Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

"What's your name?"

Zhu Ming took out an account book from his storage bag and asked the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged spiritual plant husband immediately replied respectfully: "Master Steward, I am the junior Qin Jianhua!"

"Okay, Qin Jianhua, six thousand five hundred kilograms of first-grade high-quality spiritual rice!"

Zhu Ming nodded and recorded the man's name and the amount of harvest in the account book.

Then he looked up at Qin Jianhua and asked, "According to the rules of the Immortal City, you can keep 20% of all the harvests, and the remaining 80% must be handed over to the Immortal City. Now, are you going to keep these 2,600 kilograms of spiritual rice for yourself, or sell it to the Immortal City?"

According to the regulations of Cangshan Fairy City, of all the harvests of first-grade spiritual rice, the spiritual farmers responsible for planting can keep 20% for themselves, and the remaining 80% will be handed over to the Fairy City.

This is both a reward and a payment to the spirit plant husband.

After all, it is impossible for someone to grow spiritual rice for a force for free. Either they provide a monthly salary, or they let the spiritual plant husband keep a portion of the spiritual rice according to a certain proportion. Only in this way can people feel at ease as a spiritual plant husband.

Cangshan Immortal City is very conscientious in leaving 20% ​​for Lingzhifu.

And this is only the harvest for half a year, which means that these spiritual plant farmers can harvest twice a year.

Upon hearing this, the spiritual plant husband named Qin Jianhua immediately replied: "Reporting to the deacon, I am willing to sell it to the Immortal City!"

Qin Jianhua thought it through very clearly. While he was staying in this spiritual plant garden, the spiritual rice he ate every day was provided by the Immortal City. He did not need to spend an extra spiritual stone. In this case, it would be better for him to sell his share of the spiritual rice to the Immortal City.

This is also the reason why each of these spiritual plant husbands has a happy look on their faces!

Because the harvest of spiritual rice represents their income!

Zhu Ming nodded without any surprise and said directly: "Okay, you all know the price, it's slightly lower than the market price, one spirit stone per pound, this is 1,300 spirit stones, count it!"

After saying that, Zhu Ming took out 13 medium-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and threw them to Qin Jianhua.

Originally, the market price of first-grade high-quality spiritual rice was about twenty broken spirit stones for one spiritual stone, but it was impossible for Xiancheng to calculate the market price when harvesting the rice itself, so it was all calculated at one spiritual stone per catty. Qin Jianhua and others had already known this.

Qin Jianhua naturally had no objection to this. He happily took the spirit stone and put it into his storage bag without hesitation. Then he thanked Zhu Ming and said, "The spirit stone is of course correct. Thank you, Deacon!"

There were only a dozen or so middle-grade spirit stones. The cultivators could tell the exact number at a glance. Therefore, Qin Jianhua would naturally not count them carefully in front of Zhu Ming, so as not to offend the deacon.

Zhu Ming nodded calmly and said, "Okay, go down, next one!"

After Qin Jianhua stepped down, he waved his hand and put all the spiritual rice on the copper scale into the storage bag, and signaled the next spiritual plant husband to take over.

The other spirit plant farmers were excited, but did not dare to rush to grab the harvest. So they lined up one by one in order to weigh the spirit rice and then collect their share of the harvest.

Wei Hong watched from the side for a while, then asked Zhu Ming: "Fellow Daoist Zhu, why did you come this time instead of Fellow Daoist He as before?"

While Zhu Ming was in charge of the weighing, he took the time to say to Wei Hong: "Friend He has gone somewhere else, so I will be in charge this time."

"I see!" Wei Hong nodded, and suddenly asked with a little interest: "Fellow Daoist Zhu, the Immortal City is so kind that it left 20% of the spiritual rice for these spiritual plant farmers?"

Zhu Ming thought for a moment before answering, "In fact, 20% is indeed a bit more than other places, but our Immortal City has always been known for its kindness, and this is also to be able to recruit more spiritual plant husbands!"

"Haha, the harvest in half a year is more than a thousand spirit stones, which means about two to three thousand in a year. I am a little tempted by this!"

Wei Hong chuckled, but there was no dissatisfaction in his words.

Zhu Ming naturally understood Wei Hong's joke, and he shook his head and said with a smile: "Daoyou Wei, you are joking. These spiritual plant husbands are doing hard labor. As a foundation-building cultivator, Daoyou Wei would never take one or two thousand spiritual stones seriously."

"By the way, Brother Wei will also get a commission for the spiritual rice that is collected. I will share it with you later!"

"When Fellow Daoist He came here last time, Fellow Daoist Wei should have gotten it as well, right?"

Wei Hong is in charge of this place, so according to regulations, he naturally needs to receive a share of the commission.

"Haha, no hurry, no hurry!" Wei Hong waved his hand nonchalantly, then said with a smile: "Of course I have got it. Wei would like to thank Brother Zhu first!"

Zhu Ming said, "Hey, this is the rule of the Immortal City. Fellow Daoist Wei, you don't have to thank me!"

Just this one sentence made Wei Hong feel favorable towards Zhu Ming.

The two of them started chatting with each other, and both wanted to make friends.

From the conversation, Zhu Ming learned that Wei Hong had just broken through to the foundation-building stage a year ago, so he asked, "Since Brother Wei had just broken through, why did you choose to come here to take charge?"

"Haha, Wei is well aware of his own weak strength, so it is better for him to choose to stay in the Spiritual Plant Garden for less dangerous tasks." Wei Hong answered in a false tone.

Zhu Ming showed an expression of deep approval and said, "Yes, Brother Wei's choice is indeed safe. I have similar ideas. Haha, it seems that we have the same idea!"

For a moment, the two of them became more and more excited as they talked.

At this time, Zhu Ming asked again: "Fellow Daoist Wei, since you have just achieved a breakthrough, I wonder if you have attended our deacon meeting?"

"Deacon meeting? Wei has never heard of this!"

Wei Hong was stunned.

He had never heard of a deacon meeting.

Seeing this, Zhu Ming immediately explained, "It's like this. We, the outer sect deacons who joined Cangshan Immortal City, hold a gathering every month. The participants are basically the foundation-building deacons who have been promoted from casual cultivators. Therefore, it is also called the outer sect deacon gathering. Haven't you heard of it, Fellow Daoist Wei?"

"No, no one has ever mentioned it to me!" Wei Hong shook his head.

Although he had never heard of it, he could imagine that this so-called deacon meeting would be of great help to him as long as he participated in it.

“Haha, maybe Fellow Daoist Wei just broke through not long ago, and came here to take charge as soon as he joined the Immortal City, so he doesn’t know about this!”

Zhu Ming laughed heartily, and then said, "It's okay. Zhu can bring Fellow Daoist Wei to participate. As long as you participate once, Fellow Daoist Wei can go by himself in the future!"

Zhu Ming was a kind-hearted man. When he heard that Wei Hong didn't know about the deacons' meeting, he immediately wanted to invite Wei Hong to join him. It was obvious that he had already recognized Wei Hong, his new fellow Taoist.

Wei Hong's face lit up and he immediately thanked him:

"Haha, then I, Wei, would like to thank you, Brother Zhu!"