Wang Jingzhu: "Take Wentian Sect as an example. Wentian Sect occupies a vast area, but most of it is on hills. It is mainly used to train disciples in magic, combat skills and cultivation. The only areas that can be used for planting are canyons and ravines. However, , most of the Wentian Sect's spiritual fields should be used to cultivate elixirs and fairy grass. If they can be used to cultivate spiritual valleys, I bet it will not exceed 50,000 acres. Wentian Sect's Qi Refining Period disciples are conservatively estimated to be more than 10,000 , there should be enough manpower to take care of these 50,000 acres of spiritual land..."
Lin Boying shook his head and interrupted Wang Jingzhu. "Impossible! Wentian Sect disciples are divided into inner and outer sects. It is impossible for inner sect disciples to grow spiritual grains; there are about 20,000 outer sect disciples, but these people belong to different branches. Alchemy, weapon refining, and talisman making It is impossible for disciples of the sects and beast-controlling factions to farm. Moreover, the sect has many tasks, and no one with a little bit of ability will choose to plant spiritual grains, which is a laborious but low-income task. Even if they choose to plant, they will still plant. Spiritual elixirs with higher returns. Planting spiritual grains can only be done by the sect and be forcibly distributed to the underachieving disciples."
After pondering for a moment, Lin Boying added: "Wentian Sect will not be able to plant more than 10,000 acres of spiritual fields per year."
Wang Jingzhu nodded slightly: "That's ten thousand acres. Even if their magic skills are advanced and they harvest twice a year, their yield per acres is 500 kilograms. How much spiritual grain can the Tianzong harvest in total in a year?"
"10 million catties. So much?" Lin Boying's eyes turned red.
Tianlan Dao (excluding sects and aristocratic families) has never exceeded 5 million jins of spiritual grain output throughout the year. It’s not that the land isn’t planted enough, it’s that not many can be successfully harvested in the barn.
Except for sects and aristocratic families, who has the capital to put up a protective formation on the farm?
Wang Jingzhu smiled slightly. "Is that much? Let's not talk about the fact that there are so many disciples of Tianzong. There are more than 100,000 servants who are not qualified to divide the Spiritual Valley. But among the disciples below the foundation building stage, who doesn't need to divide the Spiritual Valley to survive?"
Without foundation building, you cannot live without food. Moreover, cultivators consume a lot of food and eat a lot more than ordinary people.
As for Wang Jingzhu herself, if she were allowed to eat freely, she could easily eat ten kilograms of Linggu rice a day. If she tried hard, she could hold down twenty kilograms.
Lin Boying smiled and shook his head. "They can use white crystals, use fairy medicine..." Do the disciples of the sect disdain to feed on spiritual grains?
That's not what Wang Jingzhu wants to say.
"The Zongmen Restaurant outside the east, west, north and south gates of Wentian Sect sells eight thousand jins of immortal wine per day instead of ten thousand jins? Including those sold to other places, the total annual sales volume of Wentian Sect's immortal wine should be no less than ten million jins. .”
Lin Boying didn't think about the connection between Linggu and Xianjiang for a moment, and he was about to get angry again. Would this child know how to chat and talk about Linggu? Why did he get involved with Xianjiang again? Damn my grandma, Wentianzong can sell so much wine in a year! How many crystals is that? No wonder Wentian Sect can support tens of thousands of monks! Unfortunately, the imperial court's annual allocation to Tianlan Road is only a measly one million crystals.
Wang Jingzhu asked leisurely: "Does Tianzong really have so many spiritual valleys to make wine?"
Lin Boying was stunned. "They definitely don't have so much spiritual grain to make wine. They must have purchased large quantities of spiritual grain from the aristocratic family!" Humph! No wonder Tianlan Road is so short of food!
Wang Jingzhu rubbed her brows and continued to follow the temptation: "Linggu, the cheapest spiritual rice requires 4 crystals per kilogram; I heard that 3 kilograms of spiritual rice can produce 1 kilogram of wine with a concentration of about 60%. However, Wentian Sect's cheapest Lingmi wine has an alcohol concentration of 45% and only requires 5 crystals per kilogram. Are they really using Linggu to make wine?"
