Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 157 Harvest Season

“Uncle Bai, the dragon tooth rice will mature later this month. According to the current trend, the harvest should be good... Several disciples have asked me, when can I ask you for advice?”

 Cai Heng summarized recent Lingtian affairs and seized the rare reporting opportunity.

Bai Zichen was carrying Gungun. He hadn't seen him for more than half a year. The little guy's body shape had not changed much, but he had gained dozens of kilograms.

As soon as he met him, he immediately fell in love with his master, showing no signs of unfamiliarity.

"It's so fast. Let's count how many people meet the requirements. Some of them want to be consulted on problems in cultivation, and some want to be given advice on swordsmanship. I will take a day to come out and take care of this."

Although Jiuyang Shenhuojian fell into a deep sleep, the ability of the Shenhuojian can still be used, and it will not affect his ability to return to the ancients.

 Hence, Bai Zichen doesn’t feel guilty at all when it comes to disciples who come to ask for advice.

Isn't it just a part-time job to teach the elders once? It can be settled easily.

 “I’ll go back and count them.”

 Cai Heng now devotes all his energy to the spiritual field.

 500 acres of second-level spiritual fields and 5,000 acres of first-level spiritual fields. Even if there are more than 60 spiritual planters helping to take care of them, he is so busy every day that he can't even touch the ground.

"This time we have only harvested 500 acres of second-level spiritual land, and the manpower is enough... When the next harvest of 5,000 acres of first-level spiritual land is harvested, our few manpower may be overwhelmed."

“The sect has decided to move five hundred disciples to Feiyue Lake every year from now on. One is to relieve the pressure on the mountain, and the other is to speed up the construction progress of Feiyue Lake.”

Bai Zichen is not in this mountain, but someone will notify him as soon as possible about the content of the elders' collegial meeting.

 Also comes from more than one source.

“We, the five elders who guard Feiyue Lake, have certain limited rights to mobilize these disciples. At that time, I will issue a task and gather 300 people for you to harvest the spiritual rice.”

Cai Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief as he no longer had any worries.

More than half a month later, Cai Heng came to Baiyulou again and asked Bai Zichen to come to the site in person to watch the harvesting process of the second-level spiritual rice.

 This spiritual field planting is related to Bai Zichen's spiritual stone plan, and a lot of energy has been invested in it.

Since I had no choice but to pay attention, I went there immediately.

 All the spiritual planters employed by Bai Zichen gathered in front of the 500-acre second-level spiritual field. Several second-level spiritual planters, including Old Man Tong, also arrived at the scene.

 “Meet Elder Bai.”

"Don't worry about me. Just harvest the spiritual rice according to your experience. I'm just here to take a look."

Bai Zichen waved his hand and asked everyone to continue their work.

Old man Tong picked up a piece of rice with twelve heavy grains of dragon tooth rice hanging on it: "Look, this batch of dragon tooth rice is plump and round, full of spiritual energy and overflowing with fragrance... I have been planting it all my life. I have never grown such perfect spiritual rice!”

Bai Zichen broke off one. It was shaped like a huge tooth. It was very elastic when pinched with his fingers.

“Master Jiang, I asked you to contact several nearby immortal cultivating families. Are they interested?”

“I took your name card and visited three Immortal Cultivation Families and six Immortal Cultivation Families. They are all very interested in Dragon Tooth Rice. However, everyone has limited spiritual stones and may not be able to eat so much.”

 The old man of the Jiang family stood at the back with his waist bent and a humble look on his face.

Ever since receiving the notice from Lu Song that Bai Zichen wanted to see him, Jiang Laodao simply gave up the caravan business and waited at Feiyue Lake for a whole three months.

 Then, according to Bai Zichen's instructions, he collected purchase intentions from nearby families.

As a second-level top-grade spiritual rice, Dragon Tooth Rice is too luxurious for Qi-refining monks. Long-term use by Foundation-building monks can effectively enhance physical strength.

