I was expelled at the beginning, and after I became a god, the sect begged for forgiveness

In the evening, outside the market town in the southern part of Tianling Sect.

Lu Feng walked barefoot on the main road in front of the market town, muttering from time to time.

"It is said that time travelers have their own golden fingers, but I have been here for 20 years before I opened this thing. If I had done it a few years earlier, I would not have become what I am now."

"But it is not too late now. At least I have seen the true faces of the people in Tianling Sect."

Looking at the market town in front of him, Lu Feng decided to find a place to settle down here first.

First, take a good rest, and then play this proficiency panel thoroughly.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Feng came to the market town. This market town is a subsidiary industry of Tianling Sect. He had been here once two years ago.

However, he did not know much about the specific situation in the market town. He spent most of his four years of sect life in seclusion and cultivation. Occasionally, he came out to see the world with his master.

At this moment, Lu Feng was standing in front of a Chen's rice shop, which mainly bought and sold spiritual rice and immortal grains.

In order to survive, he could only walk in helplessly to see if he could find any work here.

As soon as he entered the shop, a waiter came up to him, but when the waiter saw Lu Feng's ragged clothes, he showed disgust on his face.

Without waiting for the waiter to speak, Lu Feng asked first: "Hey, young man, are you still hiring here?"

He is only at the first level of Qi training now, and cannot do fasting, so he must first solve the problem of food and accommodation.

If the two law enforcement hall disciples had not robbed his storage bag and magic weapon, he would not have fallen into such a situation.

The shop waiter said with a stern face: "Where did you come from, you beggar, we don't hire here, get out!~"

The other party's attitude was very bad. As a true disciple of the Tianling Sect, Lu Feng had never been treated like this before, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Sorry for bothering you, I'll leave now."

Just as Lu Feng turned around and was about to leave, a shopkeeper in the shop suddenly said, "Wait! Is this Taoist looking for work?"

Lu Feng turned around and looked at the shopkeeper. This man was about 40 years old, a little fat, and his pair of phoenix eyes looked very shrewd.

"Thank you for your courtesy, Taoist. I am indeed looking for work."

The shopkeeper looked at Lu Feng carefully, then smiled and said, "Our Chen's Rice Shop is indeed not hiring, but our Chen's is still hiring tenants. I wonder if Taoist is interested?"

After listening to Lu Feng, he thought for a while. In his current state, he was no longer qualified to choose.

It's better to stay at the first level of Qi training.

Moreover, this is the sphere of influence of Tianling Sect. If he is targeted, he will not be able to save his life.

In fact, Lu Feng also wanted to stay away from Tianling Sect, but his current physical condition and cultivation level could not do it at all.

"Fellow Daoist, what are the requirements of this tenant and what is the treatment?" Lu Feng did not rush to agree, but wanted to understand the details before making plans.

Seeing Lu Feng's interest, the shopkeeper walked over slowly, "I am Chen Donglai, the shopkeeper of Chen's Rice Shop. What's your name?"

"Ahem, I'm Lu Shan." Lu Feng gave himself a random name.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Lu. Chen's tenants only need to practice Qi training at the first level to sign the contract. In the first year after signing the contract, Chen will provide the tenants with land and related spiritual tools and spiritual seeds, and the tenants only need to pay a certain amount of land tax every year."

Lu Feng nodded and continued to ask: "Then how much land tax should be paid?"

"Two hundred kilograms of spiritual rice per mu of land per year, and the rest of the harvest will all belong to you."

Lu Feng has heard about the per mu yield of spiritual rice. Normally, one mu of spiritual field can harvest three hundred to four hundred kilograms of spiritual rice every year.

But if the harvest is bad, one mu of land can only yield about 200 kilograms of spiritual rice at most.

It seems that the land tax paid is not much, but the tenants are also cultivators, and the amount of spiritual rice they consume every year is also not a small number.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Chen, the shopkeeper, smiled and said: "I think fellow Daoist Lu must have encountered difficulties. Let's do this. If you are willing to become a tenant of my Chen family, I can lend you 50 kilograms of spiritual rice privately, and you can return it to me when there is a harvest next year."

Lu Feng looked at Chen, who was not related to him, but wanted to lend him 50 kilograms of spiritual rice. I don't know what the other party was thinking.

Now he has nothing. If he wants to survive, he must first solve the problem of food and drink. The other party has grasped his weakness.

Seeing this, Lu Feng could only nod silently and said: "Thank you, Manager Chen. I wonder how much the interest on these 50 kilograms of spiritual rice is?"

Manager Chen smiled faintly: "Haha, not much! The annual interest is only 20%, which means that next year you only need to pay me 60 kilograms of spiritual rice, including the principal and interest."

Lu Feng frownedHe frowned slightly. The interest rate was not small, but he was not in a position to bargain now.

So he could only agree: "Okay, then I'll rent an acre of land first."

"Okay, then fellow Daoist Lu, please follow me."

Lu Feng followed Manager Chen into the inner hall of the rice shop.

The waiter who stayed in the hall saw Lu Feng agreed and sneered: "What a fool, working so hard to earn a few dozen kilograms of spiritual rice in a year, what's the difference between this tenant and a slave?"

Soon Lu Feng signed a lease contract with Manager Chen, who took out 50 kilograms of spiritual rice and a contract and handed them to Lu Feng.

"Brother Lu, this is the spiritual rice I lent you, keep it!"

"Thank you, Manager Chen!"

"Haha, fellow Daoist Lu is polite, I'll have someone take you to claim the spiritual field."

"Okay!"

A moment later, a mortal youth brought Lu Feng to the farming area.

There are spiritual fields everywhere, but the spiritual fields are all bare, without any plants.

Seeing this scene, Lu Feng asked in confusion: "Brother, why are there no spiritual rice plants in the spiritual fields here?"

The young man did not even turn his head, but said as he walked: "It's only the beginning of March now, and it's not the planting season yet. We have to wait until mid-April to start planting."

"I see, thank you for clearing up my confusion."

Although Lu Feng is a cultivator, he is not very clear about the planting of spiritual rice.

After a while, the two came to a remote spiritual field. The young man pointed to the dry and cracked spiritual field in front of him and said: "This acre of spiritual field will be yours in the future. There is also a thatched house over there. There are ready-made spiritual tools and spiritual seeds in the house."

Lu Feng looked at the dry and cracked spiritual field, and then looked at the dilapidated thatched house not far away. Suddenly, ten thousand grass mud horses galloped through his heart.

Not to mention the thatched house, his acre of spiritual field is very different from the spiritual fields he had seen before.

His acre of spiritual field is obviously unattended all year round, and the location is also relatively remote, and there are big problems with water diversion.

Lu Feng took a deep breath and bowed to the young man, saying, "Okay, I got it. Thank you for leading the way."

The young man left immediately after he finished speaking, leaving Lu Feng standing on the ridge of the field, disheveled in the wind.