Eat more tomatoes and cucumbers, as they are juicy and can be eaten raw with minimal loss of spiritual energy.
When Lao Fang was happily picking vegetables, the person who had been picking vegetables in front of him stopped moving.
Boss Shang turned around and said, "No, let's choose something else."
Lao Fang wondered if he was blind, "There are a lot of them hanging on the shelf."
"I know." Boss Shang explained seriously, "I've lost all the points I sold you."
At this age, Lao Fang has never been saddened by anyone other than Liu Baihua, but when he thought about it, the owner who grew this vegetable was more powerful than Liu Baihua, and he instantly felt that he could accept it.
"Okay, then I'll choose something else."
Lin Qian was squatting under the shade of a tree, looking at Lao Fang's cultivation.
Half of that body's cultivation was made up from the vegetable patch at home. With such a barren spiritual energy in this world, how can one cultivate immortality?
Lao Fang came out of the greenhouse carrying vegetables, thinking to himself, it's not enough, it really isn't enough.
Let alone the owner of the association, just the membership points of the Qingning City subdivision are not enough.
Looking at the people in line, these people have no cultivation. Even if they eat these dishes, their spiritual energy will be metabolized over time, which is a waste.
I don’t know what the expert is thinking. Instead of distributing it to these people, it is better to concentrate it and let the practitioners use it.
Lao Fang was shocked to realize that his current thoughts were similar to what Sun Yian had originally thought, except that he did not use food to control other cultivators.
Gotta think of a way.
"Boss Fang, can't you carry it?" Father Lin, who was passing by him, helped him lift it.
"Thank you very much, Boss Lin." Lao Fang followed Father Lin to the field ridge. "Boss Lin, I see there are so many people selling vegetables at your house every day. Why do you only plant these few acres of land?"
"There are not many people in the family, so we are very busy." Dad Lin said, "It's enough to plant these."
Lao Fang said with a smile: "Are you afraid that you can't find anyone who knows how to farm in the countryside? Just open the stall and hire people to work." He also gave an idea enthusiastically, "I see next to your greenhouse, then These lands are all vacant, so why not contract them together?
When the land is connected together, it will be convenient for you to manage. "
Father Lin laughed twice, "Those lands were originally contracted by me, and they are not empty lands. They are all planted with wheat. If you look carefully, you can see that there are wheat germs sprouting in the past two days."
Lao Fang's mind immediately started spinning.
Vegetables have so much aura, but what about wheat? It must have more spiritual power!
"Boss Lin, do you sell wheat?"
"I want to sell some so my family can't finish it all." Father Lin had thought about the market for wheat before.
"Sell it to me!" Lao Fang held Father Lin's hand with a very sincere attitude, "Please sell it to me. No matter how much you ask, I can accept it."
Father Lin was surprised that Maizi had just appeared, and buyers actually came to the door.
With good luck, could it be like this?
"Since you said so, I will keep it for you when the time comes."
"Must stay..."
Before he finished speaking, Boss Shang in front of the greenhouse shouted: "Boss Lin, pay here."
Father Lin waved his hand, "I'll go over first, you walk slowly."
"You must leave it to me!" Lao Fang emphasized to Father Lin's back.
"What do you want wheat for?" Lin Qian asked him, holding her head.
Lao Fang suddenly turned around and almost tore off his own head. He was surprised in his heart when there was someone next to him.
Taking another look, this was the master he wanted to see but had no chance to see!
"Master!" Old Fang Maliao stood up and bowed uprightly. If there weren't so many people around him, he would have wanted to kneel down and bow.
This person is even more capable than Liu Baihua.
He had never heard of a person with such a high level of cultivation before. Is there any other great Taoist sect in this world that has always been hidden in the world?
Lao Fang couldn't figure out which side this person was on, so he treated her with even more respect.
"I've met the master. I didn't say hello to you properly when I met you before. Please don't be offended."
"Don't be surprised, saying hello to me won't do you any good." Lin Qian returned to the previous topic, "You want wheat because you think there is spiritual energy in it, right?"
When Lao Fang heard this, he felt something was wrong. He thought it meant something, didn't he?
"Yes, there are so many of us, and we can't even buy enough vegetables to share, so I thought, if there is spiritual energy in wheat..."
"No." Before the other party finished speaking, Lin Qian took over, "Wheat is a herbaceous plant. Compared with the whole plant, the edible part is small."
When the spiritual spring is irrigated, more of it is absorbed by the leaves and wheat stalks, and not much of the wheat is included.
Moreover, there are so many wheat fields, and once the spiritual spring is watered, how much grass will grow? How much manpower will be wasted by then?
It’s really not cost-effective.
If you really want to talk about it, it is not cost-effective to use spiritual springs to irrigate plants and then eat the plants to refine the spiritual energy in them.
The moment the spiritual spring comes into contact with the soil, part of its spiritual energy will be absorbed by the ground. Only a few can be absorbed and stored by plants.
Lin Qian only said the first half, so Lao Fang didn't understand. What was the connection between what she said?
There are few places to eat, but what does it have to do with the lack of spiritual energy?
It takes more than nine months for wheat to mature in the field, and it only takes ten days for vegetables.
In his opinion, of course the longer you stay in the ground, the more spiritual energy you gather.
"Understood?" Lin Qian nodded towards Lao Fang.
Lao Fang: “I don’t really understand.”
"Anyway, I advise you out of kindness."
Lao Fang did not accept such kindness, he insisted.
If you want it, just take it. If you insist on giving money, what can Lin Qian do?
Lao Fang took his food and returned to the district association in Qingning City.
Just like the previous times, everyone knew he was going to buy groceries, and everyone gathered around him before the car even stopped.
"Don't block the door! Don't block the door!" Lao Fang said angrily, "I can't get out!"
"Don't squeeze. There's nothing to squeeze in. Come in the order you've arranged. There's no point in squeezing." Lao Fang finally got out of the door. His hair was messy and his clothes were wrinkled by the squeeze. Fortunately, he put the list on It's in your trouser pocket, let's divide it now.
"Come forward to those whose names are read."
By this time, the crowd was no longer crowded. A group of people surrounded Lao Fang. After waiting for whoever came to receive the food, they would check which sect the person receiving the food was from. If it was from a small sect, they would follow him and threaten him.
In short, I want to get the food into my own hands.
Lao Fang was glad that he didn't tell these people where the vegetable fields were. Otherwise, with these unflattering methods, the master's influence on their association would be much worse.
"These dishes belong to everyone who is given them!" Lao Fang said harshly, "I found out who was playing tricks behind his back, and he will not have a share in sharing the dishes in the future."
I don't know if Lao Fang's cruel words will work. Anyway, those who are chasing the disciples of the small sect in the open will disappear in an instant.
"Mr. Fang, don't you still have one in your hand? Whose is it?"
Lao Fang: "What do you care? It's not yours anyway."
"This... you are old, your cultivation is not bad, and you are still in charge of people like us. It is normal to divide it a few times."
"What are you talking about? This is not mine."
It was Lao Fang who arranged it for Lin Mumu.
(End of chapter)
