You're back!!" Groundhog Lanlan waved and shouted excitedly.
"Hello." Fu Le greeted the three groundhogs, who seemed to have come to exchange for spirit ginseng, which she liked very much.
“Fu, our groundhog clan is always hungry. Although we can eat spirit ginseng, it’s not enough to fill our stomachs, and the yield is not high enough for the whole clan to get through the winter. We have received the spirit sweet potatoes you gave Lanlan and eaten them. They taste really good, soft and sweet, and full of spiritual energy. If it is really as you say, Fu, that this kind of spirit sweet potato is not picky about soil and climate and can be planted anywhere, then please give us the seeds in return. We are willing to give you all our spirit ginseng.”
"Sure. Besides the spirit sweet potato, there's another type of potato, but the fruit it produces is quite ordinary, with little spiritual energy. However, it's enough to fill your stomach. Would you like some?"
Uncle Groundhog nodded repeatedly, his big, innocent eyes sparkling. "Yes, we'll eat. As long as we can have enough to eat, spiritual energy isn't important. We groundhogs don't like cultivating. If it weren't for the fact that planting requires spiritual energy, we probably wouldn't waste our time cultivating at all."
"The sweet potato I gave you can be cut into six pieces and planted. Calculate how many you need. Also, potato seeds, each cut in half, can grow two potatoes. How many seeds do you need?"
The two adult groundhogs huddled together and whispered for a while before handing Fu Le a spatial ring. "Fill it up."
Fu Le took the seed pod that had not yet been claimed by anyone. After examining it, the muscles on his face twitched. "This pod can hold at least a mountain of seeds, more than a thousand square meters."
“Yes, yes, we have twenty-three mountains, and we need that many seeds,” Uncle Groundhog nodded earnestly.
Fu Le: ...A rich man.
"You're trading all your ginseng for these seeds?"
"Mmm." Uncle Groundhog nodded and handed over a bracelet that had not yet been claimed by anyone.
When Fu Le took it over, he saw that it was packed full of ginseng, with no gaps left, covering an area of about 5,000 square meters.
"Didn't you say that only one mountain could grow ginseng?" The yield here is quite substantial.
“Yes, the largest mountain, one that’s comparable to three.” Lanlan said, her big eyes full of doubt. Was there a problem? Or did he say something wrong?
"What do you grow in the other mountains?" Fu Le asked curiously.
“We can only grow longevity fruit in our mountains. If we trade with you for spirit sweet potatoes and potatoes, we’ll have four kinds of spirit items,” Uncle Groundhog said, holding up four fingers.
What is the longevity fruit?
As if knowing what Fu Le was thinking, Lan Lan took out a round, pink fruit about the size of an adult's fist. It was crystal clear and looked as soft and sticky as glutinous rice cake.
Fu Le took it. "Longevity fruit. It repairs aging cells in the body; long-term consumption can prolong life."
This is a multi-purpose fruit! If it were in modern times, even a single one would probably fetch an astronomical price.
"Trade your longevity fruits with me, and I'll give you all my spirit sweet potatoes. In addition, I have seeds for various vegetables, fruits, and trees that you can plant here." Although they are all ordinary vegetable and fruit seeds, they can be grown easily in the soil here. Seeds from the modern world have the strongest resistance and adaptability.
After Fu Le took all the spirit ginseng, she also filled the groundhog's mesostomy space. As for the longevity fruit, the seeds in Fu Le's space were naturally not enough to exchange for all the longevity fruit, so she gave one hundred tons of beast milk, one thousand tons of fresh beast meat, and one thousand tons of fresh seafood.
The groundhog clan, who had never received so much food and seeds before, were very generous. They brought ten mesenteric spaces filled with all the longevity fruits, and gave up the spaces themselves.
After the trade with the groundhogs, Luhe from the horse-beast tribe also appeared, bringing all their meat-based Ganoderma lucidum and medicinal herbs. They had only one destination: beast milk, beast meat, and seafood. Their leader had visited the groundhog tribe and tasted their fresh milk and meat, and then became enamored with the delicious food.
Without uttering a single wasted word, Fu Le agreed on the price, gave out three storage necklaces, and retrieved eight storage rings, each filled with a thousand tons of fresh seafood and a thousand tons of fresh beast meat. As for the beast milk, Fu Le simply provided bone buckets for them to fill themselves, totaling fifty tons.
In the following days, Fu Le received leaders from various beast races every day, exchanging various spiritual plants and fruits. A lot of the beast meat, beast milk, and seafood in his inventory were cleared out.
For the beasts, food is the most attractive thing. The food from this plane merchant is enough to fill them up in small portions. It tastes much better than the plants they grow, and it also tastes better than the meat of the tiger and leopard tribes.
Before long, Fu Le had cleared out all the wheat, potatoes, sweet potato seeds, and various vegetable seeds she had brought from Earth, giving her a strange sense of accomplishment, as if she had conquered this continent on behalf of Earthlings.
There was still no word from the Monkey King, but Fu Le wasn't in a hurry. Since no beasts came to exchange for her, she focused on cultivation, making her days very fulfilling.
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