Chapter 552 Distribution

Fu Shiyi waved his sleeves, and a dozen wooden boxes in front of him were instantly opened. Inside were placed the same type of spiritual grass and chirping fungi. There were sixty-two strains in total. The ages of the medicines were not much different, and most of them were five or six hundred years old. Years of medicine age, only one of the hybrids appears dark green, which is special.

"This long-singing fungus must be at least four thousand years old, right?"

Fu Siyuan's eyes were shining brightly.

Fu Zhihong frowned. At first, they were just picking at the edge of the longevity forest. Afterwards, he, Fu Shiyi and Fu Siyuan were responsible for luring the black pomfrets, and did not go deep into the longevity forest. This long-song fungus had reached the fourth level and was worth a lot of money. This was related to the issue of distribution:

"Sixth girl, did you pick this long-sounding fungus?"

The only ones who went deep into the longevity forest were Sixth Sister and Magu.

Sixth Sister shook her head: "No."

When Fu Zhihong saw it, the joy on his face flashed away. It's not Sixth Sister, it's Magu picking it over there. Magu is dead, so this long-singing fungus will belong to the public:

"Eleven, put it away. We will take it to the underground trade fair later."

There's definitely a lot of good stuff coming out of this trade fair.

They also need to have capital.

Fu Shiyi was a little regretful. She still wanted to leave it to Xiao Huang. The long-sounding fungus is a rare spiritual herb for flying spiritual beasts to increase their flight speed: "Father, I will use the remaining sixty-one strains." Keep it yourself.”

Fu Shiyi was the only one present who had a flying spiritual pet, so naturally no one disagreed.

In addition to the chirping fungi in the Changshou Forest, the biggest harvest was the fruits of three mist pomegranate trees.

"We won't sell the Wuliu Fruit. When we return to Qinhuaili, Liu Yatou, you will refine it into Wuyuan Pill. As for the distribution of the pills, we will see how many pills can be made in time."

Fu Zhihong handed the wooden box containing the pomegranate fruit to Sixth Sister.

Fu Siyuan stared at the wooden box and looked at Fu Zhihong expectantly.

The Wuyuan Pill refined from the mist pomegranate fruit can be taken by monks regardless of their spiritual root attributes, and one Wuyuan Pill can increase eight years of cultivation. For them, it was a big temptation, and Fu Siyuan was naturally nervous about how the elixir would be distributed.

Seeing this, Fu Zhihong smiled and said:

"Don't worry, when the elixir comes out, we will distribute it first, and the excess will be placed in the public treasury. As for the eggs of the black pomfret..."

"Clan leader!" Before Fu Zhihong finished speaking, Sixth Sister suddenly raised her head: "Can you allocate the eggs of this black pomfret to me?"

The black pomfrets are famous for their flying speed and are so rare that it takes hundreds of years to lay an egg. The pair they met in the longevity forest should have a trace of the blood of the ancient black pomfrets flowing in their bodies. Although it is thin, it has already awakened. He has the bloodline talent "Three Colors of Divine Light" and has good attack power.

Once the bird egg hatches successfully.

Not only can it have an extra mount that flies extremely fast, but it is also a good helper in fighting.

Fu Siyuan and Fu Zhihong were both a little moved. Fu Shiyi had Xiao Huang, but she had no intention of wanting it. She glanced at Fu Zhihong and Fu Siyuan and saw that they were both a little hesitant and did not immediately agree to Sixth Sister's request. , she opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything.

After the sixth sister recognized her ancestor and returned to the clan.

Apart from letting her biological mother be buried in the ancestral land, she made no other request.

The scene was quiet for a while.

The sixth sister bit her lower lip lightly and buried her head.

When Fu Shiyi saw it, he felt inexplicably sad for some reason. The father doesn't care for the mother and is not here. The sixth sister must have no sense of security in her heart, so

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