According to the price that Old Man Tong inquired from the Shennong disciple, the normal price of second-grade top-quality spiritual rice is ten spiritual stones per catty.

Each acre of second-level spiritual land can ideally grow thirty kilograms of dragon tooth rice. After excluding the ten kilograms handed over to the sect, a total of ten thousand kilograms can be left.

 Laotou Tong has made calculations a long time ago. The loss of these 500 acres of second-level spiritual fields will not be great, there will be very few empty ears and bad rice, and the fluctuation will not exceed 500 kilograms.

"It doesn't matter. These families only have two or three foundation-building monks at most. Even if they are willing to buy more, they can't absorb much."

Bai Zichen didn't take it seriously. Selling to these immortal cultivating families was not just for sales.

“As long as the reputation of Longya rice is established and other foundation-building monks are attracted to buy it next year, it will be considered a success. The extra Longya rice this year can be resold to Wanbao Pavilion.”

 Let alone thousands of kilograms of second-level spiritual rice, Wanbao Pavilion could easily eat it if this number were doubled several times.

It’s just that Wanbao Pavilion’s repurchase price for any item is extremely low. Large-scale spiritual rice can only be sold at 80% of the market price.

 He only regarded Wanbao Pavilion as the last resort, and it was really not an option to sell.

With so many spiritual planters taking action, the harvesting work of the five hundred acres of spiritual fields only lasted for half a day, and hills were piled up in the open space that had been prepared long ago.

“I reported to Elder Bai that we have harvested a total of more than 14,600 kilograms of Longya rice... We have lived up to our expectations!”

 Old man Tong’s face was glowing. Although he was doing it for the future of his grandson, as a spiritual farmer, he also felt proud and satisfied when he saw the harvest in the spiritual field he was responsible for.

“Okay, these are all deacons and stewards of the Lingtian Hall, and they are just good witnesses to collect the share that should be turned over to the sect.”

Bai Zichen felt happy as he looked at the grains of rice and wolves on the ground.

  Gu Xisheng’s proposal was indeed useful and greatly accelerated the sect’s development of the spiritual field.

 Without any cost, it is like renting the spiritual field to a few elders and just waiting to collect the rent at the end of the year.

However, for Bai Zichen to be able to achieve such a harvest, in addition to having several other elders and more spiritual planters at his disposal, high-yielding spiritual rice such as Dragon Tooth Rice also played a big role.

I believe that the other elders can only harvest a little more than half of the same area of ​​spiritual fields.

 After deducting the rent for the sect’s spiritual field and various other costs, one can hardly earn many spiritual stones.

There are 9,600 kilograms of Longya rice left, 100 kilograms are reserved for seeds, and another 100 kilograms are kept for myself to eat slowly.

Although he has already cultivated the Glazed Body, he still doesn't know whether this second-level top-quality spiritual rice will still have any effect on him.

 In addition, he was ready to pack up a portion for senior brothers Liang Yu, Dai Hui, Peng Chong, and Pei Dongyong as gifts.

“Give the Bai family another hundred kilograms, and there will be exactly nine thousand kilograms of Longya rice that can be sold.”

 Bai Zichen calculated that after deducting the salary of all spiritual planters and the costs incurred in the planting process, the final profit would be nearly 40,000 spiritual stones.

 “I didn’t expect farming to be a hugely profitable industry!”

Bai Zichen's eyes shone brightly as he looked at the five hundred acres of spiritual land as if he were looking at a cornucopia.

But he also knew that he was a special case here.

 Normal second-level spiritual rice can produce no more than twenty kilograms per mu.

 Coupled with the difference in the number and level of spiritual planters, and deducting normal losses, other elders from the same 500-acre spiritual field may harvest up to 8,000 kilograms of second-level spiritual rice.

The five thousand kilograms of spiritual rice belonging to the sect is untouchable. After deducting various expenses, the actual spiritual stones obtained are between a few thousand spiritual stones and barely maintaining capital.

