Gou Becomes a Boss in the Fairy World

Gifts of roses, hand a fragrance.

At the time when he had just crossed over, Wang Chen, who was chewing rice and pickles, was definitely not so generous.

Now that he is relatively well off, he is willing to pay a small price to be kind to others.

Although it is said that doing good deeds and accumulating virtues does not gain a bit of human virtue.

But Wang Chen has a faint feeling that in a world where evil spirits are rampant and the world is chaotic, he maintains a little kindness.

Can give yourself some luck.

For example, his experience in brushing mudstone technique today has directly brushed to the proficient level.

It went smoothly beyond expectations, can you say no luck?

Heart to light, not to fall into darkness!

The next morning, Wang Chen rushed to Yunshan City with a storage bag full of Linggu.

Ten days after the summer harvest is the day when the farmers and tenants who lease the spiritual fields pay rations to the sect.

Wang Chen contracted ten acres of spiritual land in the outer gate.

According to the regulations of the outer sect, he needs to hand in a total of 4,500 catties of rice every year.

Because the harvest of summer grain is more than that of winter grain.

So in the first half of this year, his grain allowance was 2,500 catties.

Wang Chen weighed at home last night, and this time he has about 800 catties of rations left.

Of course, if all the spiritual rice is ground into white corn.

Then not so much.

However, compared with the same period in previous years, it is still slightly exceeded.

Already very good!

The road leading to Yunshan City was very busy with people and vehicles, and the carriage that Wang Chen was riding was packed to the brim.

Many people went to the city to pay food like him.

It's just that most of these Lingzhi husbands are frowning and seem to be preoccupied.

Neighbors I know talk about it in low voices.

He sighed.

There was a pest infestation some time ago.

Although Jindan real person took action to solve the disaster.

However, the production of spiritual rice for many farmers has been greatly reduced this year, and it is not uncommon to find three or five mu less harvested.

The sect's land rent was originally set at a high rate.

This made it difficult for everyone to pay enough food.

Not to mention personal rations!

Moreover, the chief hall confiscated another sum of spirit stones by taking advantage of the Venerable Master and the Daoist Master.

It's all the savings they picked out from their teeth in the past.

Now that the rice production is not enough, I have to dig out spirit stones to make up for it. How will I live in the future?

As for the arrears of land rent, no one would dare to think about it!

All the way, the cars and horses were sparkling, and the seats were full of lamentations and sighs.

Arrived at Yunshan City.

When Wang Chen arrived at Lingzhi Church, there were already many people queuing up to pay for food.

The Lingzhi Church under the jurisdiction of the Waimen Main Church is in charge of all the Lingzhi husbands, as well as the reclamation of fields and forests.

The land where the land rent is paid is called Sajinchang, and its area is comparable to a small square.

The flat ground has been cleared clean.

The large expanse of star gold slabs on the ground shone with a little bit of light under the sunlight.

In the center of the gold-sprinkling field, a grain platform with a height of ten feet was built.

And in the middle of the grain table, there is a nine-foot-square immeasurable gold bucket embedded.

But any husband of Ling Zhi would be no stranger to this Wuliang Jindou.

This kind of spiritual weapon can accurately weigh a spiritual grain of less than 100,000 catties at a time. The Yunyang faction built a total of four, and placed them in the three cities of the inner mountain gate and the outer gate respectively.

At the bottom of the infinite gold bucket, there is also a large grain storage bag connected.

This grain storage bag also has a history.

It is said that when the head of the Yunyang faction passed by Nanhong Daze a hundred years ago, he beheaded a giant sky-swallowing toad, and took its stomach pouch to refine four storage bags that could hold a million catties of grain.

It was allocated to four immeasurable golden buckets for grain collection and storage.

"Yisi Weisuo, Liang Dacheng, 20 acres of land, 5000 catties of grain!"

There was a table next to the grain table, and the registers were stacked high on the table. A thin, rogue-looking deacon held the register in his left hand, and shouted loudly with a pen in his right.

His voice was like a capon being strangled, making it very uncomfortable to listen to.

A middle-aged man whose name was called stepped onto the grain platform, and under the watchful eyes of two disciples of Ling Zhitang, he opened the storage bag and poured the freshly harvested spiritual rice into the immeasurable golden bucket.

The golden rice grains quickly filled this spiritual weapon.

The infinite gold bucket can be controlled by monks to set the capacity, and record the relevant information of the recipients.

Provided to the main hall and inner door.

When the spiritual grain in the bucket is completely flush with the mouth of the bucket, Wuliang Jindou immediately makes a low buzzing sound.

It's full.

The middle-aged man subconsciously covered the mouth of the storage bag and stopped dumping the rice.

The deacon sitting beside the food table suddenly snorted coldly.

The two disciples of Lingzhi Church on the food platform immediately cast Sen Han's gaze at the middle-aged man.

One of them said blankly, "Not enough."

How could it not be enough!

The heart of the middle-aged man was bleeding, and he clenched his five fingers involuntarily.

But after struggling for a moment, he still opened his palm to let go of the storage bag.

Continue to pour the spiritual valley into Wuliang Jindou.

The rice starts to pile upwards.

As time goes by, the spiritual valleys become higher and higher.

The middle-aged man's complexion became more and more ugly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But he didn't dare to stop.

The skinny deacon watched.

His eyes were full of sarcasm.

Seeing that the grain pile on the golden bucket is about to collapse.

He pinched his mustache and said casually, "Enough."

The middle-aged man felt as if he had received an amnesty. He covered his storage bag and wiped off his sweat, before hurriedly running down the grain table.

It feels like you just got off the guillotine!

At this time, a scar-faced cultivator standing on the left side of the grain platform suddenly kicked up and kicked heavily under the Wuliang Jindou.

Boom!

His right leg is noticeably thicker than his left.

This kick was so powerful that the golden bucket buzzed.

The rice piled on the top is immediately shaken down, and rolls into the notch along the fixed grooves around it.

All into the storage bag hanging under the tank.

The rice in the Wuliang Golden Dou is even with the mouth of the dou again, it's not even the slightest difference!

The scar-faced monk licked his lips, stretched out his palm and patted Dou's body.

The rice inside is instantly poured into the storage bag at the bottom.

Not a single grain left.

"Next person!"

The skinny deacon turned over a page of the roster, and his screams echoed in the gold-sprinkling field.

Extra harsh!

Another Lingzhi husband went to the grain table to pay the grain, and he also added the full amount like the previous one.

It's just that he behaved obediently, so he was able to add less rice to it.

The other people saw it, and their expressions were very numb.

Everyone knows that this is very unreasonable, and it is the people of Lingzhi Church who are enriching their own pockets.

But it has become a rule every year.

Who dares to resist?

Then Liang Dacheng only hesitated for a moment, and he was taught a hard lesson!

It was dozens of catties more.

In fact, Liang Dacheng is not ignorant of the rules.

It's just that this year was unlucky enough to be plagued by insects, the harvest has already been discounted, and an extra spiritual grain has to be paid.

How can you be willing?

The food-paying team was silent and moved slowly.

The rice they watered with sweat and painstaking efforts was continuously swallowed by the infinite gold bucket.

"Yishi Weisuo, Wang Chen, go to the field for ten acres, and pay 2,500 catties of grain!"

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The first one is sent.