My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Way Too Steady - Chapter 21

Chapter 21 Life is inherently unpredictable; the human heart is the most complex.

“Fellow Daoist Xu!” Lin An called out again from outside the door.

There was still no movement inside.

This made him wonder if the other person wasn’t there.

After all, many people went to the Red Maple Valley Market to celebrate the New Year yesterday.

“Who is it?” Xu Changqing got up upon hearing the voice.

With a creak, the door opened.

Suddenly, a cold, damp wind rushed in.

Xu Changqing, being a cultivator, didn’t react much.

The sleepy little guy was shivering from the cold.

“It’s me!” Lin An’s eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly stepped forward.

“So early?” Xu Changqing was taken aback for a moment, then stepped aside to make room for him: “Come in and let’s talk.”

Lin An wiped the snow off the soles of his shoes before going inside.

I was a little surprised to see an extra little yellow dog.

“I’m lonely, so I got a pet for company,” Xu Changqing explained as he closed the door.

Lin An nodded: “That’s understandable; most spirit farmers are like that.”

Xu Changqing poured the other person a glass of water and then asked, “What do you want?”

Lin An seemed hesitant to speak: “This…”

“Just tell me directly.” Xu Changqing knew that the person who came to see him during the Spring Festival must have something to say.

Lin An gritted his teeth and said, “As you know, I didn’t plant any last winter, so I don’t have much spirit rice on hand. That wouldn’t have been a problem, but who knew that resources would be so scarce this year? The earth and water spirit root disciples I cooperated with before are even urging me to plant more rice.”

Xu Changqing understood instantly.

Because the five major powers are speculating on resources, the prices of many things have skyrocketed.

One low-grade spirit stone could normally buy ten catties of first-grade spirit rice.

The current ratio changes every day.

Yesterday it was 1:7, today it could be 1:6.

As for the second-grade spirit rice, the ratio is an astonishing 1:1.5.

There’s even a downward trend, making it unaffordable for many ordinary disciples.

“I have no spirit rice, so I can only ask you for help.” Lin An said helplessly.

Xu Changqing looked slightly surprised: “Why the sudden rush?”

Lin An immediately said angrily, “They got lucky and all of them became formal disciples.”

There was an element of gambling involved when I signed the spiritual contract with these two people.

Betting that one or even both of them will fail to get permanent positions.

Then the initiative will be in our own hands.

Even if only one person is successfully promoted to a permanent position, it’s barely enough to get by.

As it turned out, either they weren’t promoted to permanent positions, or they were promoted together.

Once one becomes a formal disciple, the demand for spiritual rice will increase significantly.

The two have now made their statements public.

If it is top-grade spiritual rice, each person should consume at least 300 jin (150 kg).

If it is second-grade spirit rice, each person will receive 100 catties.

The problem is that Lin An didn’t plant any spirit rice last winter.

He doesn’t even have much Grade 1 spirit rice, let alone Grade 2 spirit rice.

Xu Changqing narrowed his eyes, weighing the options in his mind.

Admittedly, I have a good relationship with Lin An.

But if a large amount of spirit rice is actually produced, regardless of whether it is grade one or grade two.

Once this news gets out, it will definitely arouse suspicion from others.

A person who failed two consecutive external assessments.

How come someone who just joined the core of the spirit field can grow so much spirit rice?

The key is still the winter when production decreases!

As the saying goes, “A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment.”

Lin An is probably alright; he’s not that vicious.

But Zhao Ziyao is the kind of person who will definitely turn on you, and might even cause trouble.

If it attracts Zhang Er’s attention, the situation will become even more dire.

“If you’re having difficulties, then forget it.” Lin An saw this and knew that it was indeed a bit much to ask someone to borrow rice so soon after the New Year.

Xu Changqing thought for a moment and said, “To tell you the truth, I only have forty catties of second-grade spirit rice left.”

“Then… could you lend me some?” Lin An’s eyes held a glimmer of hope.

In the Dongting Immortal Sect, contracts are taken very seriously.

If you break the contract, you will be severely punished, even if you are a formal disciple.

They might even be driven out of the spirit field.

“At most twenty catties, I’ll use the rest myself.” Xu Changqing only agreed because the other party had helped introduce Zhang Su.

“Thank you so much! I will definitely repay you double!” Lin An was extremely excited.

Xu Changqing asked curiously, “But even if we give you twenty jin, what will you do with the rest?”

Lin An instantly slumped, his face hanging low as he replied, “I’ll have to borrow from someone else.”

“Good luck,” Xu Changqing said, taking out twenty catties of second-grade spirit rice from his small storage bag.

“Fellow Daoist Xu, I will never forget this kindness!” Lin An promised repeatedly before accepting the gift.

Xu Changqing said earnestly, “If I can still stay in the core of the spirit field, I’ll treat you to a drink then.”

Lin An paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously: “Okay!”

Then he left.

Xu Changqing stood at the door, looking at the other person’s rather disheveled back, and murmured, “Fellow Daoist Lin, now it’s up to your own fate.”

As the saying goes, one should not have the heart to harm others, but one should not be without the heart to guard against others.

It’s not that he’s unwilling to help, but rather that people’s hearts are too complicated.

…

Unexpectedly, around noon, someone else came to the door.

“Senior Brother Xu, it’s been a long time!” Han Su, who has the Earth Spirit Root, said with a dry laugh.

“Why are you here?” Xu Changqing asked, somewhat surprised.

“I came here specifically to wish my senior brother a Happy New Year,” Han Su grinned.

“Now that you’ve paid your respects, you can go back.” Xu Changqing waved his hand.

“No!” Han Su exclaimed anxiously.

“What exactly happened?” In fact, Xu Changqing already had a guess in his heart.

Han Su said with a wry smile, “I’d like to borrow some rice from you!”

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Xu Changqing was not surprised at all, and even decisively refused: “No.”

Han Su still refused to give up, and said with a mournful face, “I didn’t want to borrow rice from you, but who knew that damned Lin An didn’t have any rice.”

Xu Changqing leaned against the door frame, his expression slightly amused, and said, “Isn’t it normal to not have rice? Formal disciples don’t need to plant in the winter.”

Han Su hadn’t expected this rule and immediately frowned: “But now that I’ve become a formal disciple, I have a great need for spirit rice.”

“Oh.” Xu Changqing blinked. “From now on, I’ll have to call you Fellow Daoist Han!”

Han Su was so frightened that he quickly said, “No, no, no… just call me junior brother!”

Upon hearing this, Xu Changqing stopped joking and spread his hands, saying, “I really don’t have any rice.”

Han Su asked tentatively, “Didn’t you promise me to loosen the soil on the outer perimeter earlier?”

It would be best if we could borrow some rice.

But the key issue this time wasn’t borrowing rice.

Rather, it is meant to be used to introduce the matter of loosening the soil in the Lingtian field in the spring.

This is a great opportunity for publicity!

Xu Changqing was surprised to find himself waiting here, and raised an eyebrow: “You already have Lin An, and didn’t you loosen the soil for many people when you were on the outskirts?”

Han Su was immediately furious: “In the autumn, you and Lin An became formal disciples, but as for the winter… it was all a failure.”

He had his doubts in private as well.

Is there something wrong with my eyes?

You can’t judge people accurately.

Lin An, in particular, is a heavyweight, a complete scoundrel.

“This?!” Xu Changqing hesitated. He could now choose to cooperate with a disciple with more experience in earth spirit roots.

“Fifty catties! I only need fifty catties of Grade Two Spirit Rice for a quarter!!!” Han Su gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, going all out.

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