Lin Boying became angry after being asked the same question repeatedly. "How do I know? I'm not from the Wentian Sect! This is probably a big secret of the Wentian Sect, and ordinary disciples may not know it."
Wang Jingzhu shook his head. "The answer is simple, they use Fangu to make wine."
Lin Boying was shocked and confused. "impossible?"
"I asked several immortal food restaurants, and they all said that the largest supplier of immortal wine in Tianlan Road is Wentian Sect." Wang Jingzhu stood up and continued to deduce, "If Wentian Sect uses Linggu to make wine, they don't have so many. If they use Lingtian to make wine, the price of wine cannot be so low. But what if they use Lingtian to make wine? Wentianzong uses Lingtian to grow Fangu, so they should be able to harvest once a month, right? Planting Fan Gu doesn’t need monks, it just needs handymen. Let me ask you, which sect doesn’t have 100,000 or 80,000 handymen and servants at its disposal?”
Lin Boying was silent.
The sect is safe. There are many ordinary people who would rather be enslaved than join the sect. Considering how big the Tianzong is, after thousands of years, there are more than 100,000 servants hidden in the mountains? A conservative estimate is over one million.
"Sigh. So what if we know that they use Fangu to make wine? I, the Tianlan Dao refugees, need food to save my life. How could they not know? Do you think I haven't asked for it? They only gave me a thousand catties of spiritual grain and didn't say a word about it. They have Fangu!”
Lin Boying hit the table with his fist, breaking the corner of the table into pieces, and his heart became more and more depressed.
His impression of Wentian Sect has always been very good. Often when there is an epidemic or a large-scale attack by monsters, the Wentian Sect will send disciples to rush to the rescue. This time, Wentianzong donated a thousand catties of spiritual grain. He was grateful and thanked him again and again.
Now think about it... In the eyes of Wentian Zong, I, the Lord of the Palace, is just a joke, right?
Wang Jingzhu raised the wine glass, "If Mr. Fu, you use this wine to ask Tianzong in exchange for Fangu, tell me, will they exchange it for you?"
Lin Boying looked at Wang Jingzhu, then at the wine on the table. He hasn't drunk this wine yet, but just by smelling it, he knows that this wine is much better than the cheapest Lingmi wine.
The wine sold by Wentianzong at 5 crystals per catty has a strong taste, a light aroma, and a slightly sour taste.
Lin Boying picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
This wine is so strong! But it has no spiritual power, and Wentian Sect's slightly higher-level fairy brew can easily compare to it.
Lin Boying shook his head. "Little lady, you are wrong. If you ask Tianzong to produce their own wine, their wine is more than a hundred times stronger than yours. How could they agree to exchange for food?"
Wang Jingzhu didn't want to explain. This Fu Jun may be a good fighter, but financially, he is far inferior to her, a high school student.
She said it so straightforwardly, Wentianzong's wine was brewed by Fangu. Lin Boying still couldn't turn the corner.
Wang Jingzhu was fully confident that the original wine she brought from Blue Star was better than the original wine brewed by Wentian Sect. Wentianzong has no reason not to use ready-made and better products, but to spend time and effort brewing inferior products.
"Master Fu, including this altar on the table, I will donate 5,000 kilograms of this raw wine to you. You can try it and see how much grain Wentian Zong is willing to give you in exchange."
5,000 kilograms of raw wine is the total amount Wang Jingzhu brought to the world of cultivation this time.
Lin Boying bowed to Wang Jingzhu. "Miss Wang is so righteous! Regardless of whether we can get food in exchange, I will thank Miss Wang on behalf of the refugees."
Wang Jingzhu accepted the gift with a smile. "Master Fu, please don't bargain for a cheaper price. My wine costs 10 white crystals per catty, which is the same price."
When buying original wine, it costs 10 yuan per catty, Xia coins. Well, no price increase.
Lin Boying's face didn't look so good. Just this, wine with no spiritual power, he didn’t even want it if it was given to him, and he still paid 10 crystals per catty! If he goes to Wentianzong like this, he might be beaten to death by the experts of Wentianzong, right?
However, there is no other way.
You might as well give it a try. If you get beaten, get beaten.