 It also depends on the cost control ability of the person in charge.

 He looked at the old man Tong with a kind look in his eyes, and he wanted to treat his grandson better just because of the rice.

 At the very least, it is necessary to cultivate Tong Huan to the perfection of Qi refining and give him a chance to attack the foundation.

“Master Jiang, take a thousand kilograms of Longya rice and sell it all the way... I hope you can sell three thousand kilograms of spiritual rice for me next year.”

Bai Zichen set aside a share of one thousand kilograms of spiritual rice, and put the rest of the spiritual rice into the storage bag.

“A business that earns 40,000 spiritual stones a year is too conspicuous...”

After the joy, Bai Zichen felt a little uneasy. The profit from Long Ya Rice was too great.

 It is so big that even with his current position in the sect, he is worried about whether he can eat it alone.

It may be okay in the first two years, but later on there will definitely be more and more jealous people.

Especially in contrast to the fact that the other four elders of Feiyue Lake also contracted spiritual fields, but the final harvest of spiritual stones was negligible.

"The most likely thing is that I should hand over the dragon tooth rice spirit seed and share it with everyone... Let the water cover it up. As long as sufficient compensation is given, it is not impossible."

 Once the output of Longya rice surges, Wanbaoge will definitely reduce the purchase price significantly.

By then, the profits Bai Zichen can earn every year will naturally shrink year-on-year.

Bai Zichen thought for a while and added Senior Brother Yingzhong to the gift list, and at the same time doubled the size of each person's gifts.

 It is definitely a good deal to earn a few thousand less spiritual stones and bind a few more senior brothers to your side.

If it weren't for the two Pill-forming Ancestors, they would definitely look down on the second-order spiritual rice. He would have planned to send a thousand kilograms of Dragon Tooth Rice to Patriarch Yang's island first.

 The harvest of the five hundred acres of spiritual fields has been completed and a short rest period has entered.

According to Old Man Tong, Longya rice has too high requirements for moisture and soil fertility, and one year of planting will cause a great loss of spiritual energy in the spiritual field.

 It needs to be left vacant for half a year to allow the spiritual field to recuperate before it can be planted again.

From the next day, Bai Zichen began to fulfill his promise. According to the choice of these spiritual planters, he either answered questions about cultivation or gave guidance on swordsmanship.

Nearly eighty spiritual planters have all been working for more than half a year, but many of them have not yet had a year to save the opportunity to exchange for instruction in sword skills.

 In the end, only more than 40 people applied, and half of them chose to practice puzzle solving and swordsmanship instruction.

Bai Zichen asked all the disciples who encountered difficulties and confusion in cultivation and wanted to find answers to them to form a team and completed the work in half a day.

 At the beginning, some disciples suspected that Bai Zichen was perfunctory and could not answer questions about the exercises in less than a quarter of an hour.

This little time is barely enough for the disciple to explain his personal situation clearly, but the elder who taught the practice has not even begun to analyze it.

But seeing that every disciple who left had gained a lot, their faces were filled with respect and gratitude, and they didn’t look like they had been deceived.

 Soon when it was my turn, I realized why the time was so short.

After asking for a drop of blood, Elder Bai can analyze you thoroughly and give you a sharp opinion without even having to listen to the situation.

There was no pause to think during this, it was so terrifying.

The only thought that these spiritual plant master disciples had after they left was that even such people cannot achieve elixir formation. Are there any people in the world who can achieve elixir formation?

“The efficiency is quite fast, this broken mirror can only do so much…”

Bai Zichen looked at the list and saw that there was only the last disciple left.

 Thanks to his high reputation, blood essence is an important thing for every monk, and it is impossible to let it fall into the hands of others under normal circumstances.

　　The unreasonable request of having to squeeze out a drop of blood before solving the problem was put forward, but no one raised any objections. At most, they complied with a little hesitation.

 (End of this chapter)